Доминирующий Novels & Stories

They showed a qualitative exploration of dominant/submissive roles and relationships, explaining what they are and how they work. The search described dominants as empathic and nurturing, desiring and able to take control, attentive and responsible… a perfect definition of what Damon stood for. While submissives were characterized as willing to give up control and having a desire to please. The girl couldn't help but feel like she was reading her own biography as her eyes continued to scan down the words on the bright screen.

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

His expression was grim, his aura so intense it seemed to crush the air around him. He looked like a king returning to his domain. Dominant. Unshakable. Unstoppable.

Mitch stepped left and smacked a cross-court winner that I had no chance at. "Oh, yeah! Fifteen all." There was no question regarding the challenge in Mitch's voice. A coach of mine had told me about a fencing term he'd heard of once called 'the dominance'. It referred to the person who was controlling the match, the one who decided the touches. I always felt that the concept translated well onto the tennis court. I could feel Mitch reaching for the dominance, her every shot trying to beat me into submission.

Domineering! To be continued....!

She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, and it was all because of him—his obsession, his control, his raw, magnetic presence. Finally, after hours of verbal duels, financial demonstrations, and meticulous dissection of Langford’s claims, Dominic leaned back, eyes sweeping the room. “Let me make one final point: this company’s future is secure. Ms. Taylor and I are inseparable, in every sense that matters. Any attempt to disrupt that… is a risk not worth taking.” The board members swallowed, some nodding, some silent, but all aware that Dominic’s dominance—both in business and in his personal obsession—was absolute.

Dominic’s gaze hardened slightly. “The fact that her recommendations frequently align with my decisions does not indicate undue influence.” He paused. “It indicates that I hired someone who understands the strategy.” A faint murmur moved through the chamber. Dominic continued. “Let me also make something else very clear.” Now his voice carried a subtle edge. “If anyone in this room believes my decisions can be manipulated by personal attachment…” His gaze moved slowly across the Dominion delegation. “They fundamentally misunderstand how I operate.” Silence. Complete silence. I felt my chest tighten. Not because of what he said. But because of how firmly he said it. There was no hesitation. N

he said quietly, “but dominion… that is continuous. It’s vigilance, adaptation, and anticipation. Today is a milestone, not the conclusion.” Olivia nodded, her mind alive with possibilities. “Domination is measured by perception and loyalty. We’ve shaped both today. But the real test is sustainability—maintaining control when pressure rises, when chaos reemerges, when rivals plot in silence.” She realized that dominion was not a static achievement—it was living, evolving, demanding constant attention, foresight, and courage. ⸻

Then, she glanced at me as if deciding how much to say. “If your Dom is gentle, you won’t have bruises,” she mused. “But most Doms want to see red, I won’t lie to you.” I just stared at waiting, gladly waiting for her to get to the point where I desperately wanted to hear. “Oh sorry. Dom means dominant. Like the man would be in control while you submit. Though it can be the other way round but I doubt any man would want to submit to a lady, they always end up taking over.”

Sage said, rubbing circles on my hands, as beads of sweat started to form on his brow. "Well, I know that you are an alpha," I respond. Of course, he would be dominant; he would have to be to be an alpha. "No, not because I'm an alpha and not in that way." He replied, smiling nervously. "Oh, ok. What do you mean then?" I ask, completely baffled by what he is talking about. "What that means is….I am in control….in the bedroom." He says, nervously. "You see, a dom or dominant is a sexual participant who takes on the role of the superior and often controls the other participant, which is known as a sub or submissive. This type of partnership is often-" Sage explains.