Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

I lift my brows at them, and Rio raises from his seat at that. "I see it! Oh, that fucking bastard. With them unable to control their decisions, he could have them do whatever he wants. They would be under his control, and listen to anything he tells them. He will be their master, and they will worship him. " He concludes, and I nod with a snap of my fingers. "That's exactly what it is. But why he does this is what I do not know. Why dominate over them? What exactly does he want? Why will he..."

I say. Good, maybe there is a chance Gabe will give in to my desires and I can have some fun. The joke is on him, because I want him to dominate me. I want Gabe to do things no one has ever done to me before and I can’t even explain why when it is usually me who is dominant. I can’t even believe how badly I want this or how far I would go for Gabriel to dominate me. I don’t think I realized until now the extent to which this turns me on.

"Let's sit. This is going to be a long talk." We settled across from each other, and I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Bella deserved the truth, unvarnished and complete. "Nick and I are dominants," I began. "Not just in the bedroom, though that's part of it. It's who we are at our core. We need control, structure, the ability to guide and protect and possess." "Possess," she repeated. "Like property?" "No. Like partners we're responsible for. Partners we cherish and protect and build up. But yes, there's an element of possession—the need to know you're ours, that you've chosen us and committed to us exclusively."

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW. “What’s a dominant?” I blinked, the collar still around my neck. A part of me should at least feel fear….or terror, or even disgust. But all I can sense is desire…and that scares me. “Do women do this to you, or….?” “No, I do this to women. Women who want to.”

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.

CHAPTER 1 He wanted to serve. He needed a Mistress to take control of him. A Mistress to please in every way she desired or demanded. A Mistress that would find out his fetishes and then use them against him to tease, torture and deny him. She wanted a slave to order. She wanted someone to serve her and obey her. She wanted to be more aggressive and demanding. No questions or disapproving looks or thinking, just submitting to her. She wanted a toy to play with and put away when satisfied, when she desired. A Pet.

She wasn't enduring it, she was offering herself to be used like that. Adriano’s mouth brushed against my neck, then he sucked gently at the skin, making me shiver And then he whispered in my ear, “It’s not about hurting someone. It’s about knowing someone. Completely. The way no one else is allowed to. And knowing exactly what they can take... and then pushing them past that.” My voice shook. “How? How can she want this?” “She needs it,” he said simply. “Some people need to be dominated. They crave it. They find freedom in it.”

He's so sweet. "But you're so sweet and kind. You're not dominating type of person. It's unbelievable." I said incredulously, utterly shocked. He moved closer to me and said in dominating tone for the first time. "I like to control girls on bed. I like to see them begging for me to fuck them hard." His tone was so intense that it sent the chills down my spine and rose goosebumps on my body. I became aroused suddenly and instantly, I was shocked. After a few minutes of silence, I asked, "You also punish your submissive?" He nodded.

“You don’t think. You obey. You feel. That’s all I want. And right now, you belong to me. Completely.” Her stomach clenched. The words weren’t just possessive—they were a command, a promise, a reality she had already surrendered to. And yet, even as fear and desire intertwined, she felt a thrill of liberation under his control. Dominic stepped closer, pressing his body against hers. The sharp scent of his cologne mixed with the raw intensity between them, igniting something feral. “Every doubt, every hesitation you feel?” His lips grazed her ear. “I’ll destroy it. Every bit. You will not survive this storm without surrendering to me fully. And you want that, don’t you?”

I wouldn’t be sick with worry about her condition then. She has to submit to me, tonight. I can’t spend another day away from her with no sort of communication between us. It was sitting my teeth on edge, her unwillingness, refusal, and stubbornness not to fully give herself to me, to disobey me. Call it dominance, call it ownership, I don’t care. It’s the way I wanted to be obeyed by her. I like to always be in control. In every aspect of my life. And she will fall into that role too, I won’t have it any other way.