Wants To Be Dominated Novels & Stories

Love for one another is the only weapon your enemy has for you. It was one hell of a pain that the girls prayed never to experience again. And now they had to face it again, but this time the pain was twice what they last felt. Some of them just wish to die instantly rather than be tortured like that. Nathan went toward Emily, grabbed her hard on the shoulder, and whispered. I'm your father; I made you what you are today, and I own you. You are meant to fear and obey me. Not to challenge me.

The people around us had no idea what was happening. They just saw two people having coffee. "You taste like desperation," he said casually, leaning back in his chair. "Like a needy little slut who's been dripping all day thinking about getting fucked." "Yes, Daddy." My voice was barely a whisper. "Tell me why you're here. What you actually want from this." I swallowed hard. "I want to be dominated, Daddy. Used. I spend all day being in control and I'm fucking exhausted. I want someone to take over. To make me into whatever he wants. To... to treat me like I'm nothing but a toy for his pleasure."

The way he glanced at me with his neon eye. I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. The thought depresses me. "You're a sadist? Is this the soft-will-hearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew or the new Jace De Leon that I just learned?" "I'm a Dominant; I love controlling, I like being in power." His eyes are a scorching neon, intense. "What does that mean?" I whisper. "It means I want you to surrender yourself to me, in all things willingly." I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.

“We want to fuck you,” Dominic says bluntly. “All three of us. Right here, right now. Use every hole you have. Make you scream so loud the whole neighbourhood hears you. Leave you so fucked out you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.” My breath catches. “And then,” he continues, “we want to come back tomorrow. And the next day. And the next. Because we’ve been waiting for someone like you to move in. Someone who looks at us the way you’ve been looking. Someone who wants it as badly as we do.”

Every single second of the day. But it's another thing entirely to want to be possessed completely by a different man. One that makes you want to rip your pants apart and beg for the pleasure that you know he will give. One that you desire so greatly and will have you panting with just one touch. One that you can't just resist, no matter how hard you try. One that makes you finally understand why dominancy is the greatest of all, bound to screw you over and ruin you like never. One that's just there and you just can't get over with. And I, somehow, have found myself between the two.

The quick beating of his heart irritates me the most but I choose to let it slide. ‘ what if none of these werewolves planning anything against you? What if it's all just a mistake?’ ‘ is that a question you're asking me?’ bringing forward yet the symptom of domination and authority. sometimes I couldn't control it. The level of intimidation and I didn't want to. I would rather be feared and respected. I would rather people abide by the rules not because they respect me but because they fear the death that I will bring to them. The suffering that will befall them. That is enough motivation for me.

“You realize, I’ll find out soon enough. It would be better on you if you simply told me what I want to know now. I don’t like to be kept waiting. I’m not a patient man. Particularly when those under my command defy me.” “I’m not under your command,” she blurted before she could think better of it. “The moment you stepped onto my land, you came under my command. My son’s promise put you solidly under my care and protection. My promise to my son solidified that. You will obey me.” She raised her chin, staring directly into those piercing green eyes. “I survived at Duncan Cameron’s hands. I’ll survive at yours. You can’t make me tell you anything. Beat me if you must, but I will not tell you w

Even as I asked the question I patiently wanted us to go into this rooms and see what it felt like. And I couldn’t be more curious than I was right now, seeing the way his fingers slid into mine. “I love to be dominant. I love to be in command and it’s not because of who I am.” He swallowed. “Of course, I can’t do it properly unless my submissive accept to it. “ He stroked my fingers.

"I thought about each of you. What you'd be like. What you'd make me do." "And what did you imagine I'd say?" "That you could read my mind. That you knew exactly what I wanted before I even asked for it." He smiles, and it's terrifying. "I can. You want to be used. Dominated. Controlled. You want men who are smarter and stronger than you to take over because the weight of making decisions exhausts you. You've been begging for this without saying a word." I can't speak. He's too accurate. It's like he reached into my head and pulled out everything I've been hiding.

“What do you want?” “Niklaus in rut. I want him to breed with my brother, we want ties to this family you see.” She leans back in her seat. “You can't understand this, perhaps because your skin is too thick? I don’t know, but very soon, his family will visit, and you will realise that you don’t belong in this our- world. When they do visit, they will pick a dominant omega to appear in public places with him while you stay home with the baby, cleaning, cooking, I don’t know, but you don’t belong in his spotlight. It's not a singular person's choice, his entire enterprise is on the line, shareholders of their company want a dominant heir.”