Obedecer Present Tense Novels & Stories

He leaned forward, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek and whispered; “I need you to agree to obey me. To follow commands as and when I say so. I need your compliance. Understand?” I shivered, the sparks once again catching me off guard and disgusting me to the core. “I-I understand.”

"Your grade sits at a failing mark. One hour of your time could change that. Complete obedience for sixty minutes. No arguments, no backing out. Follow every single instruction and you walk out with a passing score. Refuse, and we end this right now." My mouth went dry. Obedience? The word hung heavy between us. I pictured walking away, losing everything. Then I pictured staying. Heat rose in my cheeks. "One hour? And I pass for sure?" "Exactly. My word is final. But you must give yourself over totally. Understand?" I bit my lip, mind racing. This felt risky, wild even. Yet something inside me stirred, a mix of fear and strange excitement. "I understand, sir. I agree."

“Obedience. Absolute obedience.” That was something I could never give to anyone—until now. “You want me to obey you? If I do what you ask, you’ll let him live?” If that was the case, he was asking for a lot. My body and mind would no longer be my own. Like a dog, I’d have to bark at his command.

Here's another chapter. Have a wonderful day 💗💗💗. ############################ I partially knew what he meant but I refused to accept it. "Come here," he slowly said motioning for me to step closer with his finger. This is it. God please help me! I prayed for a miracle which was very unlikely to happen. I knew that much. I also knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded.

Pride. For obeying him. For belonging to him. “Get on the bed,” he ordered.

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."

All that remains is their quiet obedience … their eagerness for my next command. My voice is steady. “We’re proceeding with the plan.”

I swallowed hard, trying to force down the rising tide of bile and panic, waiting with bated breath for the executioner’s axe of his words to fall. "Behave yourself. Be obedient." The words hit me like a physical blow, and I couldn't stop the fierce, instinctual scowl from twisting my features. My eyebrows knitted together in a tight, furious line, my lips curling in immediate distaste. Behave? Be obedient?

She snapped at him hands on hips, eyes flashing with temper, ‘Posso e lo farò, tu sei mia adesso e farò di tutto per proteggerti. Come mia moglie, mi obbedirai senza fare domande, e come il Gran Don della nostra "famiglia" unita devi obbedire anche a me. Mi spiego chiaramente?' [I can and I will, you are mine now and I will do everything to protect you. As my wife you will obey me without question, and as the Grand Don of our joint ‘family’ you must also obey me. Do I make myself clear?]

The Devourer’s presence coils tighter, wary now. You walk a dangerous line. I meet the pressure head-on, voice calm, unwavering. “So do you.” The heart beats again. Not a command. Not a threat. A recalibration. And in that moment, I understand the true shape of obedience. Not kneeling. Not touching. Not even staying close. It’s reacting when it expects you to. And we don’t.