Dominant Male Reader Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, you’ll like the foreplay. Then as soon as you beg, I’ll give you what you want.” She should have guessed he’d be the type to love begging. He was a dominant male after all. Although she’d been with dominant males before, she knew without a doubt that it would still be nothing like sex with a very dominant alpha male—particularly when this male was her mate. She had to admit that she was beyond intrigued.

“No. I just…don’t want to have to think about sex. I want to surrender my body to a man who pushes me to my sexual limits so I can experience the ultimate pleasure and give it back to him in return any way he wants it.” “Have you ever been in this type of sexual relationship?” “No. I haven’t had many lovers.” “How many?” “Three.” It figured. Domini was as innocent as he’d feared. “So if you’ve had little sexual experience or exposure to a dominant male, how do you know so much about this?” Color tinged her cheeks. “I don’t…well…besides reading romance novels with a bit of a domination theme. I realized that type of sexual relationship was what I was looking for.”

The Alpha said, looking Dominic up and down before his eyes met Dominic's again. "What?... I'm your mate!" Dominic said, feeling as though the Alpha was squeezing his heart. The Alpha scuffed, and roughly turned Dominic around, pressing his chest against the tree as he pushed against his back. "And you're a dominant Delta 1! What are you going to do? Are you going to bend over and let me stick it in your ass like a submissive male? Are you going to let me fuck you right here against this tree like a little bitch in heat?" The Alpha said into his ear as he thrust his hips forward, pressing his cock against Dominic's ass as his breath fanned his ear.

Seeing all these men, each one powerful in their own right, discuss and negotiate is something awe-inducing. Among all seven of them, Gabriel is my favorite one. Not because he’s my husband, but because he is an alpha through and through. The way he commanded the room, the way he took charge, the way he controlled the room. Everything about him just screamed dominance. He didn’t flatter in his wants. He didn’t negotiate. He didn’t try to accommodate like the rest. He knew what he wanted and that was what he was going to get. He wasn’t afraid of walking away from this opportunity if the deal didn’t meet his desires.

"You haven't truly understood the personality of a domineering man! A domineering man is only like that on the outside, but on the inside, he treats his wife like a princess! Isn't it always like that in the novels? In the beginning, he'll be as cold and domineering as a rock, refusing to admit that he's in love with the heroine. Then, when he starts to pursue the heroine, he's willing to throw away every shred of pride he has." How was Rachel so familiar with these plots? Had she researched them or something? Sigrid wondered. "But if your husband was the domineering type, then you'd be the heroine of a sickly sweet romance novel, not the torturous type. Domineering men in torturous novels a

I took a slow, relaxed gulp of my drink, giving him a cool, unbothered look. "Mind manipulation?" I laughed. “I saw the specific way you stared at my male strippers when you walked into this building, Julian. You don't hide things like that. Not here." The blush on Julian’s face deepened, his jaw clenching tight. He looked caught, trapped in a corner he didn't expect. At this exact moment, I was one ninety percent sure that this powerful, royal Alpha was into men. and even if he was into woman, it was just a tiny piece, as His desires seems to lean completely and almost entirely toward the male side.

Ellen is Patrick's mate but she is quieter than Sophia. "I have to tell Alexa," Jordan says. "Why are you all so excited about her?" I ask. "Don't worry about us. We are all mated so there is no eyeing your girl. We promise to behave ourselves," Jordan says. They always have to remind me that I am the only male in the park who is not mated. "Alright," I say. "Don't scare her away. She doesn't know anything about us." "Don't worry. We can behave," Jose tells me. I want to roll my eyes about their excitement but who am I to blame them?

“Oh really! That’s actually good. Well then save my number and explain your relationship with that handsome Alpha before I burry him six feet underground.” “He is just a friend of mine. Once again I am not interested in Alphas. But he is a dominant Alpha!” “Taking your friend’s side huh? Shouldn’t you take my side? We are going to be one someday.” Another message came right after. “I am a dominant myself. Why would I care about him being a dominant? Don’t you know that our country has the highest number of dominant Alphas.” “I am sorry. I was just saying.” “Damn it!” Wells swore, “why did he have to be a dominant? It would have been better if he was a recessive like his friends.”

He asked for a coffee recommendation, and Elias — still flushed, still wary — suggested the cinnamon chai. Dominic took it, sipped it, and said nothing about how he hated cinnamon. He stayed there for thirty minutes. Didn’t flirt. Didn’t ask questions. Just watched Elias alphabetize a cart of returned books, pausing every so often to murmur things to himself. Dominic didn’t catch all the words — just enough to know the boy was talking about plots, characters, endings. He reads like it’s his religion, Dominic thought. And I want him to read me like that.

"Like Fifty Shades Dominant?" He laughed softly. "No. Like an actual Dominant. In a relationship, I like to be in control. I like to be the leader and the protector." Again, Jackie felt her face flush, and she broke his intense blue gaze, focusing on the lace at the bottom edge of her gown. "I thought that was just made-up stuff to sell sexy books." She couldn't bring her eyes back up to his, but across from her, she heard him exhale deeply. "Not made-up. It's just how some people are born. Blake, for example."