Novel & Cerita Wants To Be Dominated

“She watches. She watches, Romano. She watches every thrust. Every scream. Every time the girl says ‘no’ and I don’t fucking stop. She watches my cum paint her thighs. Watches me spread her ass and lick her hole just to hear her sob.” Dominic walked back to the desk and slammed his hand down on the collar. “I want Isadora to feel like she is replaceable . I want her to fight!!! I want her to fucking own me!! Matteo was still now. “I’ll rip the gag off her mouth when the new girl starts shaking,” Dominic went on. “And I’ll make her beg. I’ll tell her, use your fucking voice or I’ll make you lick it off the floor. I’ll make her say she’s sorry. Make her say she wants to join. And she will. Oh,

I explained as simply as I could: "It's about wanting to worship the man who makes me cum and keeps me turned on like no one else on earth - and about me liking being the submissive woman. That's all, really.” I said to Jonny, "I like being dominated as much as most women enjoy being on their backs and fucked hard by their boyfriends - it's about taking joy in being the receiver." "I think you may have to receive some more from me tomorrow.” he told me, "And this time, you will be calling me Master. I'm going to dominate you properly."

"Fuck that, Ron. I'm not your fucking Master, but I want a straight answer. What the hell do you want?" "To be honest, sir. I want someone to dominate me. I suppose I'd prefer a male dominant, but gender is not as important as dominance. For the first time in my life, I feel like I've found myself, what I am, what I want to be. I was unhappy before. I admit I was becoming a nasty bitch, sir. I was unpleasant to be around, but it's because I was trying to be something I wasn't. I've never been as at peace as I have since discovering who and what I am. I care for Regina. We were married for six years and I'll always care for her, but I want a dominant. I want to be submissive. If Regina can't

"Most Doms look for subs, someone who's already naturally compliant to their every wish. But that's not what I want. I want to tame you, to make you mine in every sense of the word. I want all that fire and ice that runs inside your veins to belong to me, and only me." I swallowed hard as I gave his words some thought. Could I ever really be that person? If wishing it alone could make it so that I was his girl, but could I really let anyone have the kind of control he described over me? It sounded like he wanted me to give myself over completely. The prospect was equally exciting and scary at the same time.

"To want to be dominated?" "Not just accept it or endure it," Silas clarified. "Actually want it. Crave it. Seek it out. He wants your submission to be a gift you give freely, not something he takes by force." "That's..." Eve struggled for words. "That's actually kind of Terrifying,."

she challenged, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper. Dominic’s eyes darkened completely, flashing with that raw, primitive possession as his gaze dragged over her plush curves once more. "By learning exactly who you belong to. Now, pick up your fork and eat your dinner. We have a very long night ahead of us." Vivian stared at him, the cold reality of his game finally clicking into place. He wanted her completely broken, dependent, and subservient. But as the heavy heat throbbed between her thighs, a dark, dangerous realization took root in her mind. He was completely obsessed with her body. His control wasn't absolute—it was violently compromised the second she let him touch her

"Tell me one thing. Just one. Something you want but have never experienced." "I want..." She stopped, started again. "I want someone to take control. To tell me what to do. To just—to use me however they want. David is so careful and gentle and asks permission for everything, and sometimes I just want someone to just take what they want from my body." Satisfaction rolled through me. "You want to be dominated."

“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.

“I could make sure you never work in this city again. But I don’t want to do that. I want you to take control. For once in your life, I want you to be the one who gives the orders.” Elara’s breath came in short gasps. Her round breasts heaved against her open blouse. “Why are you doing this? Why me?” “Because you’re the first woman who makes me feel alive down there,” he said. “And because I think you need this even more than I do. You were born to command. I can see it every time you try to hide it.” She stared at him. Tears gathered in her eyes but didn’t fall. “If I say no?”

“I want what Natalie stole from me. And when I have it, every connection you value will be mine to break. Mikey. Ava. You, Emily. All of it.” The cold realization hit me like a punch to the gut—this wasn’t just revenge. Dominic wasn’t satisfied with destroying my life. He wanted to own it. Every choice I made, every person I fought to protect, was just another piece on his board. He didn’t want to win—he wanted me to watch as he dismantled everything I loved, brick by brick. “You think you can control us?” I spat, my fists clenching. “You think you can make us bend to your will?”