Asmo Obey Me Novels & Stories

Damon was really loving this. Damon also removed his shirt and threw it somewhere. Damon pulled Ashley from the waist and turned her on her stomach. Now Ashly's bubbly ass was facing Damon's thirty-eyed eyes. She licked her lips. "Whatever I'm going to order, you have to obey; if you will not, this punishment will get worse. Understood?" Ashley nodded. "I need to hear you, baby, say the magic word." "Yes daddy-! I will obey everything." With every smash, you have to say

“You feel my control, even when unspoken. You respond instinctively. That is obedience. That is claim. You know it. You cannot deny it.” Cassian’s thumb pressed in slow, steady circles on my inner thigh. The gentle touch sent fresh sparks racing through my oversensitive skin, making more slick gush out in a hot, slippery rush that soaked the furs beneath me. “Do not fracture yourself in their tension. Endure, observe, respond. Awareness is obedience. Presence is claim. You are theirs entirely, even as they test each other through you.”

After all, it does more harm than good. Oren has such a tough daughter. One who hated yielding or living according to other people's rules. All the more reason why she needed to learn obedience. I moved away from the wall and shoved my hands into my pockets. I took deliberate steps towards her. Finally standing beside her bed, I leaned down a bit and brought my face to the nape of her neck, carefully inhaling her scent. My jaw clenched and my eyes darkened as I smelled the faint disgusting scent of another male.

The bullet. Too much. Too fucking much. “You okay?” Camilla asked her without looking up. “I’ll live,” I muttered. “That dress says otherwise,” Camilla smirked. “But you wear it like armor. Respect.” I didn’t smile. “Who the hell are you?” “The one you has been sending you messages”, she replied. Rob answered. “This is Camilla Amato. Former Special Ops. Freelance ghost now. She used to work for the same people I did.”

Victor suddenly interjected, "How do you control the mechanical creatures? The mutants are one thing, but how do you control the ordinary mechanical creatures that have low intelligence?" "That's simple. I don't know what this ability of mine is called, but I can use a tiny bit of my energy to place a mark on them, and they'll obey me." "Really? Then why didn't you mark me earlier?" "I would have if I could." The Furnace sounded like it was rolling its eyes.

Ambrosia enjoyed the glass of warm blood as he watched his master eat. “Just look for me in the forest when you wake up, I will be practicing how to control my powers.” He told him. “Do you think it is safe to do it own your own master?” asked Ambrosia concerned about his master, he did not want to be close to him when his demon took over but would go with him without hesitation if he asked him to.

I struggled with it and pointed to where it stood. "When I say don't come near me. Just do it EJ. You won't be happy when I get angry." I smile sweetly and adjust my posture. "What do I need to do then?" he asked and I licked my lips. A smile appeared on my lips. "Obey Athanasia, that's all you need to do."

She looked so weak. I just want nothing more than to protect her. Be with her. I slowly walked up to her. With each step I felt my heart pouting more and more. She looked up at me with her flushed red face. "I will stay by your side" I said as she looked up at me shocked. "Really?" she asked as I smiled. "Really" I said before I crashed my lips on her. (Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner.

I’m coughing in air and it hurts my chest. “From now on, you do what I tell you to. Say what I tell you to. When I tell you to walk, you walk.” Asami heads my way. She squats in front of me. Holding the knife right in front of my face. “Don’t breathe.” My eyes widens. It’s not even voluntarily but my reflexes acted on her demands.

I feel bad for looking at them in disgust! Matheo is raising his arms at us trying to stop us in the middle. "Please! I beg you not to harm each other!" "Stay away from him," Amos said and pulled Matheo behind him. "He's dangerous. His prey is his prey whether it's a friend or not." I spread my fingers tightly while unleashing my silver claws. My glare at him is out of my control. They are all the same. They praise themselves like saints by demeaning me as the villain.