Obey Me Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Y-Yeah… It is part of the deal, right?” He walked to me again and my heart skipped from that. Alpha Tobias stops from walking just an inch away from me. I looked up and was trying to stare at his ocean blue eyes. “Obey me, Slave.” Those three words rang a bell to me. My teeth were almost gritting and my fists were about to clenched, but I am still on myself. I control my emotions or else everything will be late. “What do you want me to do, Alpha Tobias?” I inquired and he grinned.

My lips parted wide, and I felt the cool air touch the wet space between them. “Now stay until I tell you to move.” “Yes, sir.” I stayed perfectly still and waited for his next words. It felt so good to obey him like that. Over the next three hours, he handled several business meetings and calls. He never acknowledged me or drew attention to me. But everyone who entered the room could see I was his submissive, his favorite. When half the day had passed, he finally reached down and pulled me close. He held me so we could both relax.

Within seconds, my body was reacting entirely different than any other rush of excitement I’d felt. As he lowered his head, pressing his lips against my cheek and ear, his heated words and breathless whisper could easily push me into a trance. “Come for me”He grunts When I said nothing, his nostrils flared. “You will learn to obey me. Come for me. Now.” Everything about his change in behavior was startling, his obsessive need something I thought only dreams were made of. And the strangest thing of all was that I wanted to obey him. The thought was crazy, so much so that the moment my toes started to cramp, actual shock tore through me.

I've been to uncle Grey's house countless times but he has never talked about having a son. I've always had this thing for Enzo, I just can't put my hand on it, I don't want to see him with anyone, throughout our school days I bullied him because I don't like the way he makes me feel, bullying him was my own way of letting him know I'll always be in his life. I've always been straight but when I'm with Enzo I just doubt myself. When I saw him today I felt happy, I was glad.

I said, then I watched his face morph into complete mischief all of a sudden. “Are you going to be obedient, a good girl? There's something I've been meaning to do to you, babe. I don't want you ever trying to leave me, so I have to own you in every possible way. Say you'll be obedient and let me.” Fuck. It was the hottest thing I had ever heard, the fact that he wanted to own me, to have me. This man! “Try me. Take me to hell.” I replied, snarky.

In the end, the two nearby colleagues, known for always sucking up to the supervisors, rushed forward and tried to physically shove me down into a groveling position. I struggled fiercely against their grip, the sting of shame burning in my eyes as tears threatened to fall. Zachary asked indifferently, "Have you already given up on the two thousand dollars meant for your mother?" In that single moment, every ounce of my energy completely deserted me. I ceased all resistance, yielding to their strength as they pushed me down onto the factory floor. In the end, the impact of my knees striking the floor resonated dully, drowned out by the factory worker's boisterous mocking. I stared defiantly

i said, trying to convince her. I wasn't lying actually! My ankle hurts real bad. “ Saanvi.....why do you always disobey him??? You know he'll hurt you when you disobey him. I'll help you, come with me" she sounded convincing. Although i didn't like her advice. I had to obey him. I had no other choice. Did i? Heaving a sigh of annoyance, I shook my head in a no. I won't obey him. I'm not his doll!

The question crawled under my skin, digging into places I didn’t want it to reach. Because wasn’t I? No. No. I refuse to let him get into my head. I swallowed, voice cold. “This is temporary. You don’t own me.” He just smiled. “You agreed to be obedient, Julian. Are you going back on your word?” I hated how that word sent something dark and heated through me. Obedient. Like I was something to be tamed. My fingers curled at my sides. “I agreed to your terms. That doesn’t mean I’m at your beck and call.”

“You need not be so afraid. Allow me to reassure you somewhat. As I said, I am not a dominant. I do not derive pleasure from inflicting or receiving pain. I derive pleasure from control, from obedience. You will do what I say, comply to my wishes but, I promise you, you will always find my wishes to be for your own pleasure, and for your own benefit. I will never hurt you. Never. I will not strike you. I will not bind you, or if I do, it will be your own compliance that keeps you bound.” “Why?” I blinked behind the blindfold, squeezed my eyes shut, and felt a tear trickle down my cheek. “Why me? Why will I obey you?” Obey. I hated that word. I’d never been obedient. I didn’t always do what I

''But, I see you don't do it wholeheartedly…'' ''I did...'' "No, you're still selfish." ''What do you mean?'' ''You're rude, you don't care, you do as you please... you never thought whether this would suit my taste or not?!'' "Of course I care about you, but remember, if you want to live, you have to obey me! That's the rule... Woman, you will come with me, you will live with me... You have to follow my way of life, not me, who will follow yours! You have to obey if you want to stay alive!''