Dominant Woman Novels & Stories

The door opened, and in strode a woman that epitomized the term "dominating presence." She towered over everyone, her statuesque frame exuding raw power and authority. Her jet-black hair, pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, contrasted sharply with her pale skin. Her crimson lips seemed to smirk in perpetual amusement. Attired in a fitted leather corset that emphasized the strength of her chest and torso, she wore thigh-high leather boots that clicked authoritatively against the floor. Even her immaculate nails, painted a deep shade of red, seemed to hint at danger. Everything about her, from her chiseled jaw to her piercing icy blue eyes, screamed dominance.

And if she was here, if she was part of this, that meant everything I’d believed about her had been too kind. The next time they came in, I forced myself to stay quiet. I didn’t thrash or fight or make noise. I just listened. The men didn’t speak much when they were close to me, but I picked up fragments. mentions of Dominic, of deadlines, of pressure. And then, once again, the woman’s voice drifted through the door. Clearer this time. “Dominic needs to believe he’s in control,” she said. “Let him think he’s making choices. The more he believes that, the less likely he is to fight.”

Any woman I wanted would be mine, completely and utterly, with just a single act of dominance. A wicked smile spread across my face as I imagined the possibilities. Jessica would be the first, but she certainly wouldn't be the last. With my newfound power, I was ready to bend any woman to my will, to make them kneel before me with just a single, dominant act. The world was my playground, and I was the king.

“I didn’t trust either. I wanted to give up control in bed and be submissive, but I was scared it would be used against me. Decker says women wanting to give up control in bed is far more common than many want to admit. It’s because we have to be in control on the daily—jobs, kids, life. We have to make the decisions, handle our shit, and the responsibility can be crushing. So we want someone to take over, to tell us what to do, when to do it. It makes us feel safe and taken care of, and if we get orgasms along with it, how is that not awesome?” Another glance around. “With men like Decker, who is a billionaire, and I’m guessing Milos too, they are naturally dominant because they have to be.

Then she did the little gag act. I wasn’t a rookie, and I didn’t fall for such petty tricks. I told her to take off her clothes so that she would come clean and admit she had come to my mansion to rob me. When she held her own, I knew I had to have her. She was the first woman who stirred something in me after a long time. Sex had become mundane. I had been celibate for about two years. No amount of submissive women could get me going. That was the reason Dominic thought it would be funny to bring women into my house. He knew I had a thing for women with dark hair and bright eyes, and yet, he brought blonde women.

Matteo asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion to what Dominic had just revealed. “I meant what I said,” Dominic replied quietly. “I’ve been watching her for months. Tracking her. Knowing where she’d be. Studying how she moves, how she reacts, how she speaks when she thinks no one’s really listening.” “Why?” Jax demanded from behind him. “Why the fuck would you do that? Why her?” “Because she’s the type of woman who doesn’t break for anyone,” he said. “The kind who fights. The kind who walks into other people’s pain and tries to fix it like it won’t leave cracks in her own bones.”

"Surprising, I know. Especially seeing that I'm a dominant. Not many women take on this role but those who do, are some of the strongest people I know," She expressed, making me feel like she was silently referring to herself. "Most people look at female dominants and instantly throw misogynistic rhetorics Our way -telling us that we're not fit to play this role.” Remembering back to the little research I had done on BDSM relationships in my freshman year of college, I recalled reading a bunch of misconceptions about female dominants not being capable enough to handle a man. While I was still learning myself, I knew better than to believe in something as silly as that.

I chuckle. “Unlike that bitch, my two guys don’t need drugs to get women to sleep with them. Vanessa Jacobs may not be so willing but Nessa the sub will be very willing to be with two of the most talked about Dominants in the kink community.” I give my best friend the benefit of the doubt, “Okay, if you say so.”

She placed her hands into his, bringing him out of his stupor. His face lit up when she lean closer to him. "You're not supposed to keep things away from me, we're business partners, and I'm your woman, I'm morethan to you, you shouldn't keep things away from me." Anna said, in a seductive tone. 'Dammit she just said she's my woman, I own her' Christ screamed with excitement inwardly. "Should we continue from where we stop earlier? I want to have you for dinner." He said, and bit her lips.

She blinked a lot, but the tears eventually left her eyes. "This is it," she replied in a low voice, her face suddenly pale and tired. "This is the reason I can't be with you. You're dominant. You want things to be done the way you want it. You want everyone to follow every of your damn instructions!" I shook my head, already regretting that I didn't control my anger. "That's not true. I don't want—"