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I'm too shocked that I'm obeying him. "Great." He smiled at me. "After this punishment, you'll think hundred times before breaking our kiss forcefully and before pushing me away." His voice held dominance. I stared at him, wondering about what type of punishment he is talking about, but I'm loving his dominating side too. This is increasing my excitement and arousing me more. I really love him, I love his every side. I want to experience every type of love with him and he's fulfilling this wish. Now I'm excited and a bit nervous that what punishment he'll give to me, but I'm sure that it will only take my desire to the peak. I'm so so excited.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief. Damon wanted to rub his shoulder which now throbbed with pain where their shoulder collided but restrained self, knowing there was still the girl standing in front of him. Everyone knew of the immense strength that ran in the Bennett family at least in the pack. Except the well-kept secret that somehow she, the daughter of the family was the kind of strong they hadn’t seen in their family ancestry. It wasn’t something too big a deal but she herself didn’t want others to now just yet.

That’s when we’ll be present, decorative and deliberate, proof of unity and lineage and legitimacy. A knock comes again, this time unmistakable, and Dominic doesn’t wait for an answer. He fills the doorway like he owns the air itself, hair perfectly in place, eyes sharp and burning with purpose. Power rolls off him without effort. Not loud. Not flashy. Just undeniable.

He corrected and I slowly nodded my head in understanding. “A dominant is someone who’s always in control, someone who’s in power, or superior to the other… while a submissive is someone who tends to seek for guidance, control and confidence from the dominant. A submissive is someone who’s ready to put their trust in a dominant, because they know that the dominant wouldn’t ever hurt them or lead them astray.” He paused and I swallowed emptily, all what he had just said was still flying around the inside of my head but I was gradually digesting them all.

One that held not just power but dominance and submission. One that had everyone trembling to their knees.

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"I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..." "We won't lie to you about who we are," Alex said. "We're Dominants, Bella. It's part of our nature, part of what we enjoy. But dominant doesn't mean abusive. It doesn't mean forcing someone to do anything they don't want. Real dominance is built on consent, communication, and trust." "Marcus said he was dominant," Bella said quietly. "Said I needed to submit, to obey. That it was natural for women to serve men who were stronger."

Gallagher to see if he’d be interested in being interviewed by Ashley and he’d sent her an e-mail agreeing to the interview and setting the time. “Domination?” The word, even coming casually from his lips, sent her insides quivering. He was a Dominant. Dom, for short. He commanded women to do as he bid. They became his sex slaves, doing whatever he wanted them to do. Her breath caught and she felt her insides melting. What would it be like to be controlled by him? For him to tell her to strip off her clothes, then get down on her knees in front of him and ...

he smiled down at me, "Like I said earlier, we have all night." Sure, the wine was helping to dull my senses, or else I would have been terrified. "In this room, I won't be Mr. Jonah to you. I am your dominant and you're my submissive. You must obey my every command," he said to me. "If you want to address me, you'll have to call me 'El dominio'. Also, if there's anything too much for you to take, the only safe words you can use to make me stop are lime and lemon. Lime being that is unbearable and lemon being that is uncomfortable."