Barbatos Obey Me Novels & Stories

Dead! I flick the Katana sending blood flying before I sheathe it again. “Baron to issho ni yaritai koto o yari, horitsu o uragiru yuki no aru subete no hit oni messeji o okurimshou. Kore o Onryo no shiwazada to tsugeru.” (Do what you want with Baron, send the message to all who dares betray the laws. Tell them this is the work of the Onryo.)

“Sir, it’s still coffee. It’s hot, has caffeine, and no poison. At least you’re awake now, even if it’s from being annoyed.” She nearly choked on her own words, but she stood by it. She couldn’t admit she forgot his measurements. Lukas stayed quiet, face serious, like he was about to rain down a termination letter. “So, you don’t follow instructions.” “Depends on the instruction, sir.” She crossed her arms, even if her voice shook a little. “If it’s too much, I don’t follow. If you’re too bossy, sometimes I fight back. But look—you’re alive, right? So far, my coffee works.”

“Don’t listen to anyone but me, pretty. Who’s your Dom?” “You,” I breathed. “Who’s your master?” “You.” “Good.” His tone was soft, dangerous. “Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, Only I get to put a collar on your neck. Only I get to put you on a leash. Be a good boy and don't listen to anyone else but me.” He paused and stared at me possessively before giving my neck a few soft bites. “If it's night time and I'm not back, don't let it bother you, I'll always come back, late or not. Do you understand?”

But even that began to fade, as I extended my hand toward his, my fingers brushing against his skin. On the brink of giving up, I remembered Serpahina's words, "You have more power within you than you realize." And closing my eyes tightly, I whispered, “No,” my voice barely audible but filled with determination. “I won’t let you win.” The Darklord’s eyes flashed with anger, and his grip tightened. “You have no choice,” he hissed. “You will be mine, whether you like it or not.” Pushing myself against my helplessness, I managed to break free from his grasp, pushing him away with both of my hands, and stumbling backward.

She bit her lower lips nervously knowing she made a grave mistake by disobeying him and he will surely punish her for it because he hates disobedience. He walked away from there which made her confused so she sat straight and saw him sitting on the couch against the glass wall. She looked at him with her lustful eyes while his face was blank as usual. "Ven aquí." He commanded in his authoritative voice scaring her. (Translation: Come here.) She slowly and carefully stood up from the chair and lifted her foot to walk towards him but he showed his palm to her halting her dead in her track. "Banda!" Again his commanding and unbeatable voice came and she didn't think twice before discarding her

“Touch me again, and I’ll bite those fingers clean off.” “I’d like to see you try…” She raises her hand again, trembling with rage. I bare my fangs, lips curling, ready to rip her arm away. “Enough! Bethany, heel. Now!” Canum’s command slices the air like a whip. She lowers her hand, head bowed in submission, shoulders rigid with humiliation. “Aww, you’re such a good dog,” I taunt, smirking through the sting in my cheek. “Does he give you Scooby snacks after you perform your tricks?”

I guarantee she will not disappoint you. She stiffened beside him as he stroked his hand over her ass and whispered in her ear, ‘You can have an hour to get to know some of these men, one of them will be your new Master so it will be a useful exercise.’ He lowered his voice so only she could hear him. ‘Se non mi obbedisci più tardi ti scoperò davanti a tutti loro e non pensare che nessuno di loro cercherà di salvarti. Staranno a guardare e poi aumenteranno le loro of

Constantine leaned in closer to Baros, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Baros, my dear, as we perform this spell, I want you to ensure that it binds not only my powers but also the loyalty of the men I've sired. I want them to be my devoted servants, my private army, ready to carry out my every command." Baros nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "That's a delicate manipulation of the spell, Constantine. It's not just about power; it's about controlling their wills without them realizing it."