Novel & Cerita Woman Dominating Man

Diana “Who are you?” Dom is rigid beside me. I follow his gaze. It’s a girl. No, a woman. A human woman. I realize it the same moment Dom does, and I feel the shift in his body—the razor tension in his frame melting ever so slightly. But he doesn’t drop his guard. He stays vigilant.

He can literally crush me under his thumb but here I am challanging him by grabbing his collar. "Listen you___" "Okay, That's enough!" I heard deep, dominating voice with authority and power. "Get away from each other..." We both looked at the Man and lady standing in front of us. Mid age couple but extremely good looking. "Now!" The man looked at us demandingly. He is in black suit which is making him look like a Alpha male. Who is he? I looked at Dominick when he released his collar from my clutches and stepped back from me.

“So you stand together, then? That’s your line in the sand?” Domenik finally reached out, his hand settling at Eirwen’s shoulder—heavy, grounding, utterly possessive. Not comfort. Not protection. Claim. “No one gets to command her. Not you. Not anyone. She stands with me by choice, and that’s the last line you’ll ever need to see.” Widow’s mask slipped, just a little, something like jealousy or resentment flashing in her eyes. “The city doesn’t forgive women who stand too tall, or men who let them.”

he gripped her wrist, his hold a hot, tight ring, a shackle of bone and flesh holding her to his will. She slapped him, and he recoiled in shock. Her teeth bared in a snarl. “No. You don’t get to handle me like that,” she snarled. “You don’t get to threaten me, Raven. Would you speak to your mates, touch your mates that way? No. Just because I’m a woman, don’t think you can alpha your way into dominating me. I am the Domme in this relationship. F-k off.”

The guard from before only recovered when he was about to reach the next room that Xander had an inkling about the woman, however, he didn't know the door wasn't shut and his knock only pushed it open, only for him to see such a thought-provoking scene. So the woman is the active one among these two? The woman was lying on the man and he could 'see' the man kissing her neck as she released soft moans. "Baby... I want you now, yeah, I need you in me." She called out hoarsely. The guard could only helplessly apologize and leave. He didn't want this female werewolf to get angry for his constant interruption and tear him into pieces. Looking at the girl on top of him, Xander frowned.

But I knew I wasn’t leaving until I found out. A man and a woman walked to the bed in the middle of the club. The guy was shirtless, his chest smooth and firm under the low lights, and he wore simple black trousers that sat low on his hips. A thick black collar circled his neck, snug against his skin, and I could see the way it made him look owned. I thought he was the sub. The woman with him looked like his dominant. She was dressed in tight black leather that hugged her body like a second skin — a corset that pushed her breasts up and a short skirt that showed off long legs in high boots. She looked sexy in a way that made it hard to look away. They both did. The whole room seemed to lean

Women kissing, men dominating, and everyone lost in their highest pleasures. “Holy shit,” A gasp escaped my lips when I saw the first pair—a red-haired woman sucking on the blonde’s breast, while the brunette kissed the blonde passionately. Their bodies were bare except for the masks they wore. Before I could process what I was witnessing, I bumped into someone. “Step aside,” a voice snarled. I looked up into the eyes of a man whose cock was buried deep inside a woman, her mask barely covering her face was red and sweaty the rest of her body. He gripped her dark hair as he thrust into her. Each movement was punctuated by a harsh slap to her ass.

Or will I be able to…? Abruptly, the Dom stands, grabbing the woman by an arm and pushing her down onto the bed. He flips her onto all fours, pulling her ass up to display her pussy. Blondie says something, head-pointing at me, but the Dom snaps an obvious 'No'. Blondie turns to me, shrugs an apology across the room and then returns his attention to the woman. Damn! I could stay and watch the rest, but my pants are tight, and I want to do more than spectate. As I turn away, there's a curvy little redhead standing close, looking up at me.

I almost laugh out loud because all I can think is, ‘girl, you look like Spider-Man caught you mid-swing and decided to keep you as decor. Not very far from me, I noticed a woman dressed in dominatrix attire. Her hair was pulled up and she wore a red leather outfit l. She held a whip in her hand, snapping it against the leg of the man that sat next to her. He seemed to like it but I found that very cliché. “Excuse me, Miss.” I jump. A tall guy in a black shirt steps up – must’ve clocked the lost-puppy vibe from across the room. He holds out a sleek black mask. “For the floor rules.”

Who would’ve known…who would’ve thought my first actual contact with sex after so long would be this. With a woman. Who would’ve thought a woman’s fucking pretty mouth and tongue could do this to a person?! “Oh my God!!” I cried out, shaking now. Trembling. So close. So close to my release. “Oh what a view you are, precious.” The man held me back down. Squeezing my boobs, and chaining me down from the chest up. Hand on my throat. I shattered. Literally shattered. And only then, only then did she pull away. Breathless, and crazed looking. Happy. Lustful, and so very domineering.