Dominated นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Madox smiled. There were few times that he could see his friend out of control, with all his uncontrolled pheromones invading the whole place aggressively. That...was good for health. Dominic had always been an alpha who could be said passive. He didn't look for conflict and while he wouldn't let himself be overshadowed by another alpha he did look for the least violent means of dealing with things. Very contrary to him.

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.

“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.

“It’s alright, Little One. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see how your body responds to my touch. This delicious little body was made to be mine and mine only. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to worship until you can no longer walk straight. Once this is all over and I bring you back to our pack, you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never known.” “W-what do you mean?” “Do you know what a Dom is, Little One?” “No,” I whispered. He lowered his voice to the sexiest huskiest tone I’d ever heard before and explained. “I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to be 100% submissive to me. If yo

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. ⸻