Female Domination Story Novels & Stories

Malik tells him, sighing. "Poor Leah," Clayton shakes his head, feeling sympathetic. "Poor Leah? Poor Dom!" Malik raises his voice, implicating. "He had to deal with a girl like Leah, and look what happened to her. Because of her greed for attention from Dom, she turned to this fictional Hollywood creature that our parents told to scare us. This is why I don't deal with women, especially ones in our pack."

I mumble recalling the many times random men would walk in the building, take one look at me and think I was some easy target for them, until I opened my mouth and showcased to them how much of my father's daughter, I was. “You have?” Dominic growls lowly watching me with a deep scowl of anger and possessiveness, his hand taking the armrest of my chair and pulling it closer to his slightly, while I just nodded my head beginning to sort the papers into categories to make signing them easier. “I worked in a male dominated workplace, many men assumed I was all looks and no brain and thought it was their right as a man for me to spend the night with them, all until I showed to them why I worked

He had crossed the line, mate or not, I won’t take that shit. “I know you, Maddie; you feed from the power, and you must have been disappointed when you discovered I was your mate; that was why you got another room and why you have been hiding from me. It has been in the law that the female would have to move to the male’s pack, but you have refused to do so because your ego wouldn’t allow it.”

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

"I've already got the story to tell you starting from him, it would've been so cool if you'd said to start with him." "Oh, Flavian!" I laughed. "Go on, start with Domani." "Very well! Domani has a bunch of violence complaints against him, ex-girlfriends, prostitutes, lovers, hookups… basically, women who get involved with him end up suffering some kind of violence. But these complaints just get buried, either the Victim Advocacy Office doesn't follow through, claiming nothing was found in the investigations, or they simply shelve everything. The few that reached the courts were placed under seal, and as far as I could find out, none went anywhere; he managed to get the women to deny the assa

He called but I was swiftly off the bed. “Dominico, you might hate me, but you can’t hate my body and I will make sure it kills you. As for your philosophy and the others who think a woman cannot lead, I am here to prove to you all that I am powerful”. He sat on the bed naked and in shock, with his mouth agape as I walked out of the room.

“Please what? Please pretend that watching two men beat each other senseless over me was romantic? Please act grateful that you were willing to bleed for my attention?” “We were defending our honor,” Dominic said. “Whose honor? Because it certainly wasn’t mine.” I turned to face him directly. “You want to defend my honor? Respect my choices. Listen to my words. Treat me like an intelligent adult instead of a prize to be claimed.” The crowd was murmuring now, pack members debating my words in heated whispers. Some looked scandalized by my rejection of tradition. Others seemed intrigued by the idea of women making their own choices about relationships.

I looked around at the men, "But you have a lot of men here." "No, no, no, this is different. All countries except mine are dominated by male chauvinism. Men control money, power, and voice. They establish laws and morals based on the interests of men, and dictate how women should behave. But in my country, I defeated men and built a feminist home. I despise all stereotypes of women, and I want the women of my country to live their lives according to their own ideas." I tilted my head in confusion.

I heard the noise of the chair. " No, I mean... I'll explain. " I stared at the small cracks in the paint. " I always had problems with the hierarchy of the pack. It wasn't fair. And I still had no concept of dominance and stuff. And because I never showed or used it, everyone treated me like a submissive, since I was a female. " I grunted and James remained silent. " And on a specific day, I fought with a member of the pack that I thought was my friend. He had humiliated me in front of others and ended up challenging me. He must have thought it would be easy, fun to test his strength with me since he figured I was a submissive. But when I got pissed off and realized he was nothing but an ar

And can easily beat you by confusing you. Nana Anderson. The fourth daughter of her family was acting as if there were no rules and no authority. As well, she is beautiful. Her own skills and abilities are those of technology. If anything, she was an expert at doing what she loved most. She can hack into any computer's, create a virus on your system, and log out without anyone noticing that. When it came to communicating with people and technology, she was great. Not to talk of fighting. She wasn't the type to accept defeat easily, but she was very strong and determined. Natasha Frank. Nick named Sasha, a young, pretty girl who prefers to hide her female body shape from that boy (tom boy). S