Novel & Cerita Obey Me

I let my eyes turn black to let him know it's an alpha's order . You can't disobey your alpha's order . It's almost impossible .

"Rule two: you take orders without question. I'm not interested in explanations, excuses, or omega tears. When I order you to do something, you do it." His tone was as icy as metal, and I instinctively recoiled. This I had learned, at least. To submit to power. "Rule three: you don't go wandering off from this settlement alone. The neutral territories are infested with beasts that would absolutely love to tear to pieces a helpless omega, and I won't risk my people's lives sending out rescue parties because you wanted to go for a stroll." "I understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?" He knelt down so we were eye to eye, his eyes blazing. "Because understanding and obeying

He orders darkly. I look at him, unconvinced. He’s so dressed, and yet he wants me to ruin his suit with my feet. “I can get another suit, just as I ordered you an entire wardrobe two days ago, Kitten. So do as I say. Remember. Obey.” He warns. I nod, remembering the only rule he said to me the morning after I was brought here. “Always obey me, so I can save you.” So now, I obey. Because I want to be saved. I don't want the cult to get me. To kill me. To harvest my organs.

She’s listening, just barely, but it’s a start. Koa steps forward quietly, his voice measured, unassuming but firm. “Rules exist to protect you. Obey them, not because I demand it, but because your life depends on it.” His gaze sweeps the trio, and they flinch, some instinctive respect for him forming even as their defiance simmers.

He wraps it around my neck and fastens it smiling. "I promise to you, my Master, Sir, Daddy Dom. That I promise only to be owned by you, and I do it of free will because I want you, and only you to own me. I promise to obey your orders, and when I am in my brat way, I promise to obey the orders but in the most inconvenient ways. I promise that I will submit to you solely except for when you agree to others, and I will not speak or act inappropriately to anyone else who comes my way."

Adrian stood there, satisfied, watching me with a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I can let you go,” he said, his tone almost mocking, “but from now on, you must obey me unconditionally. Report every single thing you do, every lead you find.” He leaned in closer, his voice getting dangerously low. “And if you disobey me, Isla, I will make sure you regret it.”

Five items, typed neatly. 1. You obey my voice. 2. No touching unless instructed. 3. You speak only when I ask a question. 4. You wear what I give you. 5. You come when I say so. My mouth went dry. “You want me to follow these?” His voice dropped low. “Only if you want to keep seeing me. Only if you’re ready to give up control.” “What if I say no?” He stepped forward, crowding me against the glass wall. “Then I’ll walk away. You’ll go back to your desk, and I’ll pretend I don’t think about bending you over it every time you call me sir.”

"You're... letting me go? After?" "Why would I keep you?" He said it so casually, like I was a tool. "This is a contract, nothing more. I’ll fuck you until you get pregnant and you do your part in carrying my heir.” I glared at him. "And if I refuse?" "You can't." He leaned against the dresser. "Because the third rule is that you obey me in everything. Whatever I want, whenever I want it. In bed and out of it. Do you understand?"

The word felt strange on my tongue. “Good girl.” He reached out and gently lifted my chin so I had to look directly into his cold green eyes. “Rule number one: You will always address me as Sir. Rule number two: You will keep yourself available to me at all times. That means no underwear unless I say so. Rule number three: You will obey every command without hesitation. If you refuse or argue, you will be punished.”

I asked even though some filthy part of me already guessed. My mind raced with images of him ordering me around making me drop to my knees right here in the kitchen sucking him off as payment. Jeez, I was disgusted with myself for how much that turned me on. He leaned in a little, his breath warm against my forehead. “You obey me Zara. When I say jump you ask how high. When I tell you to be at my door at a certain time you show up on time dressed how I want. No backtalk, no excuses and your body follows my rules just like the rest of this building.”