Absolute Obedience Game Novels & Stories

"Get rid of any romantic notions you may have of us falling in love and living happily ever after. It won't happen." I pressed a thumb against her pulse, hard, and smiled when she jerked at the sudden, rough movement. "This is a business arrangement. Nothing more. Are we clear?" Vivian pressed her lips into a stubborn line. The air was alive with the crackle of electricity and animosity. It sizzled against my skin, drawing my muscles tight and fanning the strange, hungry fire in my stomach. When she remained mutinously silent, I reached up and closed my hand around her throat. Lightly, just enough to feel the shallowness of her breaths.

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

I grab his ass and push him back down. “We haven’t had sex in over a week. You’re finishing.” He blinks. “No pressure or anything.” “I’ll waive my multiple orgasm rule.” He slowly circles his hips. “It’s a rule?” “Mmm-hmm.” I close my eyes, trying hard not to think about the look of horror on Dean’s face. The door is closed but not locked. Though it’s not like he’s going to come back in. Archer nuzzles his face against my neck. He thrusts in hard and fast, and it only takes a minute to forget about Dean. Well, until Archer tells me to keep it quiet because we’re not alone in the house anymore.

The group fell silent, the weight of his words unsettling. “The Reflection Game,” Ardan continued, “was not created by mortals. It was forged by the Seven Immortals during the Age of Chaos. They designed it as a tool to test humanity, to separate the weak from the strong. Every century, the game manifests, seeking out individuals who embody courage, wisdom, and determination. But there’s a catch—it thrives on sacrifice and conflict. The more you resist, the harder it fights back.” Mia’s voice trembled as she asked, “So... what happens if we fail?”

My heart beat faster. "Obedience," he said at last, his voice low but carrying. "Not the kind that comes from fear, but the kind that comes from instinct. From the trust. You either have it, or you don't." It was followed by Luna Zeina's voice that floated across the yard, cold and precise. "The Alpha will give his commands. You will obey instantly. Fail, and you will step out." The warriors brought forward small wooden markers, etched with runes and scent marks, placing them at different points across the yard. Some were high on posts, some were scattered low near the ground. I recognized them, signals used in battle drills to test your reflexes.

No matter what age or gender can't be spared in the least. Even those who can't protest were caged like animals just so the dominion could use them as they please. What a typical 'conqueror' gameplay. He played this sort of games at times but since he felt this was something that he couldn't handle, he quitted. However, the knowledge and experience of playing such games led him to know some of the important points. One, the big nations always have some sort of feud. Of course, they'd fight for power and influence.

I thought I would be able to resist him the next time I saw him but I suddenly realized how big his hold on me was. When he saw me finding it difficult to reply, he chuckled and made his way to the bed where I was, his huge shaft dangling and dangerously rock hard. He stopped a few distance from the bed "Get down from the bed Mara and kneel" he said, his voice so sexy and dominant giving no room for questioning. It wasn't like this the first time we fuck. He was so loving then, so irresistible, so intoxicating leaving one to come craving for another. "Fuck!" I moaned, despite all these I felt my pussy throbbing and leaking more squirts. I tried to stop myself from responding to him. From obe

"I win." I try to escape his grasp but his embrace only tightens. "You…you cheater. Let me go." I writhe. He chuckles, and the sound makes deep vibrations on his chest, tickling me. "How does it feel now? Your little game didn't go as planned sweetheart?" I squirm and can't help but laugh. "Ugh, Liam." I groan and finally surrender. "Say it, say you give up." "Never." This is it, our stubbornness at a crossroads.

Sanjo said which immediately changed what Huxley think and then we proceeded on playing that game again. A quick explanation of the game is there will be popsicle sticks in a cup. Under them are numbers are written and a crown. Whoever picks the one with the crown will be the king of the game and then he can say any commands that he wants while picking on the numbers that were written on the other popsicle sticks. King's commands are absolute. That's the very first rule that should be followed when playing this game. "For those who will not comply to the King's command, needs to eat one of these chocolates," Sophie said as she points to the chocolate she brought. How could eating chocolate r

"When he was proposing you, wasn't he your brother then?" "Why...why you did that?" "To get my point across your head that everyone who you call brother is not your brother, Sheharzaad," He grasped her chin. The nail of his ring-cladded thumb resting just below her plump lips. "Rather, it was a test," With his free hand, he tucked her hair behind her ear, "For your loyalty, mentality and obedience. You passed the first two, my dear shehar," The grip on her chin tightened, "but you failed the third one. You failed to obey me, zaad,"