Control Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Whether you like it or not, the mate bond still works on you. Watching me with another woman is going to tear you apart.” Defiant, I hissed, “I promise you, I won't care.” Some of his amusement faded and something hard flickered underneath. “We’ll see.” He walked toward me slowly, and even though I had nowhere to go, my body instinctively tried to recoil. His hand lifted, fingers brushing the beads at my neck. “You forget I control this,” he murmured, tracing them. “I control your desire, Ana. I can control YOU.” Revulsion shot through me so violently I turned my face away, sensing that he was going to put his creepy mouth on me again but—

I need someone to agree with me, because every time Kalani looks at me like I hurt her, the certainty behind my rules starts slipping. Control is the only thing that will work. Control the mate bond. Control Echo. Control her fate.

“Girl, no wonder he won’t even say he loves you. You’ve handed over all the power.” I scrunched my face. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” she said, climbing onto the bed, “you’ve got to assert your dominance in the bedroom. You’ve got to hold him by the balls. Figuratively, of course. You’ve got to show him who runs the show. Men think with their dicks, Kira. If you want control, that’s where you take it.” I stared, unsure whether to be horrified or impressed. “Step one,” she declared. “I’m gonna teach you how to blow his mind. How to call the shots. How to run his life if you want. You ready?”

“So, I may have ordered you a card, big deal. Nothing says you have to use it.” “Mack! Don’t become one of those controlling, obsessive boyfriends!” I groaned, grabbing the roll of paper towel and making my way back to the kitchen. He followed me, hot on my heels. “I’m not controlling, I just want to take care of you, and that means financially too. Besides, you agreed to loving me knowing how obsessed I am with you,” he added. Putting the cleaning supplies away, I turned back to him and set my hands on my hips. “It’s one thing letting our coworkers know we’re together, it’s another thing if I show up with one of your Audi’s and a credit card attached to your name.”

Cara quizzed. "Go on." Vincent now pepped. "She controls his ability to control, like she's literally calling the shots on how much control he can display and for how long he can hold out before being with her. And when she gives the green light, he must then use his body to please her. If it's not pleasing for her, then it won't be as satisfactory for him. Hence, the penetrated, or the female, in most cases, is actually the one in control, hence the male counterpart is actually the submissive." Cara concluded with a soft shrug.

He would disintegrate him to the last atom. Fuck he is hot now. He immediately undid his pants and began jerking to her; her beautiful smile added a lot to his hornyness. He wanted to fist her hair in his arm, twisting it while he banged her on her fours. He nastily jerked off to another man’s girlfriend. But what can he do? She always made him lose control; she was the only one with that power over him; nobody does, and they never will. But it doesn’t matter; she will be his, just like his father promised. She will be his mistress or his secret wife, and her loser boyfriend will not be able to do anything about it. If he loved his life, he would return his Raven to him.

Who doesn’t speak to someone who works for them? [Anyway, girl. If he loves you, he'll make the time. I'm actually surprised you got married without my approval, and now you are saying sad things like ‘he is busy’? The girls say he is controlling; is that true? How can he be busy and controlling at the same time?] Yeah, he is busy controlling me. I can feel my blood pressure rise from the conversation alone. I briefly sigh and place my finger on the end call button. I can’t deal with her. I know she will call again, but for now I need my braincells on the stable hand.

He stood so fast that the chair screeched against the floor and made her cover her ears for a while. "So, I…" She tried to probe but his glare made her shut up. He dumped the cotton napkin onto the table in frustration. "I thought you were a good girl and hoped…" He trailed off. "If you want to let your dumb asshole that you call a 'boyfriend' control your life, that's up to you."

He revealed, making me think. What he said was actually true. Girls lowkey love it when they are controlled, although not to an extreme level, it's just that most of them want a man to be a man, and most good guys would agree to whatever their lady says just to please the said lady, but a bad guy, even if he will agree to her it would be on issues relating to other people, but issues relating to her, or their relationship, or even their intimate section, is controlled by the guy most times.

A mumble saying that it was true was heard. I snorted. "No need to exaggerate, I'm just his girlfriend not his wife." "All the same, it will only increase if you become his wife." If I didn't have good control over myself, I would have thrown this glass in Ronald's face because of my shock. It was utter nonsense, and I was utterly stupid as that image raced through my mind. "You don't have to. I'm not snobby." "You don't, but big boss will cut my throat if I just treat you like I always did." he said. "He's explained enough already, no matter what you think, and doesn't care that you're just his girlfriend."