Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

Don't let them make you think that what you are doing is wrong. I let out a long sigh “I understand what you are saying, but sometimes I still think that it’s wrong to want to do some of this stuff or let them treat me the way they do in the bedroom.’ ‘Heather they will treat you any way you want them to treat you. You know as well as I do that if you don’t want to be dominated one time, they won’t. They only want to do what makes you happy. If they didn’t, they would ask you if you’re OK while you're doing things. They wouldn’t take care of you afterward.’

“No objections, no complaints. You want me to train you? Then you’ll follow what I want and when I need them exactly. I don’t want you hesitating or questioning me.” His words settled over me, cold and uncompromising. I felt a shiver run down my spine, realizing what he was asking. “So… you want me to just obey you? Completely?” “Yes,” he said simply, his expression unreadable. “If you want my help, that’s the price.” The thought of submitting myself to Dominic’s every whim was daunting. He was notorious for pushing limits, for not tolerating weakness, and for pushing those under his command harder than anyone else.

"Just say it, Mandy. Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. All you need to do is say the words." I bite my lower lip. I don't really want to do it. I've just tasted the feeling of being the dominant one, of being the one taking the lead, of being the one that does the commanding, and I don't want to let go of the pleasure that comes with it yet. But I also can't take it anymore. This need—this want—is getting too much and is getting so intense that I feel like if I keep holding myself back, I am going to lose my mind.

“There are different roles for a reason. Brats like to push, test limits. They want control taken, but only when they feel safe enough to fight first. Rope bunnies are in it for the feeling of being held. Slaves want complete ownership, no decisions, no choices. And others are somewhere in between.” She stays quiet, but her eyes flicker. “And dominants like me?” I meet her gaze directly. “We aren’t all the same either. Some like obedience without question. Others prefer the game of making someone submit. Brat tamers thrive on the fight. Sadists need the reaction that pain gives. And then there’s people like me.” Her eyes hold mine now, searching. “I don’t want just obedience. I want surrende

"Look at that you can obey... And here I thought you were all dominant." "Dominance is the power you have over another without displaying it as well. Look how enthralled you are, a kitten desiring my attention so desperately... Do you think you are still in control or are you simply doing as I wish you to do." A simple mind game with some truth to it was enough to give her pause like she was believing herself in control. But she has only been feeding her desires which I have been controlling ever since the hot spring. Games like this are dangerous when the person supposedly in control doesn't realize they have released control before they even began. That's when she removed the blindfold whi

Any woman I wanted would be mine, completely and utterly, with just a single act of dominance. A wicked smile spread across my face as I imagined the possibilities. Jessica would be the first, but she certainly wouldn't be the last. With my newfound power, I was ready to bend any woman to my will, to make them kneel before me with just a single, dominant act. The world was my playground, and I was the king.

It wouldn’t take his soul long to be corrupted by his very own. “You do not tell me what to do. As much as I want to be here, you will not order me to sit, stand or bark. You are powerful, confident and clearly independent, but you are not in control here. Tonight, you are mine. I say what goes, I say how low you need to bow and how far back you need to bend to fit my cravings. If you are looking for a weak man that you can order around, then go back into that bar and find someone else.” He says and I bare my teeth at him like the fucking animal I am. As much as I want to bite him, tell him to fuck off, I can’t, because I crave the dominance he is offering. He doesn’t want to use me, doesn’t

“I didn’t trust either. I wanted to give up control in bed and be submissive, but I was scared it would be used against me. Decker says women wanting to give up control in bed is far more common than many want to admit. It’s because we have to be in control on the daily—jobs, kids, life. We have to make the decisions, handle our shit, and the responsibility can be crushing. So we want someone to take over, to tell us what to do, when to do it. It makes us feel safe and taken care of, and if we get orgasms along with it, how is that not awesome?” Another glance around. “With men like Decker, who is a billionaire, and I’m guessing Milos too, they are naturally dominant because they have to be.

“I used to think it was because I was with a church organization for a lot of years and they taught us sex—wanting it, doing it—was totally wrong. But my real problem is I worry too much I won’t measure up because I’m so inexperienced. And if you haven’t realized it yet, I’m also shy.” Cam smiled. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Domini rolled her eyes. “So I’ve always fantasized about finding a man who will take away my choice, who won’t let me be shy about any aspect of sex. A man who will command me to please him and myself, but who won’t physically hurt me.” “You looking at playing master and slave? The boot licking, collar-wearing type of role-playing and pretend punishments?” “No. I just…do

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.