On Dominance Novels & Stories

________ A story of two different hearts who belongs to the completely opposite world where HE is the rich, bossy and arrogant person and SHE is middle class, innocent and sweet girl. What will happen when these two heart fell in love with each other. Because its quite hard to survive in a relationship where your partner is Dominant as fuck and you are just compelled to do everything for him. because you love him. Same goes to our dear NAINA PUROHIT who fell Deeply in love with the Egoistic KUNAL SINGHANIYA. ___________________ A/N This is my very First novel on W*****d. English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error.

The way he glanced at me with his neon eye. I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me. "You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?" "I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense. "What does that mean?" I whisper. "It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

His strong, strong hands were grasping and kneading at her breasts, anchoring her body in this delicious, helpless limbo, as he fucked her senselessly. Intimate was not the word. Love was not the word. This was domination—fierce, animalistic, mindless—and she was caught in it. She was near the edge—she couldn’t hold much longer. All this pleasure was going to tide over, soon, again. Her cries caught in her throat as she felt herself about to cum, the delicious, crashing weight pitched past the breaking point. Kade felt it too, and he seized the front of her neck with that firm, controlling hold.

“But tonight was about you. As your Dom, my job is to give you what you need, even if you don’t know or understand that you need it. Tonight, you needed to feel what it is like to submit, to understand that when you give up control, it fulfills something inside you.” “Doesn’t that mean that anyone who is strong enough can just hold me down and do what they want and I will enjoy it?” “No, little one,” he said. “Dominance and submission is a power exchange. I can overpower you easily enough with my body, but that’s not dominance. That’s abuse and it makes me an arsehole. True dominance is when you willingly give up control to me and the only power I have is what you give me. It’s trusting me t

The shame of the submission is eclipsed by the profound, animal relief. I continued the process of the claim, focusing entirely on the biological exchange. I used the heat of my body, the scent of my control, and the physical dominance to overwhelm his remaining mental barriers. I needed his energy to flow with mine, to recognize my rhythm as his core truth, so that when he stood up, he would be stable, lethal, and ready to fight Kael without breaking himself in the process.

I was completely at his mercy, chained to the altar of his vengeance, my bare chest heaving in shallow, desperate gasps. Consumed by a toxic, possessive rage and a desperate urge to smash my defiance once and for all, Dominic climbed over me. He settled his massive, heavy frame directly between my thighs, his golden eyes burning down into mine with a terrifying, unhinged intent. His wolf was entirely at the surface, ready to take my virginity out of pure vengeance, asserting absolute physical dominance over the woman who had supposedly shattered his trust.

I could immediately sense the change in Dom. He never really shifted anymore; only when he absolutely had to. His wolf was huge and a born alpha. Jackson and Dom had tried to shift together many times, but every time they did, their wolves went at it. Jax was an alpha by birth, and Dom was the son of an alpha. Dom is stronger than any wolf I have ever met. He and Jax are both evenly matched, and if Dom shifted now, I guarantee Jax would shift also. They would both be slaves to their beasts in the fight for dominance, and they would tear this room apart.

His hand raises. "It sounds like you watched some bullshit film or read a book that has it all wrong." I bite my lip. "For one, it's more complex than submissive and dominant. There are brats, slaves, rope bunnies. There are not just dominants, but masters, brat tamers, slave trainers and such."

Then he finally found the courage he needs to move forward towards the better future. And unknown to him his souls which constantly contradicting each other have started to become one, they are balanced just like yin and yang. He has another breakthrough, he break the shackles which binds him to go to the next step. What it meant to truly become The True Dragon of Domination. He shall dominate everything, Dominance. Control. These things the unjust seek most of all. And so it is the duty of the just to defy dominance and to challenge control. He shall have dominance and control over everything, even his feelings.

As humiliating as it is, it’s also very soothing, and I find myself closing my eyes. “We all have different tastes, Baby Doll.” His voice cuts through the room and I find myself alert once more. “I know we have told you this, but I’m not sure that you realize just how different they are. Where Knox and Jory are more on the vanilla side, with a little kink; I’m a Dominant through and through. I need my submissive to know exactly that…submissive. Before we can take this any further though, we need to go over limits.”