Obey Me Mc Novels & Stories

Daniel made a sound of approval behind me—primal and satisfied and hungry for more. “That’s for hesitating,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “When I give you an order, you obey immediately. No thinking. Just obedience. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” My voice broke on the apology. “You’ll be sorrier if you don’t learn.” Another spank, harder this time, the sound and my sharp cry echoing in the study. “Now push it out. Your body knows what to do even if your mind is fighting it.”

"Why do you keep quiet?" "I learned a long time ago that it doesn't matter if I beg or not... The more I begged, the more they pleasured me... So I stopped, just as I got used to the pain. I don't have to feel anything. I don't have to think, I just have to obey." I answered the truth I'd learned during my years of life. "It's the only thing they can order you to do, but you'll never do it... Even if I tell you to moan into my hands, you won't..." My Master then leaned over. "Look at me." I obeyed, raising my face. "That's called pride..."

"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.*

"He threatened me. If I'm not obedient, he'll punish the people around me." Ashton was stunned. Then she stood up and began to curse loudly. "What a pile of garbage he is!"

The word trembled from her lips, and it seared him like a hot poker, shoving a hot slam of desire up his cock. To reward her, he moved to her side and cupped her cheek in his palm. “You need to face yourself, cher. I’m not the enemy here. I can help you.” “I just can’t stop thinking that—” “You know the rules. Don’t think. Just obey.” She sighed. “I’ve never been good at obedience, sir. Ask my mother.” Smiling, he promised, “I’ll never ask you to clean your room or take out the trash. Obeying me will be a lot more pleasurable.”

Rage flows through me as he keeps sniffing my hair at the back. "Let me go!" I yelled. "Come on~ I know you're liking it." I can't smack his face at this position. I don't have any more strength to fight back but I'm doing my best to do so. Remember Serena, you need to protect yourself. I closed my eyes as those monsters tried to invade my mind again. With all force, I stomp his feet causing him to groan in pain while smiling. Is he on drugs? "Bastard."

“I don’t want other people to know my real identity.” Though he didn’t understand why Qeiza made such a strange agreement, Chin Hwa knew exactly there must be something behind it. He had no reasons but appreciated it. “Okay. From now on, I’ll just call you Ae Ri.” “Thanks a million.” “But, in one condition ….” Chin Hwa paused his sentence. He examined Qeiza’s expression for a few seconds. “I want you to call me ‘Oppa’ when we’re alone or outside the office,” he continued. “Is it okay?”

Stay with me baby. Tobi's Pov "Focus Tobi" I said to myself, after Emma left I couldn't stop thinking that maybe I was too hard on her, but what if I was, she deserved it right? Then why do I feel this guilty. "Call her man" Jim told me, since I had no sleep through out the night, Jim had forced me to cancel all of my appointment. "What are you still doing here?" I asked him angrily, I had forgotten he was still in possession of spare keys, when Nina told him I was ignoring her calls he decided to come check up on me.

destined to break everything I touch. But I can’t change now. Not for Mom, and certainly not for the new, bewildering feelings I have for Trish. I’m the freaking King of Mthland High and possibly the damn city.

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.