Obey Me Simeon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I want you to get wet again, I want your pussy to say my name again and I want you to want and crave me so bad that the thought of not being with you drives you crazy.” His voice sounded dark. I wondered what he was thinking now. “Where do we start from?” “Simon says that you should sit on the bed first, spread your legs, open your pussy up, finger yourself for two minutes and dip all your hands into Simon’s mouth.” He bit the sides of his lips after talking and he gave me an evil chuckle. “Sounds like Simon wants a taste of his apprentice.” “Most likely. But I want to make sure that you are wet too.”

Simon was taken aback by the narrowing of Esme's eyes and the angry radiance that emanated from her. He has known Esme for a very long time, and he has always been under the impression that Esme acted immaturely somewhere between a child and a teenager. This is the very first time that he has witnessed her acting in such an imperious manner and demanding authority from others. Because of this, he felt compelled to obey her without question. "If that is the case, Esme, I will see you later." Simon clenched his fists and prepared to walk away from the table. "Mr Simon?" When Esme yelled out, Simon stopped what he was doing.

Ezra raised his head and saw me, but they didn't stop scrambling for the knife. “Kim, get out of here!” Isaac ordered me but I ignored him. "Leave it." Ezra didn't seem very convinced. "The police are on their way. If you let Isaac I will go with you.” Ezra got up with knife in hand and walked over to me. It was too late to go back, out of the corner of my eye I could see that Isaac couldn't get up and was bleeding to death. It was a very difficult scene for me to see. Ezra started stroking my hair with his bloody hand and I had to hold back the urge to throw up. He brought the knife to my neck and looked at me with frivolous eyes.

She sighed relieved thinking her session of this torturous S3x has ended but she should have known better. Simon sat on the bed, and make Isabella kneel in front of him, of his hard c*ck. "Suck on it" He ordered her and she licks the tip as she trembled in fear. Disobeying him will only make things more hard for her, and she has no power to go against him. Who she could blame or vent her hatred and anger on was other than that b*tch tied to the chair, shedding fakes tears.

Simeon stared at me dead in the eyes while his papers fly around us the moment I slammed my hands over his table. As usual his office is as neat as ever. Every corner of the expensive leather clad ceiling is free of dust and his marble floor shines as bright as a gem. Everything that surrounds him screams control. And it's exciting to witness a vein pop on his temple when I messed up a little bit of his things. Simeon inhaled through his nostrils and leaned foward but remained composed. "It's not that the drugs are strong. It's the trials that are weak." I clenched my jaw. "And where will you find an omega strong enough to withstand that poison, huh?"

Simon rose from his seat. "Oh yeah, bring your credit card and car keys," said Simon, holding his hand out to Olivia, leaving her confused. "Why?" asked Olivia in confusion. "Grandpa will punish you because you're causing trouble. No going out and no facilities for the next week." "Grandpa!" whined Olivia. "You can't, Oliv. I've spoiled you too much." Simon sighed. "You must obey this time." After that, Simon walked away, leaving a completely frustrated Olivia there. ***

Serena obeyed at once. “I was wrong,” she said. Her voice was hoarse and mechanical. “I was disordered. I was selfish. I will be obedient. I will not resist.” “Again.” “I was wrong. I will be obedient.” The next clip showed her standing in a corridor with a tray balanced across both forearms, body swaying from exhaustion while an instructor corrected the angle of her shoulders with two fingers. Another showed her repeating courtesy phrases until the words blurred. Another showed her kneeling on chapel stone while a recording played nearby, forcing her to hear Lucien’s own name between commands to confess and begin again.

His PA also took his position. The meeting began. Mr Brown was trying to convince me to buy stocks from him. He had my attention but then it slipped when I noticed the looks his PA was giving Enzo, I tried to ignore to be professional and I did I was able to control myself for while. "Enzo," I called out to him, "Come sit next to me, I have to make sure you are taking down the minutes correctly." "But I am," he mumbled. I turned to him with a raised brow, he knew better than to disobey me. He murmured something I couldn't hear before coming to sit next to me.

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.

He's not a masochist. However, his heart cannot be calm, opposite to what he was showing to his brother. He cannot stop thinking about her and overthink about the consequences of his action. “Bro..” Simon tried to start a conversation but he was immediately cut off by Sebastian. “Open the speaker and play a song. It so fvcking quiet here,” Sebastian ordered. As an obedient brother, Simon did what he was told without any complains, not because he was scared of him, but because he knew his brother was dealing with some serious things inside him.