She Used To Be Mine Artinya Novels & Stories

Claire exhaled softly beside me, still staring after him. “That was intense,” she said quietly. “Do the two of you know each other?” I watched Killian’s stiff shoulders until the crowd swallowed him. “We used to,” I said. Then I turned my attention back to the room, to the people still watching, to the painting that now belonged to me for an absurd and very public amount of money. The claim had been made. The first real piece of his life had been taken in front of an audience. And this was only the beginning.

I was an artist, and she was my canvas. When I was done, she was trussed up and presented for me. A beautifulbound offering. She could still writhe, a helpless, squirming package, but she couldn't roll over or escape. She was completely, utterly mine. I straightened up onto my knees, breathing hard, my cock jutting up like a monument to my victory. "There you are," I said, my voice tense and husky. "How do you like that, huh?"

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

she explained. I grabbed the cup like it was gold and breathed in the bitterly delicious smell. Heaven. "Thank you so much, Mistress," I whispered almost tearfully. She made me feel like I really meant something to her, and it gave me a little breath of hope. "Little one," she said softly, putting her hand on my knee. "You can use my name when we are not playing. I love being your Mistress when you are on your knees in front of me. But at the breakfast table, I just want to be Alyssa to you."

Despite her fierceness, I saw a delicate female that I wanted to own and protect for the rest of my life. "Mine…" My voice came hoarsely. My emotions were all over the place. She finally smiled as she nodded her head as her tears kept pouring down her face. Her hands went to my cheeks as she cupped them before mumbling the words I wanted to hear from her. "Mate… Mine. You’re mine." "Yours… Just yours." I mumbled back, and I didn’t stop myself this time.

Her body washed away all the pain and replaced it with pleasure and I was so fucking happy I was the one giving her that. Her legs squeezed around me tighter, her nails raked down my back and her back arched letting my name fall out her lips. This image will forever be my favorite picture of us. My lips captured hers and I kept up this perfect pace to make love to her. "You're mine baby." "Yes... God I'm yours."

I chuckle at my lack of self-awareness. "It might seem hard to get him back now, but I believe you can. I don't know why he would accuse you of being a gold digger, but I'm sure you guys will work things out and be together again." She gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back, talking to myself as much as her. "I hope so." ***

And no longer his. Never his again. Mine. Finally. Completely. Mine.

She stood motionless uncertain what to say. “Hello mommy, we missed you.” They said in union. “Annie, I may have forgotten our shared past, you I always knew, you are mine, I am yours, now they are ours…” Aaron wrapped his arms around them all.

“Ooops, I guess I broke your heart. But that's just a pinch of what you made me feel like today.” “Make a better choice for a good parent when next you are coming back into this world after this miserable life of yours. Ambition looks embarrassing on you. So stop projecting your failed life hoping to get a resting place in my family. You made the wrong decision. I'd rather watch Pigs eat your corpse. Filthy bitch!” She said this time with a raging tone as Tracy still remained standing right in front of her, holding her cheek like she was a statue.