Wanita Dominan Novels & Stories

Not that I think with him it will be needed, although I’m sure it will be even more mind-blowing in this new position for us. Alexi has never instigated me on top any of the times we had sex and it’s not a coincidence. I was in the game long enough to know that dominants like him, with a penchant for bondage and humiliating women, never allow a woman to take control of sex at all. Never do they let her get on top and give her any sort of power in the games. It’s a dominance thing, all about control and teaching their sub where their place is. 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.

Widya retorted. Sonia became big-headed because she was defended by Widya. With Widya's help she would be able to defeat Monica more easily. All this time Widya had always adhered to the ancient teaching that women were in the power of men, she didn't want Anton to be under his wife's control. "But Tante, Sonia doesn't want Anton to keep fighting with his wife because of me," Sonia said. "Monica must be able to distinguish between work and personal matters. Don't generalize," Widya replied.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

“What is it, Regan?” Ravelina waited for her man, who wanted to say something to her. “Don’t you want power as Mrs. Dominic?” Regan asked his wife that question. For some reason, Regan himself wanted to test Ravelina’s love now. “Why are you asking that?” Ravelina threw the question back at him. Regan put down his spoon, folded his hands, and turned toward his wife. “Many women deliberately throw themselves at me, once they know I’m the leader of the Dominic Group.”

"So, you're staking a claim on the little woman..." "I don't need to stake a claim," I pointed out. "I just need it to be understood that she's off-limits to everyone in this city. Nobody approaches her without going through my filter first." "All right, cowboy, but my question is... why such dominance? No man will think of anything beyond her for the simple reason that she's your wife," he explained plainly. "I couldn't care less," I said, "One wrong move, and you already have the order."

Cross-referenced timelines appeared across the screens. Faces recurring. Dates overlapping. Women disappearing from public proximity immediately after Laura reappeared in Dominic’s life. “He built his image on consistency,” Emma said. “Loyal husband. Controlled man. Public stability.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “And consistency is the easiest thing to destroy.” Rowan folded his arms. “You’re building this on women who may never cooperate.” Emma turned toward him fully this time. “No. I’m building this on women who were manipulated into silence.” That landed harder than she intended.

“You’re the one Damian wouldn’t speak of…” “I’m the one he forgot to warn you about.” Lydia arched a brow. “You want your crown back?” “No,” the woman purred. “I want to see if you can keep it.” The woman snapped her fingers. Two men emerged from the shadows. Muscled. Masked. Hard. “This isn’t seduction anymore, Lydia,” she whispered. “It’s dominance. Show me how far you’ll go to keep control.” Lydia didn’t blink. She walked to the center of the room. Let the robe fall. Stood naked and fierce.

different. It wasn’t just that he listened to her. That, in itself, was disturbing enough. No, it was the way he deferred to her. The way he allowed her presence beside him, allowed her touch without reprimand. It was unnatural. Alphas ruled. Omegas obeyed. That was the way of things.

She was unzipping his pants, and he could only moan in slow, deep longing. And he knew: he was hers. She had him, a fly in a web happily rolled in dangerous silk. Domination. That was her game. She and Kade were so alike… and so fucking good at what they did. “Tell me to get off, if you want me to…” Christina murmured in his ear. “Just tell me.” He shouldn’t do this. He knew he shouldn’t. This was so wrong, this woman who had killed his friend’s parents. Beyond betrayal. Beyond stupidity.