Novel & Cerita Control Girlfriend

I am done being bossed around, pushed and trampled on by this arsehole. ‘’Since when has disobeying me ever been in your best interests?’’ Low tone, I’m in the danger zone. I really am sick of this little control method nowadays, so instead of sinking back like I normally would I flash my own little fierce at him. ‘’Is this because other men dared to touch me?’‘ I flash at him, tossing back my hair over my shoulder with a manicured talon. So fucking transparent it’s unreal. I honestly think I should book him a shrink appointment myself; this control thing he has going on was maybe sexy in the early days of meeting him, but when it’s rammed down your throat at every turn and his tight leash o

"I just finished talking with them before I came in here. I knew they'd want to make sure that I was good with everything. I assured them that I was, but I also told them that even though you're my fucking girlfriend, I don't control your sexual activities." She smiled over at him. "I explained that you and I like to push each other," he continued. "Like we were, and that one of the things that I enjoy most is when you get slutty. I told them that in the future, they were welcome to do what they want with you if you're up for it, but that you're the one that gets the final say." "Wow," she said, smiling at him. "Are you sure?" "Most definitely," he assured her. "I told you, I love when you s

From there, I used her infidelity to my advantage. Whenever I feel Phyllis is trying to get out of line, I will throw up her affair in her face, and she will do whatever I tell her, too. It was my way of taming her, I needed her to obey my demands. I know it made it seem cruel because our kind always considers our mates equal. Here I consider Phyllis more of my pet than anything. I always want to be in control of our relationship.

Nicole scoffed, “Please. I’ve seen the way Noah looks at you. Guys would totally buy your bathwater if you sold it.” Jake face-palmed and said, “Gross!” Noah shrugged, smirking at me, saying, “I mean, Nicole does have a point. My girlfriend is incredibly hot.” I blushed awkwardly, hiding my face in my hands while Noah rushed to plant a kiss on my forehead so he could turn back to the road. “But guys…” “If you actually want to come out on top, you have to learn to control the narrative,” Noah said from beside me, his voice calm and measured while he traced faint patterns on my thigh.

"It’s not like thαt." "Then how is it?! Mαke me understαnd! ‘Cause I must be missing something! How do you go from tossing me αside to now trying to ruin my whole life? You got me FIRED, you scαred off my boyfriend, you mαde sure no one will hire me or rent to me. You wαnt to own me, control me, like I’m some fucking thing on your shelf!" His jaw tensed. "I'm not trying to control you."

“It didn’t start the way you think. It wasn’t planned. It was… gravity. Dangerous. Yes. But controlled.” “Controlled?” Lily laughed, sharp and humorless. “You seduced my boyfriend and you’re calling it controlled?” “I didn’t seduce him.” “Then what, he just tripped and fell into your bed?” Damian’s jaw tightened. “I gave him a choice. More than once. He came to me. He wanted—” “I don’t want to hear what he wanted,” she snapped, then lowered her voice, aware of how loud it had gotten, aware of the neighbors, the thin walls. “I don’t want to picture it.”

Leaving them there, I guided Carlisle back to the driver’s seat. Once he was inside, Axle rushed over and took my wrist. “Reigna, you’re joking, right?” Angrily, I pushed him away after pulling my wrist from him. “He knows what a woman wants, Axle.” I smiled. “He was…the man who can make me say ‘please’. And I just became his girlfriend today...can you tell how much influence he has on me?” I added, smirking at the sight of him looking like I betrayed him.

I had to tread lightly here. People believe men like me are control freaks, maybe. We aren't abusive. My last sub met a man at my gym. She came to me to tell me she was interested in him. I gave her my blessing and have since contributed to her wedding and honeymoon. I dont need to control who they are. I have certain rules, yes, but they are rules to keep them healthy. To make sure they get what they need. I have normal dom rules as well. They are always in control. They accept the rules they are willing to abide by. They give me a word that stops me in my tracks. They are taken care of completely. Every need, and for a while they take care of me. I dont need them to love me. I don't love a

"You missed watching me while I work out. Don't pretend like I haven't noticed. Not that I mind. It's flattering, the way you look at me. I've never felt seen before." "I can't help myself." "You have very bad self-control, it's true." She cocks her head. "Only when it comes to you. In everything else, I'm in charge." "So you think, anyway." She leans closer. "You think you're so in control, but here you are anyway. What's the end game, Scar? You kiss me? You fuck me? Lift me up on the counter, spread my legs, lick my pussy until I scream? I'll let you do it. You know I will. But what about after?"

"I think we need to have actual...um...sex...you know...you actually inside of me." "Are you sure?" "Yes, but here's how it's gotta be. Rule 1: you always have a condom on. Rule 2: I control all the action. I'm doing this to learn the moves, not to get fucked. Your role in this is passive only. Rule 3: no orgasms for me. I'm still saving those for Liam. So keep your hands to yourself and don't try to do anything to get me off. Let me do all the work. Do we have a deal?"