Obey Me Answers Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Sub means submissive. During a game, I follow my dom’s instructions. But it’s not mindless obedience. Consent comes first. Always.” “And if you want to stop,” he said, “you use a safe word.” I smiled. “Very good, little sub.” His ears turned pink. “We use safe words because sometimes resistance is part of the game,” I added. “Saying no doesn’t always mean no. The safe word always does.” He hesitated. “Is that where punishment comes in?” “If that’s something the sub wants,” I said evenly. He thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know yet. If you’d asked me yesterday, I would’ve said no.”

"What is going on? Tell me!" Jerald's expression softened as he tried to reassure me. "We can't explain everything right now," he said earnestly, his voice filled with a plea for trust. "Please, just cooperate, okay?" My determination soared, refusing to yield. "No, I won't cooperate!" I exclaimed defiantly. "You can't just take me against my will! This is kidnapping!" Before I could say anything else, Jerald acted quickly, putting a cloth over my nose. Darkness surrounded me, blocking out everything and making it hard to see or hear. My protests faded away as unconsciousness took over, leaving me helpless and under the control of my brothers' mysterious plans.

With my expression, he can tell I’m lost. “You need to keep one thing in mind, little fox. I call the shots. You do exactly as I say, and you might just get a reward. No questions asked. Understand?” I bob my head up and down, “Y… Yes, sir.” I know I’m supposed to obey his earlier command, but I just don’t know how. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know how to touch myself.” As soon as the words fall from my lips, he covers the distance between us, and I see him standing between my legs.

He gets in the car and starts driving, "You Will learn to obey me Abijah! You are Mine now!" Obey you? What am I a puppy? I didn't want to be disrespectful but he is out of his mind if he thinks I'm just gonna roll over and submit! I may never have been in a relationship before, but I'm not as gullible and naive as he may suspect me to be. I took a few deep breaths to calm my erratic nerves,

Lena's POV. Gina peers down at me with a look of disdain in her eyes. I meet her stare head on, I'm not going to cower and be weak. "My number one rule is obedience, you follow that and you may just be able to get out of here sane and whole. But if you don't I'd take pleasure in breaking you and drugging you until you're compliant. And another thing fail to do as I say and you will be punished and trust me you don't want that. Have I made myself clear?" When asks me, still looking down at me like I'm filth underneath her shoes.

"Next, no secrets. If anything happens, good or bad, I want to know about it. If you have a question, ask. I'm an open book." That doesn't sound as terrible as the lying rule, so I nod again, taking another sip of coffee. "Lastly, you obey me in all things. Everything I ask, you do it. If you have concerns, I'll hear them out, but you follow my orders. You're here for a reason, and the sooner you accept that, the better. It'll be easier on you."

Damien said, without looking up from the paper he held. “It’s one minute,” she said, voice sharper than intended. “Your body is mine for ninety days,” he replied. “So is your time.” Calla sat slowly, gripping the linen napkin to keep her hands from shaking. She wasn’t used to this—the marble floors, the absurdly long table, the feeling of being watched like she was both prey and something precious. “You like rules?” she asked, eyes on her untouched coffee. “I like obedience.” “And what if I don’t give it?”

Waiting for his next question, I wonder what else he could ask. "You have to obey me and want to and find pleasure in it; there's no point saying yes and agreeing if you're going to sit and sulk for days after. If you disobey me, especially in front of people, you will be punished." His smile came back, teasing me, my mind remembering today and how much I loved the punishment. "Obey everything? How far does that go? Does that also mean what I wear and things I do as well?" I wasn't too sure about this part.

“Obey and he will love you.” “Obey or bleed.” “Obey or vanish.” Camela clasped her hands over her ears, trembling. “Stop! I won’t listen!” she yelled. The maid's voice slipped through the chaos, calm and cold. “If you refuse to listen, you will die here. The lesson is obedience. Survival demands it.” Camela's eyes burned with anger as she asked. “Obedience to who? To the masks? To him? To you?” The maid’s whisper sliced through the air like a blade. “Obedience to the truth you fear most,” she replied.

Oliver shook his head and tsked, “Forget these two, listen to me, little lamb. There are five rules you have to follow and obey while you live here with us and you are all good to settle down without worrying.” He held up his forefinger as he continued, “Rule number one. Do whatever is expected of you, in short, obey us. No questions, no delays, no disobedience. And it doesn’t just mean sex. You do exactly what’s expected of you, and you’ll be rewarded for your submission. Pleasure, comfort, maybe even kindness… Hell, maybe anything you want. I’ll give it all to you.”