Dominant Woman Novels & Stories

This was the first time Dominic would be discussing their beloved woman with me, and the hurt behind that confession cut deeper than he meant it to. “She wasn’t just reckless. She was brilliant, volatile, and utterly convinced that limits were meant for everyone except her. She used to tell us that rules were chains for the obedient, not for someone like her. People called her an Upriser long before she officially earned the title. She believed we could wield dark magic and still keep our Core. Still keep our souls.” He drew in a slow breath. “But she never lived long enough to prove it.”

But a drunk bride can get a little unruly. In my opinion, females start more fights and confrontations than males do. Especially she-wolves. I’ve never understood why. Liking dominant males is normal, as is being possessive of your man. But you don’t need to start a fight to see your date, mate, or husband get possessive of you. There are plenty of ways he can show his dominance without pulling others into your little fantasy and causing bodily harm or damaging someone’s property.

She was affected. For the first time, my always-dominant mate was stirred by my display of power. I turned back to Mordecai, my lips curling. “You think I’m weak? Because I mated an Omega?” I leaned in, whispering for his ears only. “Then you are a fool.”

And then the door creaked open. My heart leaped in my chest, a fleeting burst of pleasure taking over. Finally, He was home. But no sooner had Dominic entered the room than my insides plummeted. Dominic was not alone. He had one arm around the woman, a woman who was so stunning that she was almost unbelievable. She was dressed in red, the kind that sets your head aflame and makes you suspicious. She had legs that seemed to stretch on into infinity, lips glossed a deep red to match her dress, and eyes that burned with the certainty of one who had already claimed what was hers. Her loveliness was breathtaking, almost blinding.

Something given, not something that was required or taken. Knowing that she’d willingly trusted me with all of herself, even in Del Mar, showed me what an amazing and resilient woman she was. I’d never forced her. I never would. That was the differentiation between unique tastes and abuse. A true dominant—the opposite of a submissive—understood and respected the fact that the submissive was the one with the true power. From our first meeting, the first time her golden eyes met mine, I never doubted that she was in control. I was captured by her spell.

The woman who smiles at people even when they are laughing at her. Who absorbs their cruelty and somehow refuses to become cruel herself. Who falls. Again and again. And gets back up every single time. She never asks anyone to save her. She never begs him to love her. She never needed a man. And even now— She doesn't need him. Nothing unsettles a powerful man more than a woman who doesn't need his power. Maybe Dominicus had read her wrong. Maybe she was never weak. Maybe the girl he mistook for a coward had simply spent her entire life choosing peace over war.

he said, looking her over, "I can see why everyone's been so gung-ho to claim some time with you." "No they . . . they're not really . . . they have?" Clara grinned. "Oh yes," she said. "In answer to your question," she purred, tracing a finger across Shamira's collarbone, "I'm a dominant. I can wake up with any sub that isn't already claimed." She tried to pout, albeit unsuccessfully. "But today, I just thought you might like to have a friendly face when you woke up. Big changes shouldn't happen alone, and I know Shane's policy about sleeping alone.

A violation of her feminist sensibilities. Not that Ben disagreed some dominant/submissive relationships were borderline degrading. It bothered him that some women’s foray into the scene only showed the worst side. Not the best side, like Layla and Murphy, who’d been together for years. Their devotion to each other’s needs was undeniable. Ben wasn’t looking for a lifestyle sub, but a woman who understood this wasn’t a phase with him. He was a dominant to the core and always would be. He couldn’t be with a woman who wouldn’t accept that side of him—no matter where they met.

"Then why you want to dominate another woman?" "Ah, the paradox of a switch like me. It's a very powerful feeling being a Dominant. Someone is now surrendering their power to me. I decide who and when they fuck, whether or not they get to cum; if they'll be punished for disobeying me. It's heady stuff, having that much control over another person. But with that control, comes responsibility. I'm responsible for that person's pleasure, their pain, for seeing their needs as a submissive are met so they're happy. It's why I'd give up Dominance instead of submission. I can abdicate responsibility for another person. My only responsibility as a sex slave is to do as Master wishes, to concern myse

I never thought of meeting the perfect woman, but here she fūcking was. My angel kept me on my toes. She drove me crazy in all ways and I loved it. I didn’t like weak females. Not that I ever really connected with someone on any level to know exactly what I liked and craved in a lifetime counterpart. I knew I was a dominant man, but I never showed care for any of my lays until I had my angel. Now I wanted to dominate her until submission, even if she never fully submitted while I took care of her needs as well.