She Was Mine Novels & Stories

The only thing I could do was to step back slowly. Whoever that was behind me seemed to have read my mind. They matched my pace and kept a fair distance from me. Step by step, I retreated until I reached a cliff. When I finally turned around, I saw a girl. Half of her face was disfigured, and the white dress she wore was stained with blood. She marched toward me and let out a quiet laugh. Her voice was extremely soft, but it pierced my ears like needles. I instinctively reached up to touch my ears—only to find that it was covered in blood.

Her sweet, sexy, dominant nature was exactly what I needed, and once I met her, it seemed no other woman would compare. A finger lifted my chin up to meet Mistress' gaze once again. Instead of shock, or disbelief, there was a look of awe and appreciation. "Thank you, little Bell. I'm happy, I'm the only woman you have ever been with. Although, I think Master might be pouting a bit since he's not the only man you've ever been with," she replied with a little mischievous smile on her face. I gave a little giggle at the image of the big, bad, Dom pouting like a five-year-old, and looked back over my shoulder.

She said as she began pulling away slowly. His hold on her tightened possessively. "Don't, please don't". He said, his voice hoarse. And she didn't.

I whispered, lifting her hand to my lips. “Mine.” Her fingers brushed gently across my jaw. “My husband.” She smiled. “Mine.”

she spat back, her voice laced with possessiveness and defiance, a stark reminder of the entanglement that bound us together. A surge of defiance rose within me, emboldening my next words as I stood my ground, unyielding in the face of her resistance. "I think you are forgetting something here. I'm the man here, and I have the right to choose who I want to be with," I countered, my tone firm and unwavering, a flicker of rebellion igniting within me.

For a brief moment, it even made me feel jealous. Smack! Before I could react, my left cheek was burning with pain. I stared at Shane in disbelief as his hand hovered in midair again, only for him to lower it when he saw my reddened eyes. "She didn't bring any sleepwear, so what's wrong with her wearing one of yours?" Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Shane, so whatever she says is the truth now?! Am I really that petty in your eyes? "I don’t owe you anything for coming to this world!"

And when I finally let her come, when I felt that tight pussy clenching around my cock, she would know exactly who she belonged to. “ You are mine, Isadora. You are mine to break and defile beautifully.”

She’s mіnе. Shе’ѕ bееn mine since we wеrе tееnаgеrѕ. The thought of саllіng аnd аѕkіng for hіѕ help іѕ іmроѕѕіblе. Nоt when hе hаѕ her wіth him. I’m nоt gоіng to be thаt guу.

For now. “Joker... What exactly do you think I am to you?” Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp yet hesitant, as if she’s afraid of the answer. The question sends a jolt of amusement through me, and I can’t help but laugh. It’s so simple, so obvious. How can she not see? “You. Are. Mine.” My words spill out like a fact etched in stone, unshakable. Of course, she’s mine. She has to be. She belongs to me in the way the night belongs to darkness, the way chaos belongs to madness.

She was mine; all the way mine. No one else had ever had her but me, that meant something in this fucked up world we lived in, it meant something to me. How can I get her to see that she had nothing to fear because of my over possessiveness? She should know that when it came to me, she was the safest person on the earth, but I wasn't about to give in, not even a little bit. There was only one way for us to work, and the sooner she got that through her thick fucking skull the better.