I used to think luxury was about châteaux, private jets, and couture gowns. Then I learned what it really means to be owned. To have your entire world shrink down to the weight of his hand on your throat, the possessive growl in your ear, and the raw, undeniable knowledge that you belong to him. My empire was built on cold contracts. My life is built on the heat of his dominance, on the bruises he leaves like signatures, on the way my cunt aches for his cock even when he’s not there. All the billions in the world can’t buy the feeling of being truly, completely claimed. #Obsessed #HisPossession #RealLuxury