Obey Me Mc Novels & Stories

He lashed out, temper sharp, earning complaint after complaint from clients. The company called him in again and again. Eventually, reality ground him down. His pride and his fire were all gone. Now, he was little more than a supervisor, coasting along without fight or purpose. I listened, nodding, making the right noises of pity. But the truth? I wasn't a saint. A small, guilty part of me felt the tiniest flicker of satisfaction. Smiling, I saw the client off. When I turned, I spotted Adrian again, sitting in the corner.

he took a closer step. I felt a sudden burn at his closeness. The urge to suddenly strangle him to death came upon me. I don't know if I can really put up with seeing him around. I'd have to learn to—for Stephanie. "You will not speak unless spoken too, you'll not meddle in my private affairs. You'll do exactly what I tell you to, even if it means staying away from me and don't stare at me for too long" he stated his rules. He seems to think he's a god by following all these rules.

Using the last of my strength, I stood up and immediately adopted a contrite posture. Chelsea then slowly lowered her raised hand that was undoubtedly about to strike me. I returned to the broom closet. The stinging pain of the alcohol disinfectant felt like shards of glass cutting through my entire body. Derrick slowly pushed open the door and disdainfully kicked the dog bowl of food toward my feet. "Dobey's leftovers. They're all Grade-A meat. Finish every scrap and don't you dare waste anything! Might as well let it do something for your body." I respectfully picked up the leftovers and bowed down to thank him. "Thank you, Mr. Carpenter."

a sob works its way through me, making me shake. “Baby” he whispers the word, pulling me on top of him. He sits up, me in his lap as he cups my head. “You give me so much. Just being here with you. We don’t know if you can be marked again, and if you can’t? That’s something we will deal with when the information comes. But either way, I want you. I’ll always want you. I’ll be here as long as you let me Oaks. I want you "His words are raw, and they hit me hard.

"Do you agree to that?" She pushed her ass back into his hand. "Yes, sir. All of it. You're in control." He slid a finger between her ass crack, toying with her dark hole a moment before slipping his finger further down to her wet slit. "I'm now the master, and you're my submissive. I make all the rules, and you will obey them without hesitation. I trump everyone else, even your mother, especially your mother. Agreed?" She nodded, moaning slightly as she felt his finger toying at her entrance. "Yes, sir. I'll obey only you in everything."

‘Eat. I could feel the authority in his voice, he wanted me to obey him without question. He sounded like someone who was used to being in control but with me, he was losing control of himself. ‘How about this then? You tell me what it is you want with me, and I consider eating your meal,’ I could feel myself getting paranoid. It was my first time meeting him, yet things are starting to go wrong with the way he commanded my attention at first and now he wants me to obey him without asking questions. He was every inch different from the way the media painted him to be.

I just have to resist this pull to him. “It’s not a threat. It’s a promise. You have some free will. However, when I make a decision and give you an order, you obey. It’s even better if you obey without questions, hesitation, and attitude. I know that will come with time. I don’t expect you to obey me so willingly. I expect you to fight me, but you will give in eventually.” “Very confident in yourself that I’ll just bend to your will so easily. You might have my soul, you might command me, and I might be enslaved to you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll bend to your will so easily.”

"I'm firing you from the agency but you'll begin to work with me here in my suite. Whatever you intend to do, you must finish it early enough for you to come back to this bathroom and make a bubble bath just like I showed you earlier. You will also be clad in the clothes or lingerie I want you to. You can't question me. I make all the decisions while you only follow them to the latter. Is that understood?" He asked as he inserted his fore finger into her pussy. "Yes sir." Leila's throat was dry. She felt her tongue had stuck to the roof of her mouth. She knew not responding was going to earn her a punishment so she lifted her heavy tongue and replied to him feebly. She knew she was in troubl

“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.

His fingers plunged into her slick heat, and she cried out, the sound echoing in the steel cage of the elevator. Every stroke, every curl of his fingers was rough, merciless, designed to remind her that she wasn’t just his weapon, wasn’t just his trophy. She was his possession, his addiction, his perfect little weakness. And when she shattered against his hand, gasping his name, his lips dragged across her ear as he whispered the promise that made her shiver to her core: “Obey me, Sienna… and I’ll give you the world.”