Dominant Women Novels & Stories

Instead, she was met with absolute validation. "The misconception of our dynamic is that I take Cassandra's power from her," Victor explained, his voice softening, glancing at me for a fraction of a second with a look of such overwhelming, unshielded devotion that it made the air catch in my throat. "The mainstream narrative tells you that a Dominant seeks to conquer, to break down, and to subjugate. That is abuse. And there is no place for abuse in my house." He looked back at Sarah and Ben.

They didn't need to assert their dominance with petty insults; their very presence was enough. It was clear in that moment that the cartel families dominated this room. The politicians and businessmen’s wives might have had their own little pecking order, but these six women were on another level entirely. Their quiet arrogance spoke volumes, a silent declaration that their power was absolute. I realized then that my place among them was entirely different, a position I had yet to understand, and it was a terrifying thought.

Shawn knows this, too. "Why do they hate the New World so much?". "It's unbalanced, it's unnatural, what more do you need?", he scowled. "It was unbalanced before! Men dominating women every chance they got, unfair pay, females always being the 'weak' gender!", I yell. "The anti-New Worlders support full equality: no 'weakest' gender", he replies. "There isn't a 'weakest' gender now!". "Women have been converted to being the dominant gender, thus logic implies the existence of a weaker gender, duh", he said expressionless.

The only thing those women only managed to do was bring the otherwise sexually-charged and highly advantageous; very much so for the women since he was an incredibly generous lover, affair to an abrupt end. In other words, he was a dominant alpha male who liked to have his way in everything that he put his mind to. Something that was proving to be quite a challenge where this Anelia Telford woman was concerned. He could very well see that she was shocked yet trying hard not to appear like it. And by the frequent opening and closing of her mouth, she seemed to have something to say against the idea but, the words must have been stuck somewhere in her throat.

She brushed it away and said, “Richard was proving that he was good at it. And that he could control me.” “Why would he do that?” “Because he’s a dominant. To tell you the truth, I think it’s a façade. He’s really a soft little puppy inside.” I laughed as if she were joking, picked up the glass of wine and drank. As I set the glass back on the table, I said, “I’m curious. What constitutes dominant? If you hadn’t told me about your profession, I never would have guessed.” “It’s better that way, don’t you think? A girl can’t put all her cards on the table, can she?”

The only thing she knows is that she can make things happen with her mind. "Yes, she's right. Why do you have to use your powers when you don't even have a clue on how it works? What if we had loosed you?" Khalifa added. Anna, scan the figures one after the other, still munching on her junks. "Are you ganging on me? Should I also seek a partner to support me?" She asked, and Billie chortle. Romeo just shook his head, and pay attention to what he was doing.

Damnit! I didn’t need women who would try to seduce me just so they could become the next Luna. I didn’t need women who batted their eyelashes at me and did everything I told them with their heads bowed. I needed someone who would take care of the pack for me, look after my wolves and nurture them, but most importantly, I needed someone with a spark, a fire that was challenging. Yes, challenge. That was exactly what I needed. Someone who would make me 'earn' their keep, not give in so willingly. Unfortunately, dominant females are very rare in our hierarchy. And the groupies were like puppets, trying to grab my attention so I could do with them as I please.

I’m probably feeling this way right now because I’m already used to Molly going pliant for me whenever I get her caged like I have Blaze caged against my working desk right now, but the feeling was there regardless, and I wasn’t sure of what to make of it. But, one thing I’m certain of, is that I wanted Blaze to go pliant under my attention right now. That dominant side of me wanted him to submit to me right now, even though I know fully well that he’s a dom – which is one way to explain why he looks extremely unfazed right now.

“We are here to control direction.” Every word was Measured.. “We focus on long term dominance. Not temporary wins.” She paused. Then added softly, “Power does not need to announce itself. It simply… exists.” Silence. Then and eruption of applause. Dominic didn’t clap. He couldn’t. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for water. “Sir?” his assistant whispered. Dominic did not answer him and just kept on drinking. “She’s alive…” he thought. “She’s married…to that bastard”

"And what truth are you hunting for so aggressively, little wolf?" The tight space on the saddle prevented me from spinning around to confront him face-to-face, so I forced my chin over my shoulder, locking onto his peripheral gaze. "What other explanation is there for the hierarchy of the Dominion? Female wolves are statistically barred from leading the high-tier security packs. We aren't compensated equally on the ice or in the media bureaus. We aren't chosen for the Council seats. We don't get the same developmental resources in the lesser territories, and please do not insult my intelligence by claiming raw male physiology makes you superior leaders. The tactical data has disproven that