Novel & Cerita Female Possession Fanfiction

“Look at you. My perfect 24/7 property. Housekeeper by paper, owned fucktoy in reality. How does it feel knowing this is your new identity?” Diana leaned into me. “It’s overwhelming, Sir. I feel so exposed… so used. But I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I love that I'm yours.” I kissed her deeply, then removed the chastity belt. I laid her on the couch and entered her slowly this time, savoring every inch. I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes while tugging on her collar. “Cum for me, pet. Show me who owns this body.”

And not enough. They took their time, whispering things in my ears, lips brushing my skin like silk, as if they had nowhere else to be but here, loving me. And as the fire crackled beside us, I realized something: This wasn’t just lust. This was possession. And I was utterly, deliciously theirs. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. Not with Alex’s mouth on my neck, licking and sucking until I whimpered. Not with Asher’s hands sliding up my thighs, parting them with confidence and care, like he owned me—like he always had.

***************************** DON POV I simply could not stop admiring my sexy girl, she’s so sexy, am obsessed with her, her bigger boobs drives me crazy, she definitely will never escape from me tonight! but seeing some of my billionaire friends flirting around her makes me jealous and too controlling, that possessive nature came to me. I stood up first to be the only one who will dance with her, and no other person because am gonna end up having sex with her in my bed this night and nothing can ever stop it.

Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (In pains) Writer's POV Shawna kept crying as Matthias touched her nipples, she felt worm crawling inside her body. She felt so so disgusted, something she never felt with Dillion. Maybe because he owns her. "Oh....my....you look so so sexy...gosh everything about you is lovely" Matthias drooled over Shawna. He took his mouth to her nipple and used his tongue to lick it. "Oh saviour" Shawna cried as tingling feelings clouded her.

SEX WITH MY husband is only great when I have his brother in my mind. Instead of my husband inside me, I picture his brother deep in me, how his rough, calloused would feel wrapped around my neck, the feeling of his naked body pressed against mine, the scandalous things he would whisper that would caress my skin like the finest of silks, the tantalizing positions we would be in as I reach somewhere where I've never been. What-

“There's no fucking way Rodrigo would marry a basic bitch. He's just using you to get the 09 fortune. I won't deny the fact that you are fucking hot, I guess I can have a little fun with you. My cousin will understand, we're family after all.” He smiled at me. I tried to push him away but he held my wrists. He pushed me and I fell into the flowers. Tears started to flow as my heart started to beat violently in my chest, not again. When will men stop using me as a sex object? He started unbuckling his belt as he stared hungrily at me. I screamed at the top of my lungs but he just laughed. He got on top of me and started to forcefully part my legs.

My toes curled against the pool tiles, my knees trembled, and my belly tightened once more, contracting and building tension. At this moment, I don’t care if anyone will see us. Maybe it’s a good display of possession. To mark one another of who owns who. That Sabina witch would definitely learn where she stands, and I can’t wait to see her reaction watching her dear fiancé eating another woman’s cunt. The thought of her enraged face fills me with satisfaction. I don’t know what urge Nikolai to propose to that woman, but one thing I am sure of. It wasn’t because of love.

The alpha tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you realize who that was?” He could care less. He attempted to kiss my neck. “Who cares?” I stepped away from him. “Who cares? What cares? That’s the frigging Senator.” “So? Aren’t you the mayor? It’s not like you are committing a crime. I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. This is consensual.”

“Fucking you so deep you’ll still be dripping when I’m done. So deep no one else will ever fit inside you again.” Her moan cracked, full of surrender. “It’s yours—my pussy’s yours—” He pulled her hair tight, arching her back, forcing her to feel every brutal thrust. Maximo’s thrusts grew rougher, more desperate—each one a reminder that this wasn’t about punishment anymore. It was about possession. About need. About him losing control inside her. About him owning her with every thrust. About him being unable to control what he felt for her again. She was his. Yes she was. And she would be his forever.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.