Controlling Novels & Stories

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

It bothered me that all the dominant men in this pack passed around the submissives. " Leave us, " I said tapping my foot. " I'll be back Mr. Hart, " the submissive says touching his bulge. She walked away extra sassy making sure to shake her ass just to make Luke want more and I could tell , by his eyes, it was working. " So, what's up, man, " Luke asked shoving his hands into his pockets of his tailored suit. " I found this girl last night--" " Was it your mate? " Luke interuppts.

Isn't it? But this damn guy could… control… Damn!

Just let his fingers linger a second too long along the edge. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m about to show you.” My breath caught. There was no mistaking the intent in his voice. It wasn’t just disciplinary. It wasn’t just power. It was control. And God help me, I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight it. I could call security,” he murmured. “Or I could keep you exactly where I want you. Under me. Under control.” And just like that, my pulse betrayed me. I wasn’t sure if I was afraid of him... or addicted to the danger.

"Pain, pain, go away! Mommy, tell me who hurt you!" Even though William had taught him that boys should not cry at any little thing, Aiden's eyes reddened when he saw me hurt. My heart ached watching him. I patted his hand to soothe him. By then, William had come up beside us. He only had to stand there, and a powerful aura of dominance filled the room, making everyone feel like the air had been sucked out of their lungs. People instinctively cleared space around him. Feeling the weight of his gaze on my wound, my heart skipped a beat.

This controlling brute! Aghh!

I dial in her frequency and push the button. "You will have complete control over your orgasms. You will be able to maintain any level of arousal you want, controlling the wetness of your pussy and the firmness of your nipples. You will be able to orgasm as frequently as you wish, and have amazingly satisfying orgasms every time." As I start to turn off the transmitter, I remember to add something else. "You will remember all of the commands I just gave you." I turn it off.

To control. To power. To the beautiful but brutal cost of keeping the past buried.

Aera’s gaze snapped to him—not sharply, not defensively, but firmly. “That’s not how this works.” Rhyne didn’t back down. “Then explain how it does.” Aera held his gaze. “If I hesitate, it pauses. If I act, it follows.” A pause. “But it doesn’t disappear.” That was the part that mattered. Kael understood it immediately. “So stopping isn’t control.” Aera nodded. “No.” “It just delays it.” Rhyne exhaled slowly, frustration contained but present. “Then what does control look like?”

“Adjust how?” I stood, pacing slowly, each step deliberate. “I tighten my control. I force her hand. I manipulate the board so that no matter what moves she makes, she’s still in play. And I make sure Desmond can’t interfere.” Vincent watched me carefully. “You’re not thinking about consequences. You’re thinking about control.” “Control,” I said, voice low, sharp. “Control is all that matters. Influence. Power. Everyone else is secondary.” He nodded, though his expression betrayed worry. “And Sylvia?”