Romance Novels With Dominant Females Novels & Stories

They listened excitedly as the women talked about how he liked to dominate a woman, it seemed that they had to do whatever it was he wanted or he would ‘punish’ them. ‘What do they mean by him punishing them?’ Trina whispered innocently and Jess blushed as she tried to explain, ‘He’s probably one of those BDSM Dominants, you know like that Christian Grey in Fifty Shades, seems since those films were released guys think they should all act like him. If you listen to the way these women are talking they all seem to want him to do it to them so you can understand why guys act like that..’ Jess explained and was surprised by her younger friend's reply,

We came here because the emptiness was starting to rot us from within. Not seeing her face would’ve made it easier to pretend. Easier to lie to ourselves. Easier to believe we weren’t cheating on the only woman who had ever made us feel hope. I didn’t waste time. I thrust into her in one single, brutal motion. She was already wet, filled with the seed of Pavel, Alexei, and Leon. Her gasp was sharp, her moan ragged and instinctive. Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word.

And she was raising the bar for anyone else he might consider bringing around his little princess. Nova hadn’t just awoken a long-dormant desire in Dominic’s wolf. She was making it damn hard to want anyone else but her.

Sex was magical, but love is a farce. Since I couldn’t love any woman, I have mastered the act of possession and dominance. Any woman I take must be dominated by me. During sex, I always took the lead. Rarely many women had the capacity to handle what I could give, and it always gave me an edge over them. As for me, women were built to be conquered and domineered. The shock on her face wasn’t what I had obviously expected. Every woman I have been with before now always woke up with an intense craving for more. They always wanted more because they couldn’t get enough of me, and that was how I liked it.

His voice dips slowly, “because no one hurts my woman and gets away with it.” The words hang in the air between us, my heart racing in response, I blink, unsure if I’d heard him right. “Your...woman?” I repeat, my voice a whisper. He doesn’t flinch, his gaze holding me with an intensity that has my legs going weak. “Yes, Arya. My woman and I won’t stand by and watch any one hurt you- past or present.” Is this why those female characters in those romance novels fall so hard? Because of the way the male characters talk to them? Because damn, it’s working.

But she still hadn't fully accepted the Royal part of the whole situation because to her, it was not an easy subject to grasp. Valentina's definition of dominance translated that he wanted complete control over her which was crazy because she had never given that much control of herself over to anyone. That would mean that she had a negative connotation to the word, dominance. "No, I am biased to the word. I give a negative connotation to it," she said with confidence. "I can't blame you if you do, Valentina. And that is because it has always been explained as bad," Alexander said with an unreadable expression.

A violation of her feminist sensibilities. Not that Ben disagreed some dominant/submissive relationships were borderline degrading. It bothered him that some women’s foray into the scene only showed the worst side. Not the best side, like Layla and Murphy, who’d been together for years. Their devotion to each other’s needs was undeniable. Ben wasn’t looking for a lifestyle sub, but a woman who understood this wasn’t a phase with him. He was a dominant to the core and always would be. He couldn’t be with a woman who wouldn’t accept that side of him—no matter where they met.

"That's a good girl. My good girl." So damn turned on it wasn't even funny, Dominic ravished that carnal mouth, drinking her in. Having this strong alpha female submit to him like that sent a ravenous hunger like nothing he had ever known before blasting through his system. And not just any strong female, but Natalie. ***

My breasts bounced wildly against the island as he used me. Alexander suddenly pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the island again. He hooked my legs over his arms, spreading me wide, and drove back inside me in one brutal stroke. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered. I forced my eyes open, staring into his dark, possessive gaze as he railed me. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the room. “You’re mine now, Scarlett,” he groaned, fucking me even harder. “This pussy belongs to me. These tits. This tight little hole. Everything.”

On the screen, my male lead is currently pinning a woman against a wall. Of course he is. He always is! Even my characters get more action than me! Who would even believe Alessia Bellandi famous author is a twenty four year old virgin who writes dark erotica romance. With the way my characters and MMC’s are all Dominant, Controlling men who take, fuck and claim as cruelly as their mind works you would think have got some wild experiences under my belt. Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads..