You Belong To Me The Jerk Novels & Stories

“OMG, sorry, Ji... I didn’t mean to–” “It’s okay. I have to get used to annoying jokes like that. Either I’m not good enough for him or he’s too much of a jerk for me to love,” Angie replied without a hint of a smile. She was about to leave, but turned slightly so her voice could be heard clearly by the woman. “Come to my office when Jimmy is busy with his prostitute, Merry. I’m sure you also have something you want to tell me.”

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.”*

i said stubborn even as I ached for him. He slapped my ass again right where it hurt most. “Beg” The pain shot through me making me gasp. “Fuck you’” Smack! “Fucking say it. Who do you belong to?” “I..” Smack! “Fuck…You! I belong to you! PleaseJared!” “Good girl.” He thrust into me hard all the way in one go. I screamed the stretch burning so good as his cock filled me, owning me from the inside.

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?”