Male Possession Story Novels & Stories

I kept bobbing my head, licking every inch as he casually talked about me like I was his personal property. “Poppy here is a cock hungry slut,” he announced confidently, his fingers tangled in my hair. “She is married, but that doesn’t stop her. You can do whatever you want to her and she will not only love it, she will beg for more. I was at a barbecue once and this little cum slut pretty much sucked and fucked everyone there. Her husband was busy cooking at the grill while the guys took turns keeping him occupied with conversation. Meanwhile, she was inside taking guy after guy and emptying their balls. She only has one rule though, do what you want to her, but just don’t tell her husband.

He wanted to move on in his life with the sole love of her life. At first, he only wanted Zahra to claim her as his. He wanted her to know that she was only his and no one else's. He had a strong urge to make Zahra only his. He was always possessive of his belongings and so was the case of Zahra. He became extremely possessive of her. And in this game of his possession, he forgot when he crossed his line and behaved like a barbarian to her and dealt with her in the same way as those people who disobeyed him. He was still possessive of her but a softer side entered his heart. He felt those emotions with Zahra that he had never felt before. His heart compelled him to trust her unlike his brain

breathless, he was stealing my first kiss “B..let me go.” Day by day, the vision blurred, it seemed that the other guys were standing up and starting to leave this room one by one, leaving only him and me. Why? Isn't this a business talk? I was thinking in fear, his voice continued to play in my ear "why do you dare to think while having intercourse with me?" “T… I don't have one! Please forgive me, I really don't sell my body, I only turmeric, .. if you want, ask another go girl."

Filling and grabbing another glass of liquor from the table, he took a sip from it but without taking his eyes away from that person sitting on his bed who had not even mistakenly looked in his direction for once. "Actually I have bought something, so.." his eyes wandered all over her naked frame. "I am checking my possession on it," his words made her hug her knees more tightly because they crushed her soul cruelly. She was his possession now. He had bought her like a thing and now that was the ultimate truth of her life that he was her sole possessor. "So I won't be able to return home tonight as I need to do some more deep and thorough checks on my possession," he uttered, sniggering sile

He was still holding me from my waist to keep me steady. He licked my cock slowly through long strides. "Tell me who you belong to? Who owns you?" I didn't say anything and he continued to tease me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Allen, please. Who owns you?" I looked at him and saw the vulnerability in his eyes. "You. Sebestian. You own me." He nearly sobbed and took me back into his mouth. Bobbing his head on me, fuck I was losing it. I couldn't let him stop. I needed to spill.

His tongue flicked out, teasing my own as his hands worked their way around to cup my breast over my top. His hips ground against my backside as he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. "I will remind you every fucking day for the rest of your life. You belong to me. This pussy is mine. You are mine, and I am yours." I smiled as his hand curled into my hair, wrapping it around his fist before he shoved me forward onto the counter and pulled my head back. My eyes closed on their own at the action, enjoying the way he took control. "Yeah, I have definitely got to get me one of those." The southern twang that I had become familiar with only an hour or so prior made my eyes snap open in surpri

I was begging for it now, pushing back to take him deeper. The sting turned into a raw pleasure that wrecked my brain. My fingers clawed at the edge of the glass desk as he hammered into me. “Take it,” he ground out, sweat dripping onto my spine. “Tell me you belong to me.” “I belong to you,” I cried out. “Xavier! Who is that in there?” Clarisse’s voice got sharp. She pounded on the glass. “Open this door!” Xavier didn’t stop. He bit my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. “Let her scream. You’re mine, Maeve. I bought this body. I own this pussy.”

Damien demanded, thrusting deep and grinding against my cervix. “I belong to you, sir,” I whispered, my voice raw and broken. “I’m your property. Your cumdump. Your breeding slut. I exist only for your cock… and your pleasure.” He smiled, leaning down to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss that sealed my fate. “That’s right. You’re mine now. Completely. There’s no going back.” He picked up speed, chasing his final release. As he flooded my womb one last time, he whispered the future he had planned for me:

The collar gleamed under the lights like a brand of ownership. Aiden bent me over the back of the wide leather couch and fucked me slowly, deeply, forcing me to watch the entire time in the mirror. His thick cock stretched me open, sliding through the mess from the plug he’d removed. The wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the room as he bottomed out with every thrust. “Tell me what you are,” he demanded, grinding hard against my prostate. “I’m your breeding boy,” I moaned, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I don’t belong in your world as an equal. I belong beneath you. Owned by you. Full of your cum.”

I gathered the courage to speak. His lips curled into a wicked smile as if he derived pleasure from seeing me tense. “Since you say I don't own you. You think you can just leave? You think you can walk out of my life and I’ll let you? You’re mine, Lillian. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.” “I am not your possession.” I spoke gently, my body already giving in to his grip. I used all of my strength to press his chest, but it didn't move him. Instead, his grip tightened on my waist. My body became immovable.