Romans & histoires Dominant Women

The Doom Family. This woman belonged to that bloodline, her kind had been responsible for wiping away his ancestors, almost making other beings extinct. Alpha Lawrence growled deep in his throat not missing the surprise that shone in the woman’s eyes. The woman had been caught trying to resurrect a dead person with occult powers, she was a black Witch. A very powerful one according to his men that had watched her make the incantations by the river. Although weakened by age, witches were never to be underestimated. With only a few whispers they could have the entire earth collapsing on itself. They were very powerful beings and the scariest thing about them was their quiet, unsuspecting ways

She's not even getting a chance to speak when he continued. "Now, let's get to business." His dark green eyes seems to look at her deeply through her eyelids, and Ava feels like melting and getting drowned by his stare. "We doesn't have any business," Boss BD chuckle giving Ava goosebumps. "Yes we have, Ava. You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men you have a debt with. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back."

Reeina sits up in bed and looks much more flushed than before, even though there are dark circles under her eyes. She would never miss the chance to talk without stopping. — When a wolf falls for a female we call it “domination” — she explains. — He doesn't respond to the calls of any other female. Hormones no longer affect them. They say that a dominated male is immune to erben. These were the only ones that His Superior Majesty allowed to remain in the fortress, as they will not pose any danger to the females or each other. Reeina's final sentence gives me a strange impression.

Dominic says. "Because she has the Capo to protect her," he barks out. "We did not build this empire to be ruled by a womb. Men lead, and women have children. That’s the order of things!” “Order?” I scoff, having had enough of their bickering. "My wife is performing her wifely duties, she will bear my children but she will also take over for her late father. Alessandra does not stand alone,” I say, my voice sharp. “She stands behind me, and im certain you’re all familiar with how short my temper can be."

Cindy shrugged. Cara nodded but didn't pry any further. "So the blonde from earlier, her name is Simone. She usually plays the role of a dominatrix." Cindy started her introductions. "Dominatrix?" Cara wondered, her brows furrowing. "Ah babe, you have so much to learn. In total, three of the eight women here are doms, while the rest of us typically play submissive roles. I'll get into the details of terminology later." Cindy said, then continued on.

Dominique stepped back, folding her arms tight across her chest, as if she could physically shield herself from the truth unraveling in her mother’s voice. “What even is this? Some legacy club of rich women in stilettos playing puppetmaster in private cellars? You said we were clean. You said we were better than the filth we control.” Her mother’s lips twitched. A smile? No. A wince, hidden in practiced elegance. “I said we were poised. I never said we were innocent.” Dominique stared. “Who was she, then? Domina Noir? Was she even you?”

she glanced at me—“a scandal in heels.” “I’m standing right here,” I said quietly. “Yes. And don’t think for a second I don’t know why.” I held her stare. “Why, then?” “Because women like you don’t survive on merit. You survive on sympathy. You spin tragedy into strategy and cry your way into power. Your pregnancy? A calculated move. Your fall from the window? Probably staged.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until my ribs ached. She leaned in, voice like poison in silk. “You think being Dominic’s wife makes you untouchable? It makes you a target. And believe me—I never miss.”

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.

' ✾ They say women were born competitive. Some might suggest that men are more prone to competing than women but deep down, we all know the truth. Men have their guns and arms to solve a fight, they have violent means to figure out the winner. Women have a different way to settle things. Done are the days where we only battle physical attributes, of who is prettier, of who is softer. Now, women fight for things like prestige, power, and dominance. I understood there was a time many years ago where women often shied away from competition because what would they get from it? Attention from men? Will that feed anyone?

Mia raised a brow and kept the glass in front of her, she raised her index and middle finger, "Lesson 2: When going down, go with all your weapons and the art of seduction is the most primitive and substantial skill of a woman. Every woman uses it to keep their dominance in the world. Men are naturally stronger than women in physique but that physique is their weakness too." Sandra shifted uncomfortably on the seat and bit her lower lip in pressure, "But this…It's immoral." She said after staring at them for a while. Lana sighed and patted her shoulder, "It's immoral if anyone knows, otherwise everything is ruses; men's fault for falling! Every woman uses her charm: married women to indulge