Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

“I don’t care about Luca, or Nikolai, and if we did that thing with the doctor it’s because I get turned on by the illicit little rush of other people wanting me while I only give myself to you!” I confessed in a blur, sliding my hands up to cup his hard jaw. “It turns me on when others crave what I’m only willing to give you... and I know you do it for the same reason... Dominance. Dark desire. Ego...” We went silent, only listening to each other’s ragged breathing, like a wordless clash of wills.

He shudders violently, howling in pleasure. I'm in love with him. To the point where I swallow it all. I want to impress him. I want to serve him. I want to be his, physically and spiritually. I want him to dominate me, to claim me as his possession and to be an object he can use anytime he likes. I want to worship him! So this is what it feels like to be submissive. In this state, technically I'm a slut—his slut. I lay on top of him, giving myself to him like a willing prisoner.

I take her hand from my abs and bring it to my lips to kiss, “Okay, but at least let me brush and throw my hair up.” “Okay,” she grins, “Your hair does look like you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I slap her ass on the way back to my bathroom, “Smartass! Go sit down on the loveseat and I will be out in a minute.” She claps her hands in excitement and spins around to go sit on the little couch in the corner of my room. I stare at her for a moment, grateful that she hasn’t written me off just yet. After everything I have done, she still wants me, but will she want me after I tell her my story, or will she think that I am too fucked up to try and make it work. I became a Dominant f

“Saying something, old man?” “Do we really need to guard this lady along with you, Boss?” He sounded like pissed or something. I scoffed. Boss, huh? “I’m telling this to Adam!” Seeing Francisco and his ugly apprentice makes my blood boiled. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been putted in this kind of situation! Imagining being in someone's hands, who’s dangerous and could kill you in the blink of an eye. Who would be happy, huh? Adam has the upper hand and controls me based on what he wants. It’s like he’s my master and I’m his slave. Following all his orders until he says so.

What if the woman I am balls deep in is actually the woman who needed to be controlled. Selene is not the kind of woman to ever give up control. Yet here she is begging for me to fuck her. Begging for me to control her. The dominant side of me is aching to be released. To imagine her on her knees naked. To imagine her mouth open and her cute little tongue out. Waiting for me to fuck her throat. Like I did with my perfect sub.

“You want this, don’t you?” “Yes!” I panted. “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.

"Then why you want to dominate another woman?" "Ah, the paradox of a switch like me. It's a very powerful feeling being a Dominant. Someone is now surrendering their power to me. I decide who and when they fuck, whether or not they get to cum; if they'll be punished for disobeying me. It's heady stuff, having that much control over another person. But with that control, comes responsibility. I'm responsible for that person's pleasure, their pain, for seeing their needs as a submissive are met so they're happy. It's why I'd give up Dominance instead of submission. I can abdicate responsibility for another person. My only responsibility as a sex slave is to do as Master wishes, to concern myse

I put my arm around her and kissed her. "I love dominating submissive women and submitting to Dominant men or women. Just now, when I was pretending to be your Mistress, dominating you and I made you cum so hard; I got a small orgasm and a whole lot of pleasure from doing so. I get more pleasure from being dominated than being Dominant. I used to fantasize about being dominated. I never fantasized the other way. If I had to give up one or the other, I'd give up being a Dominant, but I don't, so I get to keep this delicious slave."

"You are very used to plain Janes who submit to you because they were born to, and this has made you arrogant. You don't just want total obedience, you expect it. This makes me skeptical because I'm quite sure you wouldn't know what to do with a woman who would bite you, scratch you, and curse you to hell and back if she wasn't getting her way. If you want my submission, you're going to have to battle for it." Desire zapped through Dominic. He hadn't thought he could get any harder, but he was dead wrong. Natalie was right in her assumption that he was only used to submissive women. Females were too cautious around him to fight him for dominance. He didn't crave submission, but he liked it.

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr