On Dominance Novels & Stories

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Nandini tried to push him off her but he was way stronger than her. Manik gave a damn to her words. Instead his one hand reached to grab her throat, applying just enough pressure to show his dominance but not hurt her. Nandini fell silent and rolled her eyes back as her pulse quickened under his grasp. His grip around her neck immediately sent a wave of excitement through her nether regions. Manik looked dangerously mad and was glowing with authority. Nandini recognised that look. Domination was something in his genes and aura. He was hell of a dominating man in bed…..

I forced breaths through my nostrils. Ryder turned off the freeway and down a lone road. Tall trees adorned both sides of the road. “What do you think will happen if he no longer desires betas?” I could imagine it. Supremes were at the top of the food chain with the strongest desires. Desires betas could never replenish. Supremes hated each other. They never dated. Never agreed with anything. Why? Because both parties needed to dominate their partner. Alphas were superior to omegas, never the other way around. Yet, Supreme dominant omegas craved to dominate their alphas. The sensation was strong enough to drive us in a temporary mania. Betas never understood this. They could never comprehend

"Dominance isn't force. Force is what you use when dominance has already failed." "I'm not interested in dominating anyone," I said. "You're already doing it without knowing Aria." He looked at me steadily. "That's why wolves submit to you in corridors and don't understand why. That's why the council's arguments stop when you walk in. You're running Alpha dominance on instinct. Today you'll learn to run it on purpose."

Goddess, help me. Is this a genetic thing, or just osmosis? I was so fucking turned on when he took control like that. I LIKED it when he spanked me. I liked it even more when I could watch us from multiple angles. I’ve become a sexual deviant. How the hell did this happen? I’ve mocked Crista, Tie, and even Darren for YEARS about how they get off being dominated by their D’Amore mate.

“What do we share?” “For one thing there is the dominance delusion, and for another there is the inability to be loyal to one partner as an effect of your insatiable need for the reproductive pleasure.” Aariv said. He turned around to go back into his home. It took him ten seconds to make seven steps with the help of a walking stick. The man was really old and for an old man he had a big mouth. I paced twice and caught up with him, blocking his path. “Can you please excuse. I need to get out of the sun, son. You are blocking an old man’s path.”

His fingernails scraping my skin. “Hands on the wall.” His voice was a deep rumble in my ear, making me shake. My heart hammering in my chest as I did what he ordered. I liked that his dominance of me extended beyond the bedroom. It was something I needed, knowing that whatever happened, he would always have my best interest at heart. That he would remind me to take care of myself.

There had been something real in the way he responded, something that couldn’t be faked so easily. This lifestyle, the Dominant side of me, was not just a passing interest. It ran deep, rooted in who I was at my core. It shaped the way I saw people, the way I interacted with the world, and the way I craved control, not just in the bedroom but in every aspect of my life. It wasn’t something I could switch off and from everything DomCraver had shared, it was the same for him.

“We’ve rejected every forced balance the universe tried to impose. We won’t play your game.” The Dictator Alex laughed softly. “You don’t have a choice. The anchor requires a duel. Dominant against submissive. The stronger role consumes the weaker. One of you will own the other forever. The timeline will stabilize into perfect symmetry.” The broken Damian dropped to his knees beside his master without being told, eyes fixed on the ground. Alex felt the pull—the echo of the dominant version inside him whispering how easy it would be to take control, to make Damian kneel permanently, to end the struggle once and for all.

But the day Gerard beat me in class, he told me that’s the power of a Dominant of an Alpha. Even when I won an award for best art work, he said that’s was a spot for Recessive and Betas. Dominant ruled the business and science world just like Gerard. I had worked harder. Sleepless night in college, came out with a first class. Closed a deal that put the company back in the Forbes list. But it wasn’t enough. Like he would say, I could achieve more if I were a Dominant. That was the only way out of this cycle of failure. To become a Dominant Alpha.