Dominant Women Novels & Stories

"Yes, have you ever heard that Dominic is the target of many women? Starting from artists, models like you, or fellow businesswomen around him. There are lots of women who approach him. Just like what you do now. But they will immediately wave the white flag when they meet with his grandmother. It's a great weapon Dominic always uses if he wants to get rid of those annoying women." "Oh, really?" Ah, now Lyra understands why there is so much news about Dominic's dating with many women but none of them are valid. So because of this? Knowing that she had survived until now made Lyra proud. "You're so brave, Woman. So, grandma likes you already? It will take a very long time usually. But why for

The door swung open, and a woman stepped inside. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was different from the other women in the pack. She was beautiful, but in an artificial way—long blonde hair styled to perfection, lips too full to be natural, and a body enhanced with curves that weren’t entirely real. She wore a skin-tight red dress that barely covered her thighs, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked inside with confidence radiating off her. She wasn’t submissive like the other women in the pack. No, she was dominant. Bold. Powerful. And I hated her instantly. “Alpha,” she purred, her voice sultry, her eyes filled with hunger as she looked at Damien. “Did you call me?”

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—"

The scene unfolding was nothing new, nothing special, but everyone knew the lady who was about to be the winner did not like losing to someone and especially not a man. She goes by the name Madame Ax. A notorious female dominant in the building, known to be bisexual and sees herself as equal to men. She is a feminist and one of the dominant figures from whom I learned the act of dominance. “$250,000,” she answered from the other end of the room, and I had to hide my smirk. If only she knew how perfectly she was playing into my hand. “$500,000,” I announced. The announcer was dumbfounded as we took over the negotiation from her.

I asked out of anger. "Tatiana and I'm Nicholas submissive and he's my dominant if you understand what I'm saying. Our contract isn't over so I'm back, for good this time." The idiot lady said. If she thinks she could walk up and take my Nicholas away from me, she's dreaming.

“No. No way. Men, especially men like Thomas, don’t want a woman like me.” “What do you mean by men like him and women like you?” I asked, genuinely confused. “He’s dominant, strong. A soldier. I am also all of those things. One of the strongest in this pack, and if I have it my way, one day, I will be the strongest. Men don’t want a woman who is stronger than them. A woman that doesn’t need their protection. They want delicate, pretty, sweet women that can be mothering for them and their future children.”

Knowing how he saw the situation we were in went a long way to helping me understand him. "In our world, my mate, men are dominant, and the women are submissive. This is a generalization, of course, there are accounts of females being dominant or even neither. Still, even then, such a thing is allowed by the head male in the family or her king. Generally speaking, our females are submissive towards their mates and their male relatives. In this submissiveness, they agree to obey the rules set forth for them as well as accept the punishment of failing to do so," Tohr explained. "The women just agree to this," I repeated in a bit of awe.

Alpha Dominic's statement made the women frown at me, and I knew they must see me as a liar. “I promised her,” Alpha Salem walked in, and finally, I exhaled a sigh of relief. “What are you talking about?” Alpha Dominic sharply asked. “I promised Astrid that I would ensure security for all the women. No one can touch them against their will,” Alpha Salem stood with me, glaring at Alpha Dominic. I noticed Carolina joining my side, along with other pack women. They were content in their mate bonds yet united in support of every woman. “Alpha, all these women deserve their rights,” I told him firmly.

This is me, I'm a dominant Delta 3, my name is Claudius, and this is my story, my fight for love. I'm a dominant Delta 3, normally being a dominant male is something to be happy about. However, my original pack not only frowned and looked down on Delta 3s, they specifically hated dominant Delta 3s. But my pack wasn't the only one like that. There are a lot of packs out there that still have the same old beliefs. Omegas only use was for fucking, since they were so pretty, and dominant Delta 3s were useless, so they were usually killed off.

For years, Cynthia Cohen would have said that a perfect evening was one spent reading a book on the couch in her living room, her long red hair twisted into a bun and secured with chopsticks, her feet toasty in fuzzy slippers and her curves disguised by baggy pyjamas. But then she had met Richard, and Richard had helped her to see that an even more perfect evening included being naked and sweaty, her hands bound. On her knees. Just the thought of their nights spent together in such a fashion made Cynthia’s throat tight and her chest hot, the aching space between her thighs clenching uncomfortably. As her lover, Richard had helped her to see herself as more than the quiet bookworm she had alw