You Belong To Me The Jerk Novels & Stories

But I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe. “Jace doesn’t own me,” I said, my voice small at first. My throat shook, but I forced the words louder. “Jace doesn’t fucking own me.” Derek’s eyes didn’t move. He just waited. I inhaled sharply, my chest tearing apart, and spat the words before I could stop myself. “Fine. I’ll date you.” His eyes widened slightly, relief evident in his eyes, softening his features. But I wasn’t done. I leaned closer, my voice steady even as my insides shook. “And I’ll make it clear to Jace. I’ll make him understand. I belong to someone else now.”

And wrote: *“The boy who hurt me didn’t get the last word. The one who stayed silent had to listen. And the one I’m still learning to trust… stood beside me while I faced them both. This story doesn’t belong to the people who tried to steal it anymore. It belongs to me.”*

A MONTH LATER Nick paced the length of his office trying to work off his excess energy. He was up to his fifth cup of coffee and it wasn't even lunchtime. A month of carefully piecing his self-respect together again and all shattered by a letter of intent to purchase from JJC Pharmaceuticals.

Heat surged in my face, my cheeks puffed, I nearly burst into laughter… but he’d kill me if I did. “Are you jealous of me?” I asked, trying to read his expression. He raised an eyebrow coldly. “I told you before, this isn’t jealousy… it’s possession. You… belong to me.” I coughed sharply, choking on the word. “Belong to you? I belong to myself.” I whispered angrily, folding my arms over my chest. His eyes darkened, he grabbed my waist with fierce strength, making me shiver.

The sharp sting only made my cock throb harder. “One final question,” she said, voice soft but deadly serious, “before I decide if you stay as my locked-up fuck toy forever. Do you want to leave free… or belong to me permanently as my personal property?” I hesitated only a second. The constant denial, the plug, the edging, the blindfold — it had broken something deep inside me. The old life felt distant, unreal. This — this aching, helpless need — felt like the only thing left. “I want to belong to you, Mistress,” I whispered.

Alora I beat my palms against my steering wheel, “Mother fucking son of a bitch. No, no, no, you can't do this to me. Come on you piece of shit, start.” I turn the key in the ignition again, praying under my breath, “Come on, come on, start, start.” The only sound is a click.

he barked at me over his shoulder. Pride aside, I didn't need to come home completely soaked and frozen to the bone. I was already cold, and I hadn't even gone outside... So I hesitantly agreed, "That would be nice, thanks." I walked over to the couch, where I sat down and started to put on my shoes. At that moment, the very familiar song thirty seven Stitches by Drowning Pool blared through the apartment and I froze in place at the words I knew by heart: “See me sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say something. I kick rocks with my head down. I'm kicking stones on the way down to hell, waiting for you to say something...”

“Look. I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but there’s no way I’m signing these. I would rather—” “Jump off the roof, I know.” I scowled. “But you see, darling, this is the only way for me to be assured that everyone knows you belong to me.” Belong? “I don’t belong to anyone,” I shouted in disbelief. “I only belong to myself. Who the fuck do you think you are, humiliating me like this! You’ve already taken everything from me. Now you want to take away my freedom, too? Why on earth would you think I would do that to myself, huh? Who are you to me?”

The one I had exists no more. “I don’t care. But I can’t handle more of your impulsive actions. I don’t care about whatever you did in the last three months but right now you are my fiancé and you belong with me. And I hate to have my belongs lingering over anywhere else,” he said. His belongings? What the fuck does he think of himself? “I don’t belong to you Jeremy,” I yelled as we both stood in front of his car. My eyes were swelled with anger. I never belonged to him and I will never belong to him, not in this life, not in any life that might come in the future.

“Say you belong to me.” I turned my face away, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I can’t…” His grip tightened painfully on my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Say it, or I swear I’ll tie you here until you understand.” My lips trembled, the fight draining from me. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated the part of me that still craved his touch, no matter how twisted. “I… belong to you,” I whispered brokenly. His eyes closed, relief shuddering through him. “Again.”