An Understated Dominance Novels & Stories

And can easily beat you by confusing you. Nana Anderson. The fourth daughter of her family was acting as if there were no rules and no authority. As well, she is beautiful. Her own skills and abilities are those of technology. If anything, she was an expert at doing what she loved most. She can hack into any computer's, create a virus on your system, and log out without anyone noticing that. When it came to communicating with people and technology, she was great. Not to talk of fighting. She wasn't the type to accept defeat easily, but she was very strong and determined. Natasha Frank. Nick named Sasha, a young, pretty girl who prefers to hide her female body shape from that boy (tom boy). S

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.

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

"Together we're an unstoppable force - no Karen or anyone else can stand in our way." "Exactly," Chad agreed, eyes glinting with mischief. "And now that I've fed you, how about I show you exactly what this force is capable of?" Cassandra felt a familiar heat begin to coil in her belly as he slid his chair back and prowled towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Oh yeah?" she challenged, squirming under his intent stare. "And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?"

His strong, strong hands were grasping and kneading at her breasts, anchoring her body in this delicious, helpless limbo, as he fucked her senselessly. Intimate was not the word. Love was not the word. This was domination—fierce, animalistic, mindless—and she was caught in it. She was near the edge—she couldn’t hold much longer. All this pleasure was going to tide over, soon, again. Her cries caught in her throat as she felt herself about to cum, the delicious, crashing weight pitched past the breaking point. Kade felt it too, and he seized the front of her neck with that firm, controlling hold.

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.

“But tonight was about you. As your Dom, my job is to give you what you need, even if you don’t know or understand that you need it. Tonight, you needed to feel what it is like to submit, to understand that when you give up control, it fulfills something inside you.” “Doesn’t that mean that anyone who is strong enough can just hold me down and do what they want and I will enjoy it?” “No, little one,” he said. “Dominance and submission is a power exchange. I can overpower you easily enough with my body, but that’s not dominance. That’s abuse and it makes me an arsehole. True dominance is when you willingly give up control to me and the only power I have is what you give me. It’s trusting me t

The Orrathium kingdom has been more like a ruling factor to the other kingdoms because of the king at the time which is Adrian’s father. He’s made himself known as the punisher to any kingdom that decided to try to overpower other kingdoms. In a way he’s the most hated man who seems to want to keep balance in the kingdoms since there’s always the group that are too weak and the stronger ones would want to forcefully take them under their wings by force or destroy them just so they could build more efficiently and later dominate all of the other kingdoms.

But they’re right about one thing. Dominic is ascending, rising through the ranks of a world that does not forgive mistakes. Power swirls around him like a living thing. He will be targeted. Challenged. Tested. If I am at his side, I must not be the weakness people assume. I must be someone no one dares underestimate. The realization settles through me like warm oil—slow, heavy, inevitable. For years I’ve been a chess piece in other people’s strategies, a diplomatic marriage waiting to be arranged, a pawn dressed up in silk.