Possessive Sex Novels & Stories

“On all fours, with me dominating you, with no control at all?” “Yes…” The word came out like a sob. “Yes, fuck, yes…” “Do you like being mine?” “Yours,” she repeated, and the word vibrated in the air between us like a spell. “Yours, Mortyss. Only yours.” The possessiveness that hit me was devastating. It wasn’t just lust. It was something more primitive, darker. Something that said mine and no one else touches and I’ll kill anyone who tries. I felt my cock grow larger again, thicker, opening her to the limit of the impossible. Evelyn gasped, losing her breath.

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.

He murmured, bit her lower lip which made her sniff and slapped his arms. "Remember that you are only mine, Dianna. You are my possession!" He gritted his teeth, glanced at her coldly enough which made her gulped and trembled. "Turned around," He commanded, gripped her hands while his hands trailed off between her legs. "Ugh, Klaud!" She moaned loudly, closed her eyes because of the pleasure he brought. "Moan for more, Dianna. Scream until you reach the peak of the mountains...,"

He brought me right to the peak, holding me there on the edge of oblivion, until I was sobbing, begging. Then he was inside me, a single, deep, powerful thrust that filled me completely. He held still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him, before he began to move. It wasn’t the angry, punishing fucking from before. This was a slow, deep, possessive claiming. It was the sex I had been dreaming of my entire life. He owned me, and my body sang with the truth of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back.

Was that one heightsy line the only damage? “This sexy body is yours, remember? Branded and everything, see. So, touch me, if it pleases you.” He tried for nonchalant, but his fists were clenched tight. I clasped his hands between mine, mbuttaging their backs, until his fingers relaxed. “That’s how a possessive penis works. Am I a possessive penis?” Jeremy giggled, although the way that he thrust his penis go to me like he was merely dancing again was all naughty cherub. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to possess this sweetness.”

" He asked impatiently. A yes or a no. I looked at him, already staring me. Then my face changed into one of the biggest smiles as I jumped on him and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course!" I said, nodding my head like a crazy person. He just laughed at my behavior and wrapped his arms around me, tightly. "I love you too, Ace." I whispered as he pushed the ring in my finger. And I meant it. Deep from my heart. I was sure of one thing. He loved me from the start. He loved me when I didn't even know about him. I had been and will always be only his. His Possession. _______________________________________________________________________ THE END.

That was why we brought so many of them. I rubbed the back of my neck because I did think of one, but I was not certain how everyone would feel about it. “Yes. Just hear me out. We need something very believable that would make a scene. Possessiveness is a cornerstone of our species. We have two options. One is that I find someone flirting with you and blow up, or you find someone trying to flirt with me and blow up. However, for me to be so distraught to flee, it should be me finding one of you,” I said carefully.

“It works for all of us. You’d be surprised how easy it is when no one pretends it’s more than what it is.” Nathan stared into his mug for a long moment. “Sounds… freeing. But also intense.” “It can be,” Alex said softly, brushing against my arm. “But it’s honest. And gods, it’s good.” Nathan swallowed hard, still staring at the steam rising from his cup. “And you don’t get… I don’t know. Possessive?” I leaned in slightly, voice low. “Possessive is the point, Nathan. We own every moment. Every moan. Every surrender. That’s the difference.”

"Hey, Manu, let's catch up. Don't get hung up on labels or concepts. You're together, what you need to establish is that while he's with you, he's only with you, understand?" "I think so. He said he's only thought about being with me since the first time he saw me and that I'm only his." "Um, possessive. I like it! So make it clear that he's only yours too." "What if I'm terrible in bed? Like, if I'm horrible at sex?"

Utterly. "It's yours," I breathed, my voice a ragged, submissive whisper. "It's always been yours, Daniel." A guttural groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of primal victory. He began to move again, his thrusts harder, deeper, more punishing. Each one was a brand, a claim, marking me as his. This wasn't just sex anymore. It was a possession. A conquest. He was fucking me on his wife's side of the bed, in their perfectly curated sanctuary, and the sheer, unadulterated taboo of it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever experienced.