Novel & Cerita Control Girlfriend

“I’m reminding you that we’re partners. Trust goes both ways. If you can’t tell me what’s going on, then what are we even doing?” For a long moment, he said nothing. Just looked at me. I could almost see the struggle in his eyes, control versus care, dominance versus love. Finally, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t like being questioned,” he muttered. “Only if I’m your employee or your property,” I shot back, voice trembling but steady. “But I’m not. I’m your girlfriend. Or did you forget that already?”

Take Care of His Stomach: Apart from romantic sex and submission, any woman that controls the stomach of a man can control his pocket, his heart or mind, and most times, his manhood. As a woman, make sure you are in charge of what your husband eats and if possible, what he drinks. Even if you have a chef, let him or her cook the food, but do your best to do the dishing and the serving of your husband's meals. Do your best to ensure that your husband does not eat outside. Above others, ensure he does not have a regular restaurant where he eats and drinks. If you can achieve this, you will stop him from so many male and female bad influences that can turn him against you. When you control your

I don't want her to enjoy this , I need to let her know I'm in control. I kissed her neck,up to her ear lobes and gently brushed my lips against hers,her body responding to my touch slowly while I held her nipples in my mouth. I looked up to see the expression on her face. She still has the smirk,she looked like she was in control. I couldn't bear it any longer. I left her on the table and went back outside. She came back to the balcony with her bare chest and skirt sat on my legs and began kissing me again.

Aria Smirking, I trail my fingers down his abs to the bulge in his pants. He stiffens immediately, letting out a low growl. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Proving I’m in control now,” I purr, giving his hard cock a slow rub. He arches his back, his grip tightening on my waist. “Fuck, Aria, you’re playing a dangerous game,” he grits out. “I like dangerous games,” I tease, pressing my body even closer.

Power. That’s right. That’s what I felt when Vince finally asked me to be his girlfriend, officially. Not that I have grown to like him. That won't happen. I swear it’s nothing like that. It’s the feeling of control over him and his head that makes me giddy with excitement. I'm one step closer to my goal. Now, all I need to do is worm my way around his life and wrap him around my fingers. I want him to become my marionette—a puppet I could control.

What's that even supposed to mean? “I mean, from what I observed about you, you're too fierce and always want to be in control when banging with your partner, hence leaving your viewers with little to no urge” I mentally rolled my eyeballs. You think you know me simply because we had a one - nightstand, but I think he's right though -I love being in control. “Many viewers don't like when the females are being in control in bed, it's a turn-off for them” his eyes trailed down my body lustfully. “But it's a great turn on for me” he winked at me, which I scoffed at.

"I mean, from what I observed about you, you're too fierce and always wanna be in control when banging with your partner, hence leaving your viewers with little to no urge." I mentally rolled my eyeballs. You think you know me simply because we had a one nightstand, but I think he's right though -I love being in control. "Many viewers don't like when the females are being in control in bed, it's a turn off for them," his eyes trailed down my body lustfully. "But it's a great turn on for me," he winked at me which I scoffed at. Get on with the class already -I almost screamed at him, but managed to keep my cool.

It was fucked up, and I'd given up on questioning it for a long time. Control. That was the name of my game. Always had been. Even with sex. I had to be in charge of everything. By controlling my partner's pleasure, I felt in control of my own life, as crazy as it sounded. I'd never questioned this before, and always assumed that it was just the way I was born. Who cared? If anything, my travels around the world assured me that there were a lot of people like me. But this situation with Alice Rhodes...it was the most humbling experience of my life.

I pressed my hands against his chest, not to push him away, but because I needed something solid to hold onto while the world spun out of control. “What if I lose her,” I whispered in the dark. “You won’t,” he said. “Stop saying that,” I snapped, my frustration finally cracking. “Stop promising things you can’t control It’s driving me insane!” He caught my wrists, his grip firm and grounding. “Then listen to what I can control,” he growled, forcing me to look at him. His voice dropped lower. “Then listen to what I can control.” I looked up at him. “I can control how I show up,” he said firmly. “I can control how careful I am. I can control how disciplined the club stays. I can control not gi

Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. "Well, I'm not letting you pull any stunts like last time," I said firmly, leaning over to glare at him through the open window. "You clearly can't control yourself around me." One of Jason's eyebrows quirked up in amusement. "Oh? And who told you I can't control myself?" I crossed my arms defiantly. "I just know, okay? When a guy loves a girl, he loses all control. It's, like, a fact." Jason opened his door and slid out of the car. Before I could back away, he grabbed my hand and tugged me around to the front.