Woman Dominating Man Novels & Stories

“None of my blood will be weak…” "Darling…" A sultry voice called from the door making the dreadful looking man pause his action. His hand hung midair before being taken down, as he turned towards the door, leaving enough space for Dominik to see the middle aged woman lingering by the opened door. She had a figure like an hourglass, her green eyes were smoky and when she sashayed closer, Dominik cringed from her stare. It felt like he was looking into the eyes of a snake.

I am shocked, staring at them. "I don't know; a lot of the time we switch partners. Some don't, but some do. Look around, Lisa; people want to be here. They are not forced. "Now and again we get accidents where a husband and wife are booked on the same day." Nodding, we walked forward, my eyes glancing in the room. Stopping, I watched a woman on the floor, men surrounding her, a lot of men. She is the only woman in this room; she's smiling, blindfolded and has a collar on. The men are playing with her; one man is sat watching. I didn't realise I had been standing for so long.

The room trembled again, more violently this time, as if the very foundation of the world was breaking apart. I staggered, my vision blurring as the power swirling around us grew stronger. The woman’s presence seemed to anchor the chaos, her calm demeanor in stark contrast to the destructive forces she had unleashed. Dominic's hand was still firmly gripping mine, pulling me toward him, his eyes full of determination. "We need to leave now," he urged, his voice low but forceful.

Her back was against the man's big palm, and he pushed her to the bathroom. If you can't talk, try not to talk, in case you get angry with her. Now he understood. Although this woman was mute, she had a lot of ideas. It would be worse to talk to her. Jessica also understood that no matter how bad her relationship with Blake was, he had absolute dominance over her. The bathroom door opened, and the man came in barefoot. The foggy water vapor covered the two figures. With the sound of the water splashing, Jessica only felt that her strength was about to be sucked out, and she was powerless to withstand the man's overbearing attack.

They lean close to their subs, whispering commands, trailing fingers over shoulders or down arms with a control that sends chills down my spine. Across the room, a few men are handcuffed to the arms of their chairs, their wrists adorned with sleek leather cuffs. They sit, almost reverent, their heads bowed slightly as their Dominants hover over them, their words inaudible but their intentions clear. One woman in a corset, tall heels, and a gleaming silver mask stands before her sub, her hands on her hips, her gaze steady and critical. Her voice is a firm murmur, her words sharp enough to make him flush under his mask as she sneers, a faint smirk lifting her lips.

My eyes then trailed down the vibrator tapped on her clit and a few small ones in her pussy and ass. No wonder she looks like she is in heaven, I thought to myself, averting my eyes to the next tent where a man was, again, tied up, getting fucked in the ass, a urethra plug in his urethra, and a woman riding his face. The woman has a flogger in her hand, which she constantly rained on the man's chest. The man who was fucking the other man had his hands cuffed behind him and a collar around his neck, which the woman has control over. It was refreshing to such bulky men getting tamed by a woman more than half their size. It made me wonder about the nature of their relationship. Is she always in

"Because you're not listening to me. If something bad happened to Miss Cathy and she lived, do you think we'd still be alive today? Miss Luna. Think about Mister Caisen too! If he finds out about this, we'll surely die with difficulty!" The woman snorted, "You're scared! Are you really an alpha?" "Because you're a beta! You have no idea how powerful the pheromones of dominant alphas are on us!" "I don't care about you guys. I'll make sure to tell Miss Luna!" The woman left with a bang, and then a man was left behind. The man took a deep breath and firmly closed his eyes. "As time goes on, I find it more difficult to handle that woman's behavior. Why was she given to me to be my partner? She

the woman pants afterwards, huffing for air after that steamy moment. “You quite enjoyed it, now I am reconsidering if it’s still a punishment for you,” the man chuckled once more. Whenever he is with the woman, he transforms into another person, a gentler and cheerful one, anyone who would see will be flabbergasted. Rumors circulating about his attitude, after all, weren’t the best ones. “Pff, as if I enjoyed it!” Andromeda denied with all her heart, albeit, her reddened and flushed cheeks said otherwise. She punched the man’s arm lightly, for sure, it didn’t even hurt an ounce.

It was there that my eyes met a woman fighting off several men who were trying to assault her. The sight was stunning, and my focus was transfixed on the woman's strength and resilience. Despite being outnumbered, she defended herself with remarkable prowess, repelling each assault with a ferocity that was both admirable and awe-inspiring. Her movements were swift and fluid, evincing a level of skill that betrayed a significant amount of training.

“And we can’t afford to fuck up more. We’re already one twin short.” “Get your goons out. She can take photos. I don’t need them to watch,” the lady sneers. “I’m waiting in the van. The men will wait outside. Call them when you’re done.” The man leaves and motions for the other guys to follow him. Which they do. Leaving us with the woman. She kneels next to Damion and brushes her hand over his swollen manhood. He doesn’t even respond, even though the man is as stiff as a ripe cucumber. But that’s not the point. Our penises are both spoken for.