Dominant Women Novels & Stories

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.”

He’s the future leader of the pack because he’s male and has alpha blood. I have alpha blood too, but you know how it is—people here are sexist. In their perspective, women stay at home, take care of the house, and look after the kids while the husbands work. Women here listen to their dominant partners and stay home once they’re married. They don’t have their own lives, no income of their own, and completely depend on their husbands.

she wanted to know, taking another sip of wine. "We were barely speaking at that point. Besides, I still didn't know how you'd react to the whole Dom/sub thing. And for me, Shannon, it's all or nothing. I like my sex dominant and rough, but I also want to care for my sub in every facet of her life. For many women it becomes suffocating rather than a pleasure. I didn't know how to show you the difference." "But you didn't give me any choice," she cried. "I had a right to have a say, too."

Plus, she kept getting the spotlight all to herself. “Different jobs?” Dominic scoffed and threw Austin a sideways glance. “Tell me about it then. What’s their job, and what isn’t?” Austin was shocked, but he answered Dominic’s question confidently, “Since ancient times, men were the ones who worked in the business while women stayed home. “If men were the ones who worked hard to support the family, women should be obedient and manage things at home, such as cooking and caring for their children. That’s what women should do. They shouldn’t be out there competing with men and fighting with them when they can't agree!”

“I could make sure you never work in this city again. But I don’t want to do that. I want you to take control. For once in your life, I want you to be the one who gives the orders.” Elara’s breath came in short gasps. Her round breasts heaved against her open blouse. “Why are you doing this? Why me?” “Because you’re the first woman who makes me feel alive down there,” he said. “And because I think you need this even more than I do. You were born to command. I can see it every time you try to hide it.” She stared at him. Tears gathered in her eyes but didn’t fall. “If I say no?”

Her inner fear flared up, whispering that perhaps these high-born women were right, perhaps she was just a fragile liability in a world built for monsters. But then, the memory of the war council flashed in her mind. She remembered Dominic slamming his fists onto the dark oak table, his terrifying, guttural roar echoing through the tent as he threatened to paint the room with the blood of anyone who dared look at her the wrong way. She sits where I command her to sit. She listens to what I choose to teach her. Dominic didn't care about their high-born traditions. He didn't care about their fragile rules. He wanted her to have teeth. He wanted her to survive.

(Dominic’s POV) Women were like champagne; best when expensive, bubbly, and easy to forget in the morning. A fresh bottle every night kept the taste sharp, the bubbles alive. I’d had enough to drown a weaker man. Brunettes with pouting lips, blondes with manicured nails that dug into my skin like they wanted to own me, redheads who swore they’d be the one to tame me. They all blurred together in the end. Names forgotten, perfume fading, lingerie left like trophies in my penthouse drawers.

Dominic lets out a short, jagged laugh; a sound of pure, breaking madness that makes Sarah instinctively flinch back. Rhea shrinks into the cushions, her breath stuttering. Dominic shuts his eyes for a heartbeat. A bitter, jagged scoff escapes him. Women. They are all the same. You play the gentleman, and they crave the monster. You show them the monster, and they go hunting for a saint.

But a drunk bride can get a little unruly. In my opinion, females start more fights and confrontations than males do. Especially she-wolves. I’ve never understood why. Liking dominant males is normal, as is being possessive of your man. But you don’t need to start a fight to see your date, mate, or husband get possessive of you. There are plenty of ways he can show his dominance without pulling others into your little fantasy and causing bodily harm or damaging someone’s property.

Women, wrongly perceived as weak, can perform tasks as competently as, or even better than, men. This evening, I plan to prove to him that I am strong and have conquered every obstacle that life has presented me. I long to see my mother because I miss her terribly and want to reassure her I’m still alive. I also desire her pride and expressions of her missing me. It’s been a while, and I'm looking forward to reconnecting with both her and Donovan. With Donovan as Alpha, I hope the pack's male dominance will end to ensure a more equitable environment for women. Women's equality demands equal access to education and the ability to earn their own living, mirroring men's opportunities.