My Possessive Husband Novels & Stories

She is so perfect, so fucking amazing. If I were stupid enough to believe in true love, I would have said that she was my soul mate, I would have said that she was that special person made just for me. But I’m nothing like that, deep inside in my heart, I have a strong desire to dominate and subdue her. As I kept watching her, my desire to control and possess her was quietly growing. I want to keep her in my house as my pet. Her only job will be to satisfy me and make me happy.

he began, his voice low and steady "When you overheard my and Anay's conversation....I didn't defend myself... because I did intentionally come close to you and it was the truth.... because I did want to claim you...and in my view it wasn't wrong because in my opinion the day I got married to you , you became mine ,your body , soul , your thinking everything was mine ..I wasn't going to leave you , nor I was going to misbehave with you in future or anything like that ...I just wanted to become your husband in true sense... that's all my intentions were with you... He paused, searching her eyes for understanding. “I’ve always felt this possessiveness over you. Since the day you entered my lif

There were condolences from family and friends, a funny meme from Mindy, and a slew of trending news alerts. The photos on the trending feed showed Albert with a face full of despair. There was also a shot of him ruthlessly slapping Summer twice in the party hall. The term “devoted husband” became linked to his name. The messages from Albert kept coming. [I miss you.] [Please, tell me this is all a lie.] [I should have just taken you with me. This is all my fault.] I gave a sarcastic smile and swiped to the chat with Mindy. [Babe, we can move on to step two.]

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

“I wish my husband were as good with words as you are, sir…” “Oh, please, call me Bash.” He takes her hand to deposit a discreet kiss on the back. “I'll be happy to help you find your husband. But you may not like what you find. Some men bring their wives and partners… It's not a good sign if he's coming to a place like this alone.” “Oh my, it's not like that…” She gives a shy laugh. “My husband is a bit possessive. He can't stand other men laying eyes on me. He says I'm his treasure…”

He raises his nose up and I shake my head. "They know that I'm a very possessive man. They know that I'm a savage and ruthless lover. They know that I wouldn't stand for my wife talking to men that aren't me in my absence." "They know that I like my things to be mine alone. You are my most important thing right now. So next time you think to hang out with a guy that isn't me and laugh out to your heart's content. Remember this." "I am your husband whether you like it or not. You belong to me and no one else. I am the only one that gives you the savage and extremely pleasurable orgasms you deserve."

“You had been in relation with him for years, Josh. He had been your first. I am honored that you chose to be my husband and as greedy bastard I am, I feel possessive like a fucking caveman. I don’t know how people see us, but if someone asks, it’s my honor that you are my husband, that you love me. You know I want to puff my chest like a fucking gorilla whenever someone says they recognize me as your husband. I feel like I am being owned by the most eligible man in the world and I don’t feel any shame like many people do, that I loved being called out by your name, not the other way around. But I have seen you in your initial days of breakup. I have seen how lost you were. You had no shine

She continued arranging the soil around a special herbal plant, while I paused on what I was doing so I can focus on her answers. “What about him?” I curiously asked. “Is there something that I don’t know about him?” She was tentative at first, but then she smiled at me and tilted her head. “Let’s just say that he is possessive and tends to be dominant with the things that he owns,” she explained. “And when I say possessive, he would be obsessed with it, that he won’t let it get away from his possession.” “Well, in my case, it is normal for him to protect me because I am his wife,” I suggested.

he says snuggling into me tighter. "I'm sorry... When you get to the office do not forget what we spoke about last night" I remind my husband He pulls a face "What did we speak about last night?" he looked genuinely confused. His hair in his eyes. I sweep his hair out of his face… "You telling people you married. You do not have to say to who, but I want to be possessive" I pout childishly He smiles kissing my forehead… “My beautiful wife is allowed to be as possessive as she wants...” he turns serious. “Do not worry love. I promise to make the headlines today..." he promises

I can’t help but feel possessive when it comes to you. As I type the reply, a smirk plays on my lips. Me: Don’t be sorry, because I love that about you. My husband, you become hotter when you act all possessive. Husband: You think so? Maybe I should remind you just who you belong to. Now I can feel he’s no more angry. He’s in a fun mood again. Me: Oh, really? And how would you do that? Husband: Well, I could start by coming home right now and showing you exactly how much you mean to me.