Female Dominating Male Novels & Stories

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

And then I thought of Dominic. Dominic. He wasn’t like the others—the cold, selfish men who treated women as trophies or pawns. He had been deliberate, calm, measured. Even in this absurd arrangement, he had respected my space, prepared a sanctuary for me, refused to take advantage of the situation. He had a power that didn’t need to intimidate, a strength that didn’t demand submission. It both terrified me and, strangely, gave me hope. Still… hope was a dangerous luxury in this house. In this pack. In this family.

It's a little rougher and louder than an Omega's purr. There are two things that really set us apart from an Omega. One, Omegas are more delicate and feminine looking. We're not. The second, and biggest thing that sets us apart, all Omegas are submissive and can get pregnant. With Delta 3s, you have submissives that can get pregnant but do not have the feminine features like an Omega. Then you have your dominant Delta 3s, who cannot get pregnant. This is me, I'm a dominant Delta 3, my name is Claudius, and this is my story, my fight for love.

Looking deep into his eyes I tease him, slowly swirling my hips in a circular motion grabbing his jaw forcing him to look. No Alpha male could ever give his female such control over him. It goes beyond their limits or what they stand for. Yet my male allows me to dominate him, allows me to lash out my Alpha hormones onto him. It doesn't make him any lesser of a male, it makes him more of an Alpha. My Alpha.

The woman chuckled and leaned in acknowledging that he couldn't break free. "Shushh, I'm going to give you the best fuck of your life." Danielle knelt in front of him and grabbed his dick, he panicked but Danielle immediately placed her index finger over his mouth. She was enjoying being the dominant partner and alpha’s struggling was adding to her evil intentions.

Pure hypocrisy and warped traditions of male dominance if there ever was such a thing, I thought, giggling internally. Female energy ruled our species and this world, coming from the Great Mother Gia. We have allowed males of our kind to be perceived as dominant, but females wielded true power. I kept thinking, but not vocalizing this. “Do not traumatize the poor little pup, don’t tell him that, he has already had enough”, my wolf Harrah snared.

Alexi may not be a full-on proper dominant in that scene, but he has those tendencies and the alpha male is strong in his DNA. On top a woman can choose the intensity, speed, how hard or how long. She can stop and start, move and even lead herself to her own orgasm if she desires. It’s a huge thing for someone like him to suggest that, right off the bat, I take the lead. He’s a born commander, and he just handed me his crown.

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.

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

or any man for that matter. I hastily touch Blake again. I'm disappointed to find out that the mate bond is still there. I hold his hands pleading. “Please, tell me you have a vagina. Tell me you're actually a female with no boobs and a male appearance. For the love of everything holy, tell me you have a vagina and not a penis."