Dominant Women Novels & Stories

“I want you to punish her for putting me to shame in front of all the pack members.” “Are you ordering me around now?” He glared at her. “Not on my life alpha, I dare not order you around,” she bowed her head. “I only ask that you seek justice for me.” “Justice?” he asked, the sound of papers being shuffled filling the room. She didn’t have to be told before she knew he was getting up from his seat, he towered over her small frame, and she cringed. His dominance overwhelmed her, forcing her to go on her knee.

So why the hell do I want her? Female dominants have it hard enough. I know this and have seen it with my own eyes. They aren't taken seriously in so many circles. This woman breathes exactly who and what she is. So, again, why the fuck is my cock hard and my brain begging for a chance to slip my dick in between her hot lips?

Like putty in my hands. Growing up as an Amazonian, I was trained to believe all women were dominant over all male species, and I loved showing Brandon just how much I stood by that belief, even though I felt like if he wanted to flip me over and dominate me, he could. He was a warrior, the same as I, but his wolf recognized mine as the strongest, therefore I controlled most situations, which was perfect for me.

These are the matriarchs, the women who have navigated this treacherous world for decades. I have no intention of joining them, I’m simply passing by to get a breath of fresh air on the terrace. But as I pass behind their chairs, their low, conspiratorial tones catch my ear. "...quite the enchantress, isn’t she?" one woman, elegant in silver silk, murmurs. "Dominik certainly found himself a beauty." "Beauty fades, Isabella," another woman replies, her voice dry as old paper. "And Dominik, for all his… intensity at the previous gathering, will follow the inevitable pattern. They all do."

Her elegant dress tight to her wide hips, symptom of fertility, her hair arranged in an elegant bun and her jewelry that did not go unnoticed were a sign of who was the woman of that house. Aidan wanted to laugh, but held back the urge. Apparently the woman didn't like him at all, and she showed it with every pore of her body. At least Aidan knew where Dominic got part of his stubborn and hard character from. But that was nonsense if you put it in blueprints. They were two omegas, they were the last of society, they should be supporting each other, not looking for fights like two surly cats, at least on that omega's part. -Ophelia approached Dominic and did not hesitate to kiss his cheek wit

He said to them, "Nicholas has explained it. She's a woman with a good heart," Dominick said, with a smile. He held himself from pulling his gun out and throttling the trigger. "She must not have got it from you," Danil snapped. Dominick laughed as he was being praised, "Women are weak. They're only to warm our beds and give us heir," He glared at Dominick, his eyes narrowed at him with anger, "Not in our outfit," He snarled.

Adam looked at the other man, he said aid: “But aren't you curious about a woman who can conquer a demon like Dominic Barker? What kind of person is she, people are not curious, her background is much lower compared to the women we know, although She has a pretty face it's not too special and yet Dominic is taken down by her." These words had just made all the men in that room excited, they were also curious about how interesting that woman was. Self-sacrificing girls come to them, they're tired of playing and they're used to being chased by rich pretty girls.

It wanted to show her exactly what 'Mate' word meant in the werewolf world. Anger was bubbling in every vein inside Christian's body. With his werewolf strength came impulse and anger. Those were his weaknesses & because he was an alpha, with all the extra strength came extended weaknesses. In that moment he wanted to give her a very live demonstration of what the 'claiming' word meant but he had to control himself. He knew she was not a werewolf. She was just a fucking, weak human. And to a human, the ways of a werewolf's lifestyle was a completely alien concept.

"I wondered. The storage room where I was hiding, some of the equipment..." "We won't lie to you about who we are," Alex said. "We're Dominants, Bella. It's part of our nature, part of what we enjoy. But dominant doesn't mean abusive. It doesn't mean forcing someone to do anything they don't want. Real dominance is built on consent, communication, and trust." "Marcus said he was dominant," Bella said quietly. "Said I needed to submit, to obey. That it was natural for women to serve men who were stronger."

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW. “What’s a dominant?” I blinked, the collar still around my neck. A part of me should at least feel fear….or terror, or even disgust. But all I can sense is desire…and that scares me. “Do women do this to you, or….?” “No, I do this to women. Women who want to.”