Obey Me Mc Novels & Stories

"Ejakpa bridge? Hmm. That area is filled with gangsters. I know most of them." "Is he a new person in the area? Or do i know him?" "I don't think you know him boss." "I see." Sammy interrupted. "Boss, you haven't said anything yet about that stuff." "Which?" "Odeshi." "Oh! Yeah. That's true. Odeshi needs to take place. We can't trust anyone. Don't even trust your self because no one can be trusted. Understand?" "Yes, boss." They all replied. "One of these days, we would travel to odejim jim. He would activate odeshi on us."

Just the faint scrape of a chair as someone tried to sit straighter. I leaned back. My fingers tapped against the armrest. Slow. Rhythmic. A sound that would haunt them for weeks. “You want to survive this war?” I asked. “Then follow my lead. You don’t have to like me. You don’t have to trust me. You just have to fucking obey.” And one by one, they obeyed. Chins lowered. Voices silenced. Heads bowed. I didn’t smile. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t move.

I HEREBY SURRENDER EXCLUSIVE RIGHT OF OWNERSHIP OVER MY BODY, MIND, SOUL TO MY MISTRESS. Whip! RULE NO. 2: I SHALL OBEY MY MISTRESS AT ALL TIMES. I SHALL HEED TO HER ORDERS, DEVOTE MYSELF TO HER NEEDS, SURRENDER TO HER WILL FOR AS LONG AS THE CONTRACT STANDS. Whip! Whip!

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

"We did our job, and we got our payment!" Jeniece's voice rang out, triumphant and cold, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Don't forget, I revived you, Victoria. You are bound to me!" Her words, laced with a dark power, echoed in the air as she stomped toward the door, her heavy footsteps thudding on the wooden floor. Her smile didn’t fade, not for a moment. It was the smile of someone who knew she had control.

I didn’t know what kind of punishment disobedience would bring and I was too curious to risk finding out just yet. When I finally whimpered, unable to hold it back, he leaned down, his wet lips brushing my ear. “You’re going to come when I say. Not before.” My body shook. I was desperate to release. But I had to obey. I nodded. He fucked me harder, deeper. I could feel his own release building. “Now,” he growled. “Cum now.” With a heavy groan, I obeyed. My body jerked beneath him as I came inside him. Sage followed, his nails digging into my shoulders, his head thrown back as a cry of pleasure escaped his lips.

“Now spread your legs” Sofia did it. Trembling. Her pussy dripping. He crouched low, stared, ran a finger through it He sucked that finger slowly. “You all wanted fun?” He stood tall. Cock still hard. Still angry. “Now you’ll fucking pay for it.” He dragged a chair behind him. Sat. Spread his legs. “Crawl. All three of you. To your knees between mine.” They obeyed. He pointed at his cock. “First one to make me cum gets not to he punished”

said one of Kevin's subordinate. "You don't have to do anything complicated or convoluted. Just call me or make a false call on the phone. I'll send you a message afterwards, depending on the situation there. My nagging mom will just think it's a call from people and I'll act like I'm just too lazy to answer. Kevin's underling nodded in understanding. Seeing that the people he had sent had understood, Kevin took the initiative to give them another message.

with a deadpan that almost made me laugh. Almost. It irritated me. Which, of course, only intrigued me more. I liked obedience. Expected it. I didn’t work with men who couldn’t follow orders. I didn’t live with anyone who questioned my structure. So why did his rebellion feel less like a threat… and more like a hook in my chest? Because he’s malleable, I told myself. Because under the sarcasm and twitchy fingers, he was a mess of unresolved tension and misplaced pride. And that kind of boy — the clever kind, the sharp kind — always begged best when broken in right.

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.