Control Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Men were like chocolates to me. It was fun to pick them out, try new flavors, and enjoy plenty of them while the novelty lasted, but after a while, they were all the same—same patterns, same lies, same games. The first rule of relationships was to stay in control. As long as the woman was in charge and prepared for anything, she would be fine.

Controlled. Just like me.

You don't know how it feels to have guys lusting over what they can't have. HippieGirl: Of course, I do. But think about the control you can exert over someone who's had his dick where it doesn't belong. I once fucked a married guy who ended up doing whatever I wanted, just so I'd keep our little tryst quiet. I orchestrated his sex life from then on. I told him when and how often he could fuck and with whom. I controlled what he did with his wife in bed. I even made him fuck his wife with me hidden in the closet, watching. Is that control?

Will snapped at him, also being rude. Kayler laughed sarcastically. "You said it yourself, ex-girlfriend. She's my girlfriend now, and I don't want you anywhere near her. And I don't want you touching her." he spat. "Hey," I positioned myself next to him. I've never liked being controlled, let alone being told who can and can't touch me. The cafeteria had fallen silent, everyone was watching to see if a fight would break out. Obviously I wasn't going to allow it. "Since when do you let yourself be controlled, Carolina?" Will turned to me.

"He wants you! He wants my mate! And you're defending him!" "He's my friend!" "He's in love with you!" "So what?!" The words burst out before I could stop them. "So what if he has feelings?! I can't control that! I can't control any of this!" "But you can control how you respond to it! You can control how much time you spend with him! You can control whether you let him touch you!" Dominic's voice was shaking. "But you don't! You let him get close! You let him comfort you! You let him be there for you in ways that should be reserved for me!"

"Max, I can't do this anymore," she pleaded as her voice trembled with emotion. "You're too controlling, too possessive. I need space." Klein's face twisted with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "How can you say that? I just want what's best for us," he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You're mine, and I can't let you go!" His girlfriend took a step back and fear flickering in her eyes. "See, this is what I mean," she said, her voice shaking. "You're scaring me, Max. I can't stay with someone who makes me feel like this."

“I can’t do this to her. I won’t do this to her. You shouldn’t want it, either. She’s your girlfriend, after all.” He pressed his lips into a thin line as he nodded. “She is, and she knows how stuff like this turns me on.” He shrugged. “It wouldn’t surprise her. Hell, she’d probably tell me what to do to you next. She has a twisted little mind at times.” He turned his lips up into a salacious grin. “Of course, you’re too uptight for stuff like that, right? Always wanting to be in control, the one in charge. You’re afraid of letting go and allowing someone else call the shots.” He shrugged again. “Face it, it’s just too much for you.”

I put a strand of her hair behind her ear gently. I hold her face more sternly now looking at her in all seriousness. "Maria, don't ever think you are not my equal, you are, in every situation, you have the right to tell me and deny me. The only place where I like and will never give away control is during sex. It's off-limits for me. Please don't take the wrong notion of it." I would never think of her not as equal to me, I just need control in sex. "Ok, I am sorry. I won't do that again." Her voice was soft and caring, even though there was nothing to be sorry about she apologised.

“Because she will help you understand something. I'm not yours to make fun of. Don't think I don't notice the way you try to control me. I was the one who made that game.” My mouth fell open in surprise. What the hell is he talking about? "Control? I don't…” “I do!” he whispered lowly. “Minutes ago you were pressing against me, trying to…I don't know. Minutes later, she told me - told me, don't touch her." I'd love to say you're acting weird. How can I be the one to control you when you are clearly the master of my destiny? “Eric, I…” “Stop. Just watch,” he said.

Even in the boardroom, even during high-level meetings, her image would surface: her smile, the curve of her neck, the tilt of her head when she was proud of herself… I had to keep my distance. I had to. In two years, my girlfriend would be back. I couldn’t allow myself to become emotionally attached to anyone else. I had made that choice. I had set that rule for myself. But rules didn’t matter when she was around. Rules meant nothing when she brushed past me, laughed at something I said, or looked at me like she knew I was hiding more than I let on. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to center myself. Control. You have to control it, Lance.