Novel & Cerita Male Possession Story

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back to the flames... Obsession is the most dangerous muse. Tonight’s confession is about a brilliant but deeply disturbed artist who found his perfect living canvas online. What started as distant admiration became kidnapping, captivity, and the most intimate, twisted form of artistic possession. This one is dark, psychological, and intensely erotic. Here is the confession of “Stalker’s Muse.” --- **Story 13: Stalker’s Muse**

It was about the raw, primal pull of something valuable that someone else thought they owned. “I’m going to take her,” I said, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’m going to walk into Danta’s house, and I’m going to take what he believes is his. And I’m going to make him watch.” The obsession wasn’t with the girl. It was with the act of possession itself. The ultimate defiance of a man I despised. She was the physical manifestation of his failure, and I would claim her just as I had claimed the journal.

“Because I knew it was you I wanted—the moment I had you. And I didn’t want to wait months to have you all to myself. I couldn’t stand knowing another male had touched you where only I’m allowed.” “That’s possessive male talk, you know?” He smiles, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “When we find our mate, yes—we’re possessive. Only with her. Only with the female who’s ours.”

I asked and I felt him snort. “Not like you’ll do a thing if I give you a knife and ask you to go deal with her anyway you want.” He pointed out and I scoffed with an eye roll because he was a hundred percent correct. “Don’t think about that any longer, okay? She was just a faceless body to me, and nothing more. I wasn’t even thinking of her in a sexy way at all, I didn't get turned on, I don’t get turned on by anyone that isn’t you any longer.” As he spoke, he dug his hips into the top of my back for emphasis. He currently has a semi, but he had been telling the truth about not being turned on by the woman sitting atop his laps because his semi just started to grow when he began acting poss

I stayed on my stomach, dreading the stick, but he just looked at it, twirling it around. "A few years ago," he said, "I was at a sex club. I saw a woman led in by a man. Naked. Her wrists were shackled together. He hung her arms up on a chain dangling from the ceiling. He hit her a few times with a cane, sort of like this. She had these amazing red welts on her ass and legs. And then he turned to us, and he said, 'My whore wife is insatiable. Please fuck her into submission for me.' And then he sat down at a table, just leaving her there. So guys started to go up to her, a few at first, and then everyone was up there, even some women with strap ons. I eventually figured, what the hell, you

I was breathing hard as I laid down there and just thought of what I did, I was so fucked and it was the fault of none other than the 6'5 muscular green eyed handsome man next door. I got up and used the bathroom and cleaned myself up Well the smut, was rather really smut 😩😩😩 I'm just trying tho

Klaus was the last alpha male who lived in the city after long, long years. He had been searching for his mate but he wanted someone else than the last female alpha in the pack where they both belong. "I will protect you from anyone, Dianna. Just trust in me, accept me as you did a few months ago!" His voice raised that was quite disturbing. Dianna quickly grabbed his arms, pulled him closer to the car parked near the lamppost. "Let's talk in private. I... I don't want to be featured in magazines again." She rolled her eyes upon closing the backseat's door while breathing deeply. If there were a thing that truly matters, it was the store and not her master's feelings.

Elies couldn’t walk down the hallway without hearing whispers and seeing curious stares. She found refuge at her usual table with Jenna, who was doing her best to cheer her up. “Honestly, Damien’s possessiveness is kind of… hot,” Jenna admitted, earning a glare from Elies. “I’m just saying! He’s like one of those brooding bad boys in romance novels.” “He’s insufferable,” Elies muttered, stabbing her salad with unnecessary force. “Maybe,” Jenna said with a shrug. “But he’s clearly into you.” “That doesn’t make it okay,” Elies argued.

A painful and agonising cry left my hoarse throat. "Scream! I own you Nicole. You are my possession. You will always submit to me. Always"came his gruff reply as he rocked inside me with so much intensity. I let out tears and fisted my hands into his hair. "Raphael let me go please" I subconsciously moaned out in pain, orgasm shaking my entire body. "When I'm done with you Nicole.."he began, nibbling on my earlobe. "You won't be able to walk for a week"

I knew she was holding something back. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small object, a token of my bond with Aira. A mark that proved I wasn’t some stranger looking for trouble. "Please," I said, my voice softer now. "I’m her mate. I’m not here to cause any harm. I’m just worried about her." The woman’s tense posture relaxed just slightly. She let out a quiet sigh, then finally spoke. "There was a woman who came here," she admitted, lowering her voice. "She was pregnant. But she wasn’t alone, she had bodyguards surrounding her."