Доминирующий Novels & Stories

“Tonight’s lucky participant knows what it means to be watched. Doesn’t she?” Offscreen, the submissive—a trained partner Dominique trusted—moaned in affirmation. She was masked, anonymous, her posture a perfect blend of defiant and waiting. Dominique circled her like a predator assessing prey. She used her voice like a whip—sharp, arousing, and controlling—while watching the chat from the corner of her eye. FoxinFrame: Do you think pain makes you powerful? FoxinFrame: Or does it just distract from how fragile you really are? Dominique leaned close to the camera, lips near the lens.

Dominant alphas being in the highest positions of power helps more than you think. Yes, controlling information. This world is ruled by the powerful, what else did you expect?. Even if dominants are rare. The problem is that Miyamura has pheromone sensitivity. He’s always been able to smell Sorahiko’s emotions. He’s always been able to tell what Sorahiko feels. He knows when Sorahiko is irritated, and when he’s cursing him out— he can almost taste the spite in his scent. He knows when he does something the omega finds attractive. Even if he seems to get irritated right after.

It was clear neither was willing to back down. Sophia’s grip on Alex’s arm tightened slightly. She could feel the subtle tremor beneath his calm exterior—the storm brewing just below the surface. For years, Alex had built his empire on caution and precision. Dominic’s return threatened to unravel it all in one swift motion. Dominic took a slow step forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You’ve been cautious, Alex. Too cautious. Playing it safe, hiding behind half-measures. That’s not how power is taken — it’s how power is lost.”

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Still, I heard the whispers, the plans. Domenico’s possession of my body became daily, and I hated that I came every single time. He was aggressive and dominating, and every thrust of his hips was a shot of pleasure through me. Each press of his teeth into my neck had me convulsing around him. He knew just what to do to get me off, and he was merciless about it. But, in the quiet of my mind, I couldn’t deny he was right—he was my god and he’d masterfully taken control of my body. It was the most powerful fucking I’d ever had. I hated to even admit to myself how I got wet just looking at him.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Rooks and pawns fell every round, cleared from the board as Pine positioned himself for that final checkmate move - claiming long sought rule over all Avalon. Through the window streaked with rain and refracted neon, Pine's gaunt face seemed to wear a death's head grin. Thunder shook the skyscrapers but within his stronghold all was silence and perfect control. Pine had weathered too many such battles to be shaken now. He stared through the glass with patience only age and cunning can cultivate, anticipating the struggle ahead with wolfish hunger. This tempest was merely opening chaos. The true storm had yet to fully descend. And Pine had crafted himself over long decades into an edifice no

He repeated with venom in his voice. “What do you mean? Aren’t I allowed?” Maxim looked taken aback. “Allowed? What the fuck for?” I tried to push him away but it was of no use. “Open relationship remember? I can fuck whoever I want.” His eyes darkened as he leaned closer. “So what? Your first idea is to fuck my best friend?” His chest was heaving with anger like he couldn’t believe what I just said. His hand tightened around my neck, leaving me gasping for breath. My core was throbbing. I had missed his show of dominance. I lived for it.

Clarissa’s POV:- “Dominant?” I whispered, staring into his eyes while many thoughts ran in my head, is he going to make me his submissive? Was the first question rushed to my mind. I know about this relationship but it never took my interest, I know nothing about this, I just know that a dominant wants his woman to be submissive to him. He wants her to submit herself to him, and that’s it, I only know that much and nothing more. “Are you? Cyrus?” I asked with my heart beating louder than ever, I was scared of the answer, I don't know what I should do if he’s Cyrus.

The rough vibrations from my tone sent shivers down her spine and she hesitated a little when a loud thwack landed on her ass making her jump, but my hand slipped onto her tiny waist and put her in place as a growl escaped my lips, "I don't tolerate hesitation, Bella. Every time you hesitate, I will turn your ass a bright shade of red with my hand, or I may use other toys depending on my mood." As soon as I said that, she moaned. She fucking moaned making my cock swell further even if it was possible and I'm certain my balls might be turning blue with how much I'm restraining myself. Being a dominant means I get to have control over my desires as well. And I so fucking much enjoy the control