Obey Me Shall We Date Novels & Stories

Sebastian frowned. The word 'date' felt like a trigger to his possessive and overly jealous self. “You set up a date for them?” he asked, venomously as his face turned grim. Bammie smirked, as if she knew exactly what's going on in his mind. “Don't be jealous. It's already in the past and in fact, that date was not just the two of them. They have like.. a chaperone,” she snickered.

"I have no idea. I haven't dated in years. And we're not exactly normal people." He laughs. "No. We're really not." "Maybe we just...see each other? While we're both in Milan? Spend time together. Talk. Figure out if we actually enjoy each other's company." "I already know I enjoy your company." "Humor me." "Fine. We date. In Milan. Fashion week dating. Very glamorous." "Very complicated, you mean. We both have commitments. Events. Meetings." "So we work around them. Breakfast before meetings. Late dinners after events. Stolen moments between obligations."

As if on cue, we both tilted our heads sideways and looked at each other. "So, when's your date?" He asked softly. "7:00 PM tomorrow." I said, my tone matching his. His smile disappeared a little, "Okay." "Okay." God, I hope I know what I am doing. _______

Damien said, without looking up from the paper he held. “It’s one minute,” she said, voice sharper than intended. “Your body is mine for ninety days,” he replied. “So is your time.” Calla sat slowly, gripping the linen napkin to keep her hands from shaking. She wasn’t used to this—the marble floors, the absurdly long table, the feeling of being watched like she was both prey and something precious. “You like rules?” she asked, eyes on her untouched coffee. “I like obedience.” “And what if I don’t give it?”

"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

Cassandra's POV Jessa stared at me like I’d grown two heads. “You’re really going on a date?” I grinned, flopping onto the couch with my phone in hand. “Yep. Tonight.” “With who?” “Seven.” Her face scrunched up. “That guy with the weird name you met yesterday? You cannot be serious.” “I’m very serious.” I kicked my legs up onto the coffee table, ignoring her glare. “Dinner. Maybe dessert. We’ll see.”

I had to be, or I wouldn't have let the next words come out of my mouth. "Would you be interested in a date?" "A date?" "Yes, you know, when two people go out and get to know each other? Explore their likes and dislikes? Learn what makes the other tick? A date." "Mistress Lydia will not allow me to date you." My eyes traveled to her neck. "You're not wearing your collar now, we're not in the club, and I'm asking you, not Angela the sub, for a date." "But I am Mistress Lydia's sub."

"What will I wear?" "Something tight," I said. "Something that makes it impossible for him to look away. We're going to distract him until we bleed him dry." I took his hand. "Let's go tell your dad we're going out for the evening." Toby squeezed my hand. "Okay, Daddy." We walked into the living room. Mark looked up. "You guys going somewhere?" Mark asked. "Yeah," I said. "Toby and I have a date." Mark frowned. "A date? Since when do you go on dates?"

Inner Devil 2: ‘Or we can ruin the date completely and keep the man to ourselves, Freya! A hiss left Kenneth’s lips. He said, “No.” “Nothing is wrong with me,” he plainly said. “They are the ones who want me. They should adjust.” Freya: “...” “Come on,” Freya insisted. “Tell me when your next date is. I’m just going to observe. You won’t mind, do you?” “When is your next date?” he threw the question back. Freya rolled her eyes. “Lunchtime tomorrow. Geneva already set it up. I can’t change it.”

'' I scolded myself. '' Aiden...'' I wanted to let him down easily, but then he interrupted me, saying. '' Go out with me, I want to take you out on a date,'' He said and I froze. '' What?'' I let out. '' A Date Isabella. Go out with me. You know that I said when I finally got to take you out on a date, it was going to be special, so make me the happiest man right now by saying yes. I promise you will not regret it,'' Aiden said, and he stared at me so intensely, waiting for my answer.