Belphie Obey Me Novels & Stories

' His voice was icy with contempt as his eyes bore into my soul. I knew I had no choice; there was no way I was going to allow that dreadful creature anywhere near me, not when I had this delicious Archangel looking at me as if I were his last meal. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and then met his amused gaze. He knew my answer before I spoke. 'I will obey you.'

I whispered, a single tear sliding free despite how hard I tried to hold it back. "Louder." "You're my Alpha," I forced out. He released my hair. "Better." I stayed on my knees breathing hard. My whole body ached. "Hands on your thighs," he ordered. "Back straight. Eyes forward." I had no choice than to obey, and I hated myself for it. He circled me again. "This is your first lesson. When I give you an order you obey immediately. You don't hesitate. You don't question. You obey. Understand?"

Not to me. I walked back in front of him, staring down at the once-mighty Alpha on his knees. His expression was unreadable, his gray eyes stormy and conflicted. “You will do exactly as I say,” I continued. “You will obey me, Helios. Completely. And if you don’t…” I smirked. “I’ll leave.”

Nina would only get in trouble. I took a slow breath and lifted my chin just enough to speak. “He only told me to be obedient,” I said quietly. “And to do whatever I am told.” Phoebe stepped back, her eyes gleaming. A pleased look crossed her face. “Well,” she said, smirking, “at least even Alpha Nicholas understands that the right things must always be done.” She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Your obedience to me is one of those right things,” she added.

“And if I don’t?” He smiled. “Then we escalate.” ****** I opened the envelope in my room with Jules peeking over my shoulder like we were cracking open top-secret files. Inside was a single sheet of thick parchment. **Assignment #1: Obedience Exercise** **Instructions:** 1. Wear a dress with no underwear; your breasts bare, and your nipples exposed. 2. Submit a five-page essay on the experience: emotional, physical, psychological. Wetness. 3. Deliver it by hand—sealed—in my office by noon.

In obedience, I let go of the garment… Slowly… Until it falls on a heap, settling around my feet. Cold breeze hits my damp skin, tease at my lacy nightie, strokes the soft mounds of my ass. I shut my eyes, feeling a mix of betrayal and desire. My hand goes to the strap of my dress… “Stop.” He groans a command. And just like that, I obey him. My hand is shaky on my shoulder. “Open your eyes.” He demands. “I need you to see who you belong to.”

I tasted shame and acceptance and found them both strangely nourishing. After hours of drills, sweat, and measured strikes, Corin gathered us in a circle. “Obedience is not blind,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “It is chosen. You will choose to obey because you want the order to hold you when your self won’t. Remember that.”

"Kian, you don’t understand. My mom… she’s always been like that. Ever since I was a kid, she has controlled every part of my life. "What I wore, who I was friends with, what I studied—it all had to follow her decisions. Olivia, too. She’s long gotten used to obeying. "I tried to push back, but it was useless. In this family, other than my late father, no one could stand up to her. "So when she proposed that ridiculous test, Olivia didn’t dare object, and I didn’t dare speak up for you either. I was afraid… afraid she’d turn her anger on me.

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

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