روايات وقصص ضمن Belphie Obey Me

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.

with a deadpan that almost made me laugh. Almost. It irritated me. Which, of course, only intrigued me more. I liked obedience. Expected it. I didn’t work with men who couldn’t follow orders. I didn’t live with anyone who questioned my structure. So why did his rebellion feel less like a threat… and more like a hook in my chest? Because he’s malleable, I told myself. Because under the sarcasm and twitchy fingers, he was a mess of unresolved tension and misplaced pride. And that kind of boy — the clever kind, the sharp kind — always begged best when broken in right.

“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.”

“You are not here to impress me.” “No?” My breath quickened. The loosened bodice did nothing to ease the tightness. “No.” He let the word linger, then softly added, “You are here to obey me.” My pulse stumbled. Heat flared—in my cheeks, yes, but also deeper, pulsing through me like smoke. I should have bristled. I should have argued. Instead, the word "obey" tugged at something raw inside me—a part that had spent years with no choice at all and suddenly wanted to choose submission, but on my terms.

"If that's how you see it, then yes. If you think it's too fast, then just think of it as an invitation." I lowered my head and remained silent for a long time. Finally, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. "I'll go with you," I said, my voice tinged with certainty. His eyes lit up. "Really?" "Yes. But I have one condition." "What is it?" "I have to talk to my parents first and get their blessing." Kane nodded. "Of course."

"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.