Wants To Be Dominated 소설 & 이야기

"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

I know what to do. What are you going to do? Train her with those memories, and she will wish never to remember them. That sounds horrible. Nathan, these are your children. Both Nathan and Diego have already reached the door away from Emily. She doesn't know what you are talking about. Besides, she has no clue about me. I am going to make her great, and many will fear and bow before her. She would rule over many, and men would obey her. Nathan said, smirking.

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.

“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.

Monica All I wanted was for him to fall into my trap. I wanted him to see all the goodness woven into my promises and to embrace the freedom and light that came with pure dominance. And in return, my condition, when properly layered, would finally be met. But what if it didn’t work? What if he didn’t want every good thing I had promised him? What if all he ever wanted was the freedom to be with his mate and nothing else? No… I bit down on my lips as my heart lurged violently and furiously, the air of dominance slipping through every space of my body. But I quickly pulled it back within myself as I studied him for a while.

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."