Доминирующий Novels & Stories

Emiliano’s dominance was precise, meticulous, and terrifyingly controlled. ​He moved with a powerful, relentless efficiency, his focus total. He was claiming his right, fulfilling his command, with the same cold dedication he applied to securing a shipping route or dismantling a rival’s organization. His body was hard, dominant, and utterly unyielding, radiating a heat that was entirely physical, not emotional.

The pain should have been unbearable, but my mind was clear and my body firm. Dominique becomes truly unstoppable when it comes to her mistress, doesn´t he?

There had been something real in the way he responded, something that couldn’t be faked so easily. This lifestyle, the Dominant side of me, was not just a passing interest. It ran deep, rooted in who I was at my core. It shaped the way I saw people, the way I interacted with the world, and the way I craved control, not just in the bedroom but in every aspect of my life. It wasn’t something I could switch off and from everything DomCraver had shared, it was the same for him.

“ DOMINIC- “ She squirted out once again. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her vision getting blurry. Her hairs sticking to her body , her lips parted , her cheeks red and her eyes , teary and swollen. She looked like a piece of art and one thing for sure …………………… she was his sinful desire. He was gonna have her one way or another. She was his and he was her master. She belonged to him and only him and anyone else even trying to get her was gonna meet the deadly him. He was obsessed with her. Possessed . He was way dominant , way aggressive , way possessive and way protective when it came to her and he was desireful for her. He was not gonna let anyone take her away. He made sure she also un

Walking quietly through the corridor Dominco found another door,this one was closed, twisting the handle trying to open it he found out it was locked "Shit" He cursed before taking a step back and lifting his leg to kick the door which went down with one kick.No ordinary alpha would have been able to take that down in one single kick, Dominco being a dominant alpha had the ability to be super strong.Smiling at himself he walked into the room, heightening his senses and going alpha mode to be able to see in the dark, because the room had no light switch.

"Why do you need this? Is it . . . is it just, um, sexual?" "No." He runs a hand through his hair. "It's . . . My wolf, Kian, he's extremely dominant. More than most. It's not just about authority or pack hierarchy. It's about control. Dominance. The need to command." "But you don't just go around commanding everyone." "Because I have outlets. Safe, consensual ways to express that dominance. Without them . . ." He pauses, choosing his words carefully. "Without proper outlets, dominant wolves can become dangerous. Controlling. The need to dominate bleeds into every interaction."

“Do you know what dominants and submissives are?” “Not really, sir.” “I am dominant. It means that I like to dominate my partners. To tell them what they can and can’t do. Tell them how to do things and so on and to punish them when they disobey. I have never had a steady relationship with this kind of power exchange because I have never met one I want that with. I have had contracted submissives, but those have only been in the controlled environment of the club I am a member of.” I pause to let this information land in her mind. Her eyes fall to her hands on my chest and her brows are furrowed in concentration as she contemplates this new information.

A tool, a maid, something to be used and discarded. But why did she suddenly stir this desire in him? Dominique shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it. He wasn’t like his father, ruled by emotions or weakness. He was strong, powerful, and in control. With that reminder, he slipped back into his cold, dominating persona. As he approached, Aurora turned, her eyes widening as she saw him coming. His imposing figure loomed over her, his face hard and unreadable. “I’ve been looking for you,” Dominique said, his voice dripping with malice.

His pupils dilated till his eyes were practically black, drinking the grey. Clara’s heart pounded in her ribs like a bird in a cage. She could sense his strength, which was crushing, primitive, and very intoxicating. He was more than a wolf. He was the Alpha. And not just any alpha; he was an alpha king. Dominic rose slowly from the leather couch, his huge, powerful body looming over all the other people in the room. His business associates were in a complete hush, which was a testament to his terrible status. His eyes never left Clara, tracking the line of her neck, the rise and fall of her breasts, and the tremor of her hands.

The feeling of the giant black wolf dominating her smaller form was completely intoxicating, breaking the very last of her control and leaving her entirely exposed to his hunger. The pace became frantic, a wild, breathtaking storm of heavy movements, snapping jaws, and ragged, breathless panting that echoed off the timber walls. Dominic’s heavy muscles bunched and corded beneath his shiny fur, his glowing amber eyes fixed entirely on her face. He watched her bright jade eyes glaze over with pure, consuming desire, completely captured by his strength and his dark majesty.