Tell Her You Belong To Me Novels & Stories

"Tell me who you belong to." "You," she sobs, her body convulsing as the first ripples of another climax hit her. "Kaleb. I belong to you." The admission undoes me. The tension in my lower belly coils tight, a heavy, molten weight that demands release. I can't hold back. I don't want to. I speed up, my movements becoming jerky, animalistic. I’m losing myself in her. There’s no strategy, no thought. Only the driving need to pour myself into her, to fill her, to bind her to me so tightly that death itself couldn't separate us.

She said in a low voice. “You will believe that until someone else tries to claim you, then you will remember who you belong to.” I said. “I will never belong to you.” I stepped closer again, my voice was calm and cold. “You already do, whether you like it or not.” She trembled, the tears started coming. “I would rather die than live like this.” I leaned forward, close enough for her to hear the growl that came out of my throat. “You will learn that death isn’t your way out.”

Silence engulfed the room as we stared at her with a shock expression. "Well, actually I mean that I fell down from a building rooftop,"she said, and they all heaved out a sigh of relief. It looked like she understood what she said. Though there wasn't any building as far as I could remember but I decided not to question her, maybe I was the one who didn't notice a building there. I couldn't help but wonder who the hell she was. "Are you sure you fell by yourself and nobody else forced you? You can tell us the truth, you are safe here." The police spoke in a gentle tone. She laughed slightly.

“You don’t belong to them. You belong to me.” She gasped—just a breath, but it was everything. She didn’t speak, didn’t fight. She didn’t have to. Her silence was obedience. And the way she pressed closer to me, let me lead her deeper into this den of decadence, said it all: She trusted me to drag her into the dark and keep her steady once we got there.

“Tell me who you belong to!” “YOU! I BELONG TO YOU! I shouted with pleasure as the next climax rocked my entire being. “Damn right you do, Angel!” He gritted out between clenched teeth. “And when I’m done here I’ll be so deep inside your soul you’ll never be able to walk away from me!”

That sentence echoed in her mind, over and over, cruel and unrelenting. As his silhouette finally vanished around the corner, something inside her snapped. She wept and screamed, no longer able to hold it in. "Why? I won't accept this! I'll never accept this! You're mine! You belong only to me…" After a long stretch of sobbing, Besty slowly lifted herself from the ground. Her eyes were glazed, and her voice was a breathy murmur, aimed at no one in particular. "Yes, you belong only to me. No one's going to take you away."

“This pussy knows who it belongs to.” She moaned loudly into my mouth, her hips rolling against my hand as I fingered her deep and rough. “Say it,” I demanded, curling my fingers inside her. “Tell me who you belong to.” “You,” she gasped, trembling. “I belong to you, Arnold.”

“...You belong to me. Just for me only.” Without warning, I slammed into her and she screamed again and right on cue, I turned the vibrator on again. I pinned her down with my body and fucked her deep and hard. There was no escape for her, this time.

“Tell me who you belong to.” “You,” I gasp, hips rocking against him. “I belong to you. Only you. Now stop talking and start ruining me, Roman. I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

She’s still grinding her hips against me, but her eyes are closed as she bites her lip. I grin, “I will, but first I need you to tell me who you belong to.” “You, Jace…I belong to you.” I push some hair from her face, “Open your eyes and say it again. I want to know that you mean it.” I glance downward to where my chain collar still lays around her slender neck. She’s never asked me for the key, not that I would have given it to her. Her blue eyes meet mine, “I belong to you, Jace, only you.”