I Was Born To Be Dominated Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

As soon as I managed to muster up the courage to face him and look him in the eye, in a flash he just blew all that away like it was nothing to him. Why did he have so much control and power over me? Was there a law perhaps in the werewolf kingdom that already preordained how everyone was going to be born and the category they fell under? Because why the hell was I born an omega? All my life, I had been forced to cower and subject to the power and dominance of the higher class; the Alphas, Lunas, and Betas. I was always at their beck and call and did everything required of me without questions. I was nothing and I didn’t have an opinion about anything. My opinion never mattered anyway.

Protected Possession Chapter 4: I woke up soaked. Sweat slicked my skin. Thighs stuck together. Pussy throbbing like a heartbeat. The heat had started for real now. My whole body felt like it was on fire from the inside. Nipples hard enough to hurt. Clit swollen and peeking out. Every breath made my cunt clench around nothing. I needed him. Bad. The door opened. Dominic stepped in. Black shirt half unbuttoned. Hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it. His eyes went straight to me. Dark. Hungry. Dangerous.

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE ERROR. THIS CHAPTER ACTUALLY COMES BEFORE "THE BITCH IS HERE" THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! CHAPTER 36.....SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER She weighs her options And realizes that For her to conquer She must do as she ought PenaciousShewa

shift nervously in my chair. He sat down in the chair beside me pulling my chair to face him. "I am a dominate. Do you know what that means?" he said watching my reaction closely. I was confused. "Like Christain Grey?" I said that was the only time I had heard that term. He laughed. "No sweet Iris, not like the fictional Mr. Grey." I gave him a dirty look. I am not as innocent as he thinks, and it's irritating. "I do have rules. There are punishments. I do like to have control. I am not a sadist. I would never hurt you. I want to take care of you. I want to keep you happy, healthy, and well-pleasured. There are rewards as well. I do enjoy bondage. It's a special relationship. I can teach yo

It felt like I was on top of the world, I felt so fucking powerful. I’ve handled the business better than my father, I flushed out every tainted coke, pills, heroin, I fucking burnt the whole Shit, securing my territory and suppressing every resistance from my enemies. No one dares challenge me because I am merciless in dealing with my enemies and I don’t forgive easily. I was so ruthless had heartless, I never got into any relationship because I had no heart to give to any girl, I was not your normal lover boy, Nah. I discovered that I love being in control, I love pain as much as I love pleasure. I’m a Dominant, and I have no plans of giving up control to any woman, never. I’ve never lost

Hahaha And I’m not just taken. I’m fucking claimed. I’m marked. I’m mated. I’m dripping. I’m branded by the kind of dominance you don’t come back from. I’m the one walking beside Alpha Damon while the hallway stays parted like the seas, and every eye watches me like I’m a walking, breathing, moaning warning label. And the best part? That was just the beginning. So if you’re still reading, move on to the next chapter.

When he released me, he whispered, “Because when you are with me, we play my way. You submit and take orders from me, agreed?” This kind of thing may scare most sane folks, but not me. I find myself rather intrigued and turned on by the idea of being dominated. I could feel my thighs clench as my mind played images of me and Jax with whips and chains going at it like there was no tomorrow. I had to have the power every day, consequence of being the Queen. The idea of being free and able to give the control over to someone else is liberating. “Sounds good to me.”

I wanted to start from the ground up. I even asked my uncle to help me find a potion to mask my scent. I refused to rely on my bloodline. I wanted to earn every step. I rubbed my wrist slowly, my gaze locked on Emily. No matter how hard she tried to wear the dignity of someone born above others, the truth of her scent could not be erased. It clung to her bones. I spoke coldly, without raising my voice. "An Omega dares to lecture us about rank and worth?"

CONTENT WARNING This chapter contains strong language, emotional intensity, non-consensual elements, violence, and themes of past trauma. Reader discretion is advised. ╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ “No,” Dominic snarled, his eyes wild and yellow. “You are mine. If I can’t have you, no one fucking can.” I shook my legs desperately on the bed, trying to kick him off, but he slapped my thigh hard.