Dominant Male Novels & Stories

The ancient forest that surrounded us added to the mystique of the occasion, and the energy was nothing short of electric. Alpha Dominic's, towering in both height and presence at just eighteen, exuded an aura of unshakable authority. He possessed the rarest of qualities, a high alpha gene, which solidified his position as the pack's soon-to-be leader. Every member of the pack held him in the highest esteem.

“Leandro,” Both of them talked. I observe Leandro. From what I can see, his manly presence could make girls’ jaws drop. Well, he’s attractive and handsome yet, but if I’ll compare him to Adam, I’d choose Adam. Oh... Hold on. I am thinking and fantasizing about this man beside me again! No lie. Adam is handsome. He’s strict, ill-tempered and always mad based on my observation. And the most important characteristic he has, he’s into teasing!

I'd lick his blood after I stabbed him. God. I cover my eyes for a moment and breathe deeply to gain control of my emotions. I swear I'm not sex-deprived even though it's exactly what I'm thinking of right now. When I open them, King is watching me closely. Can he smell desire? I might need to crawl under the table and take my plate with me. "I'm dominant," he says and rubs the scar on his face. "My men are too. When someone looks us in the eye it's a challenge to our superiority."

I could understand Miras attraction to my mate. Dominic was running around the training grounds topless with black basketball shorts and sneakers on. He was tall and muscular like most male wolves but he gave off that aura of dominance that most Alphas do. There was more to it though. Dominic, who was now sparring with his Beta, was very powerful but had such fluid movements. He was incredible to watch. "Mira you don't know that for certain. Besides what about those people who supposedly came back with him a couple of days ago. Theres some random girl and some couple. They're all staying on his floor."

Declares exactly what he is: an asshole who doesn’t give a damn about anyone else. Who takes pleasure in surprising his friends and outwitting his enemies —no, he doesn’t have friends…doesn’t need friends…or lovers or… How would he be as a lover? A dominant? A male who’d take without mercy? That feminine, dominion core of me quivers in anticipation. A pulse flares to life between my thighs. An age-old instinct deep inside awakes…and insists this leader will pleasure me. He’ll bite me, lick me, suck me…and a piercing wave of desire twists my stomach.

He had said it was a game they both enjoyed and what his Mama wanted him to do, that she had ‘asked’ him for it. Then he implied that he hadn’t actually hurt his Mama, and she loved it when he punished her as it showed how much Papa loved Mama. When he was older Papa said he would teach him how to discipline a woman as they needed to be shown that the male was always the dominant one and they were there to please him by obeying his commands. Young as he had been, Kalvin had not been able to hide his excitement at the thought of ‘disciplining’ a woman. He was his father's son, and for the first time in his young life, he had an erection. Of course, his Papa had noticed, and he had smiled secr

“Now, what I'm about to tell you is a theory I've put together over a long time. Not a known fact. But you wanted to understand why Red Dragon wants Mira and me to play dominant roles over him during sex.” I nodded. “In as much as losing his power and influence is not a thrill, Red Dragon began to chase his own happiness. Psychologically, female-dominant sex is a form of strength and submission.” I nodded. “Okay. But why would a man like Red Dragon even want that?” I asked curiously. “Because it reminds him of what a challenge feels like. And it's not reality, so his power and authority stay out of the bedroom. Think of it as Red Dragon facing a worthy challenger and losing without actually

Asil raised his brows. “Well, if you still think that your mate is submissive, you’re in for a real surprise.” Toby couldn’t help but smile at that. “Yes. I deduced that right off.” “We who are dominant tend to think of that aspect of being a werewolf as rank: who is obeyed, who is to obey. Dominant and submissive. But it is also who is to protect and who is to be protected. A submissive wolf is not incapable of protecting himself: he can fight, he can kill as readily as any other. But a submissive doesn’t feel the need to fight—not the way a dominant does. They are a treasure in a pack. A source of purpose and of balance. Why does a dominant exist? To protect those beneath him, but protect

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Mr Nathan Murray {the Dominant} and Mr Cole McCall {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Nathan Murray, request of Cole McCall the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

“What do we share?” “For one thing there is the dominance delusion, and for another there is the inability to be loyal to one partner as an effect of your insatiable need for the reproductive pleasure.” Aariv said. He turned around to go back into his home. It took him ten seconds to make seven steps with the help of a walking stick. The man was really old and for an old man he had a big mouth. I paced twice and caught up with him, blocking his path. “Can you please excuse. I need to get out of the sun, son. You are blocking an old man’s path.”