Women Who Dominate Men Novels & Stories

' ✾ They say women were born competitive. Some might suggest that men are more prone to competing than women but deep down, we all know the truth. Men have their guns and arms to solve a fight, they have violent means to figure out the winner. Women have a different way to settle things. Done are the days where we only battle physical attributes, of who is prettier, of who is softer. Now, women fight for things like prestige, power, and dominance. I understood there was a time many years ago where women often shied away from competition because what would they get from it? Attention from men? Will that feed anyone?

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.

That way, if he does suspect me, it won’t be for long. A good fuck makes you forget your troubles, or so I’ve been told. The problem being a strong woman is that you need a stronger man in the bedroom, one that will take charge, to dominate you to give you exactly what you need. No vanilla sex. I need to be spanked, choked, dominated.

Sasha smiles, now she no longer needs to fear, she knows how to defend herself and besides, she has the dominance of a genuine one; and without a second thought, she exerts such brutality on the females around her, they all fall to their knees, except for her mother, who only stares at her. Learning to control her dominance was the most difficult part of training with Mary, it was necessary even for Occisor's help; that for the first time her mate fell into her dominance. Selene once again showed that she is in charge. For the first time in history, a female is stronger than her mate. The genuine betas cannot bear to see their companions suffering under the pressure of Sasha's domination and

“No. No way. Men, especially men like Thomas, don’t want a woman like me.” “What do you mean by men like him and women like you?” I asked, genuinely confused. “He’s dominant, strong. A soldier. I am also all of those things. One of the strongest in this pack, and if I have it my way, one day, I will be the strongest. Men don’t want a woman who is stronger than them. A woman that doesn’t need their protection. They want delicate, pretty, sweet women that can be mothering for them and their future children.”

“Women talk. Some men don’t because it gives them a feeling of dominance, others because they enjoy hurting, and some just want to make sure the blood stain is big so they can impress…” Surprise filled me at her words. She sounded less like a girl then. “I don’t need to show my dominance by hurting you during sex. I’m Underboss, I rule over people on a daily basis. And while I enjoy hurting when it’s called for, I don’t enjoy hurting women or children. As for the last reason, maybe some men think a big blood stain makes the audience believe they know how to please their wives, when in truth it only shows that they have no clue how to.” Ayla laughed. Then her smile became teasing. “Do you?”

I know what she’s talking about. It’s no secret that our shifter society is largely patriarchal. The overwhelming belief is that men are the leaders and no one can do it better. Women are seen as weak and in need of constant protection. Some packs don’t allow women warriors or women in any leadership position. That’s never been our pack’s philosophy. I never even thought that was good practice.

They'd probably had their moments as well upon entrance, yet somehow mine seemed to stir more bitterness than admiration. Women were too complex to understand sometimes, especially with the growing need to outshine each other and garner maximum male attention. "I wouldn't want you to be like any of them," Dominic told me as activities resumed in the hall, couples partnering up for the first dance. "That way, you wouldn't be mine." "I want to feel it," I opened up to him sincerely as we laced our fingers and I placed my other hand on his shoulder while his free hand settled on my back. "The feeling of being yours."

She says it as though she owns me rather than a question. Now, that’s where she’s wrong. I hate women staking claim over me because I’m a Pakhan. Countless times, women have fought themselves because they want to be regarded as mine but unfortunately, they end up either getting killed or if the person is lucky she might escape on time. No one dominates me. I dominate others. I fuck whichever pussy I choose to fuck and no one can stop me. My cock jerks when the girl’s fingers dart around my dick ring. Yes, I put it there because women love that medley of sharp, fast thrust with the coolness of the metal.

I needed to know that she had not compromised Dyelin and made away with our state secrets. "Women find me attractive and appealing, and Dyelin is a woman. I carry a certain grace." She moved her feet wrapped against my member up and down. "How so?" I was still confused. "Well, females usually want to please me and be in my good graces." She bragged. "I am not sure that would work on Dyelin." I dared her and she smiled. "Well, there are two kinds of people in the world, the dominant and the submissive. Knowing your place on this spectrum decides what you get out of life. While I am what I am, I am quick to discern what others are." She explained and I was impressed.