Make Me Beg Novels & Stories

I simply looked at him with half-lidded eyes, trying my best to look seductive. “I said, get me pregnant. Do I really have to repeat myself?” I said confidently. “Don’t worry—you won’t have to take responsibility. I just want you to make me pregnant. You look good, and I think your genes would make beautiful children.” I pouted slightly, trying to look cute. “I really need to have a child already, and I need your help. Please… I’m begging you.” I slowly stepped closer to him, but he kept backing away, his face filled with disbelief.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

I didn’t know if I should be mad at him for pulling away just seconds before I could have my third orgasm for the day or just let him do what he wanted. “Beg me, baby.” The fucking bastard. He’s denying me my release because of this? “Adriano…. Fuck!” His thumb rubbed circles around my clit, throwing me over the edge again. “Say the words I want to hear, Alexandra. Beg. Me.” Right now I knew I wouldn’t be able to win this anymore. It was either I beg or I wasn't going to get my pleasure. “Please…” “You can do better than that, baby. Say it.”

"Make you beg for it, scream my name like I am your lifeline." My legs are shaking, but I hold my head high, determined not to back down. "You won't break me," I whisper, my voice quivering, revealing my vulnerability. His smirk is maddening. In one swift motion, he lifts me and presses me against the icy wall. The warmth of his body envelops me, leaving me feeling completely trapped. "I don’t need to break you, Bambina," he whispers in my ear. "I’m going to make you beg for me. Beg for every part of me to be inside you." His lips crash onto mine, fierce and demanding, giving me no chance to resist.

“You’re hurting me. Please, Julian.” His smirk deepened as the realization dawned on him. “Don’t tell me you want this to be real?” He said and she shut her eyes before looking away. She knew it was pathetic to still want him like this…but she couldn’t stop herself. He scoffed. “You want me to love you…how pathetic.” ‘Now is the time. You must tell him now.’ A voice screamed in her head. ‘If he knows about the child, he might change his mind.’

But his voice stopped my in my tracks, as it always seemed to do. "I know you don't want me, Ally, and I don't know what to do about it." He was defeated, a feeling so foreign to the powerful CEO. "Make me," I replied before my brain could process what was coming out of my mouth. "What?" He hesitantly met my gaze, seemingly just as confused as I was. "Make me want you, Tyler," I continued. "Make me need you."

A bowl of instant noodles, all by myself. Now, I'm the one who put my own parents and sister behind bars. I don't need their love anymore. All I have to do is stand here, and thousands will bow. A light breeze blew past. I took a deep breath of the fresh air, and the last shadow that had clung to my heart for years finally, in that one moment, scattered on the wind.

"I want you to make me beg for you to make it all go away. I want you to make me beg for you to start all over again. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me again. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me harder. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me deeper." "I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me faster. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me slower. I want you to make me beg for you to fuck me until I scream.

I faintly whispered, then trembled as I looked at the blood I had lost. Crying, I gathered those in front of me even though I'm weak; I'm like a madman bathing in the blood and flesh of my baby. Begging it is not too late. Wishing it was just a nightmare "My baby..." Some time passed, and no help came. No one came back. I just emotionlessly leaned against the door while hugging my own robe full of dried blood that I lost. I looked at myself again and then stared into nothingness. I clenched my palms while still hugging my robe tightly. "I will make sure you all kneel before me..."

I lowered my gaze, bracing myself for his inevitable lecture about my greed and inappropriate behavior. But instead, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl: "Take it off. Now."