Obey Me Beel Novels & Stories

His aura is too infuriating to me. I made my way to grab the door, but a cool voice from behind made me to stop to take that door handle so fast " Come to work here from tomorrow at 2pm to 5pm, and Don't dare to disobey my words, cause I don't like persons who disobey me " These are the words came from the beats, I don't like those words, I don't like anyone giving orders. I'll disobey him for sure. I just want to turn around and want to give him a perfect reply like a slap on his face. But im not in that position to reply him, the kiss that caught me off guard.

“I’m watching for threats like the Alpha told me to.” “Oh my God,” Heather groaned softly. “You listen. Is that what that is? Is that obedience? I’ve never seen it in the wild before. Adorable.” Zane’s ears went a little red. Baylee did smile at that. Good. If Heather was teasing, it meant Heather wasn’t afraid enough to go silent yet. Melody crouched in front of Baylee and held out her free hand, palm up. “Okay,” she breathed. “Give me your hand.”

My muscles lock. “Look at you,” the elder says softly. “Still loyal.” My heart pounds against my ribs. Wild. Angry. “I will kill you,” I swear. The elder chuckles. “Not yet.” The symbol flares brighter. A voice fills my head. Low. Ancient. Obey. I grit my teeth until pain slices my gums. “No,” I whisper. Obey. I think of Aria. Her voice. Her strength. Her fire. Obey. I scream.

She called insultingly and I felt the beast in me rising to her words. “I will not only try something, I will make sure I teach you some obedience tonight Becca. An obedient lesson with my hard pulsing rod fully imbedded in you, rocking your world from what you know it to be.” I promised softly and I could feel her shock as she went weakly limb in my arms.

Phoebe nodded, her mind racing to recall the forbidden rules. First, no resistance. Second, no kissing. Third… "After it's over, take this pill. The boss doesn't want any trouble." Phoebe took the small white pill from him. She didn't know what it was, but the man had been clear—she had to obey. If she broke even one of the rules, she wouldn't get a single penny. She had no choice but to accept. "You can go in now." "Okay." Phoebe pressed her lips together, feeling as though her feet had turned to lead, each step harder than the last.

She calls. “What game am I about to play now?” Excited as she almost squeal in exhilaration. Beatrix snaps her finger as a chair emerges from the back of Alliah and put her into a comfortable seat. Together with her throne-like one that she sophistically took the gestures of like a God and sits upon. She started with the words. “Follow His wants and every command. Be his obedient daughter and do not make Kyle know about everything. For the path that He lays in front of you is the only way to have your desire as I will make sure to make it permanent the moment that you fulfill such feet.”

Sophia got a call from Marco later, she was given a location to come pick her daughter up. She took a cab and hurried there, it was on a private beach and was surrounded by guards. Isabella sat with Luca and she had a bright smile as she ate cake and there were more snacks on the table “Bella” Sophia hurried towards her and hugged her. “Are you okay?” she scanned her and saw that she was perfectly well and even eating a cake. “Mother, your friend is so kind,” Bella said and Sophia frowned before glancing at Luca. “You wanted to learn how to swim right? Marco will take you” Luca said and she nodded happily.

My summons, whether by text, call, or direct command, is to be answered immediately, regardless of time or circumstance. Rule 2: Attire. You will not wear underwear in my presence. Your wardrobe will be curated by me. You will wear only what I provide for you. Your body is to be displayed as I see fit. Rule 3: Obedience. You will obey my every command without question or hesitation. Hesitation will be met with punishment. Obedience will be rewarded. Rule 4: Pleasure. You will not touch yourself sexually without my express permission. Your orgasms belong to me. They are a reward to be earned, not a right to be taken.

I admitted. "And you're willing to do anything?" I watched him. His eyes were serious, no hint of amusement in them. I nodded, falling into the well-crafted trap. "Good. I'll not touch the girl” he leaned into me. “But you'll be very obedient Rebeccah” his voice dropped to a low whisper. “That means doing everything I say" his ominous voice sat against my throat like an executioner's blade. "I already do everything you say" I muttered under my breath.

The braid here is obedience and Olive was trained to obey until her bones squeaked. “She told you your hands belong to her,” I say, and Olive’s mouth goes hard. Good. “You tell it otherwise.” Olive looks down at the bell like she’s telling a man to leave her house. “You don’t own me,” she says, clear. She snips the tertiary clean and the bell falls into her palm like a broken promise. She drops it into vinegar without ceremony and it hisses but she doesn’t flinch. “Goddess,” Becky breathes, soft. “That one’s going in my archive.”