Obey Me Lesson Answers Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*

I will givе уоu two орtiоnѕ. Yоu саn obey me оr уоu саn disobey me. Onе of these dесiѕiоnѕ will lead уоu tо die in a раinful way. Whiсh dо уоu сhооѕе?" "I'll do whаt уоu ѕау." "I want tо hеаr frоm you that уоu will obey." She fеlt ѕiсk, but they wеrе juѕt wоrdѕ.

He stood back up, towering over me with a smirk curling his lips that made fresh shivers run through my body, his eyes raking over me like he was seeing right through to the mess I was becoming inside. “Scaring you? Good, maybe that’ll finally get through that thick skull of yours. You think blowing off chores is no big deal? Ignoring every single rule I put in place? No, Mercy, this is what happens when you act like a total brat—time for a proper lesson in obedience.”

I was completely at his mercy. “First lesson,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Obedience. You will do what I say, when I say it, without question. Your pleasure is irrelevant. Your desires are irrelevant. The only thing that matters is my satisfaction. Do you understand?” I nodded, my throat too tight to form words. “Say it,” he commanded. “I… I understand,” I whispered. “Good.” He sat back on his heels, his eyes roaming over my body. “Take off the top.”

- I say and my arms fall forward at finally being free. I threaten to turn around but he grabs my arms and holds me back to the wall with him holding me. - I didn't tell you to turn around. - He says close to my ear and I struggle to let go. - You must learn to obey rules and orders, of course, if you want to stay alive. "You will learn to obey and follow orders, by hook or by crook. We command, you obey" - I will not follow orders, especially from people who feel the authority of the place, from men. If you expect me to feel like a good puppy, spare your efforts, I won't follow you. - I say rudely to him who turns me brutally.

“And I don’t tolerate disobedience.” Her stomach twisted with fear—and something else, something hotter that she hated herself for. “Adrian…” “On your knees.” The command dropped heavy between them. She froze, heart pounding, but his gaze brooked no refusal. Slowly, almost against her will, she sank to the floor, her palms pressed to the soft rug.

"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."

"I want you to listen carefully and remember what I say because I don't like repetition. Understand?" Jenna nodded. "1. You will always listen to me and obey me. 2. You will not argue with me about anything I do. Let me do whatever I want with you. 3. You will not run away. 4. You will be punished if you disobey. 5. You will not go anywhere unless I tell you to. If there are new rules, I will tell you. Remember them well, because if you don't obey them, your life with me will be very difficult. Are there any questions?"

As I left my audience with the King of idiots my head was spinning. I had way more questions than answers and I had no idea when, or if, I’d ever get a real explanation. Clearly Mr ‘Obey Me’ didn’t think I was worth giving any answers to, and there was no way I was going to try and ask my escort as I was sure he considered it ‘not my business’. Of course, why would the direction of my life be my business? I hated werewolves.

“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.