Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

If he wanted something he gets it either with right or wrong. Sebastian wanted to become like his father but a little more than that too, that's why he has built himself in a way that people will tremble in fear even at the mention of his name. And he proudly can say that he has succeeded in doing so, the way none of his workers or anyone in his circle has the strength to even look into his eyes shows how much they fear him. It gives him a weird kind of satisfaction, a sense of superiority and he damn loves it! He loves the dominance he has over the people, he loves seeing the fear dwell in their veins for him. And that's what he ever wanted.

This feeling of completely surrendering control was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Aiden... too... too deep..." I whimpered after a particularly deep thrust. He didn't slow down but grabbed my hair, gently pulling back to force me to lift my upper body: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted? To be completely possessed by me, to be fucked until you cry?" His words were crude and direct, yet made my desire surge even higher. I couldn't deny it - this was exactly what I wanted. I never thought I would crave being dominated and possessed so much, but in this moment, this feeling was so right, so perfect.

“Yes, I want it.” I didn’t care how shameless that sounded nor did I care about anything tonight. All I wanted was to feel something or anything. “I’ll have you unable to walk out of here after I’m done with you.” He moved his hand to my neck and held it in a light choke. “I know you want my cock in you.” I wanted to be defiant because I knew from his tone that he was dominant and used to giving orders, men like him loved power, so I disobeyed.

He asked, and I shook my head. "I want her to suffer. I want her to value me. I want her to see me as her messiah and worship me. I want her to submit." I said, and as I said those words, I knew they were my truth. It wasn't about how I felt anymore. It was about dominating her. Marcelo liked it, and we shook on it. I could not wait to set things in motion and watch her beg me for help.

I didn’t know nor did I understand what was happening but what I did know was that I wanted it to stop. “Nina, take back control” he said in a soothing tone. The soothing tone did everything to calm me but as soon as it succeeded the anxiety of the situation, I had uncontrollably found myself in sprung right back because I had no idea what take control even meant. How was I supposed to take control when I hadn’t even initially realised that I had lost control. “Nina you can do it, you have to be the dominant one because domination is its nature.” he said softly. It was silent between us and I tried to make sense of his words. How the hell am I supposed to show the beast dominance when I felt

He is killing me. "You want to mess around with me? If I give you want you want, would you give me what I want as well?" I'm left with no choice but to bargain. I can't just lie here on his goddamn bed doing nothing, not while he is on top of me, the one who is in charge and dominant. Being controlled by a male is the thing I hate the most. "You sure you know what I want?" he asked breathily. Sure I do. Men are men, after all.

Did she know a dominant woman? “I wouldn’t be against it. Who do you have in mind?” My hand ran under my bikini bottoms at the thought of it. I had no modesty in front of Laurie anymore, not after she took pictures of me playing with my pussy. “I’m a switch. That means that I enjoy being dominated and dominating others. I don’t have time for a full-time relationship this year, but I’d love to dominate you.” The thought of being controlled by Laurie was almost laughable compared to Tim, but I was willing to give it a try. Little did I know…

When he released me, he whispered, “Because when you are with me, we play my way. You submit and take orders from me, agreed?” This kind of thing may scare most sane folks, but not me. I find myself rather intrigued and turned on by the idea of being dominated. I could feel my thighs clench as my mind played images of me and Jax with whips and chains going at it like there was no tomorrow. I had to have the power every day, consequence of being the Queen. The idea of being free and able to give the control over to someone else is liberating. “Sounds good to me.”

Dominik Obedience is not simply about following commands. It’s about the inevitability. Anyone can issue orders. Only true power makes them impossible to disobey. The night we just spent together was not just sex. It was a transfer of ownership, a forging of a new weapon. I drove my will into her body until she shattered, and now I need to solidify that surrender in her mind. So, this morning, I’ll show her what obedience really means. “You’ll come down to the breakfast table wearing nothing but lingerie and heels.”

I hover my fingers over the keyboard, trying to think of how I wanna fucking word the shit I wanna say, without fucking scaring her off. "Myla, I want a girl who will give me total fucking control... I want to be able to fuck her however the fuck I want, while still treating her like the fucking queen that she is. I want to dominate her, fucking own her, mark her and claim her, and still show her off the damn world as if she's still fucking pure and innocent." "Oh, well, I might be able to do that for you, Deac." "Oh yeah, little one? We'll have to fucking find out then... Tell me something; do you like being cuffed?"