Obey Me Simeon Novels & Stories

His fingers plunged into her slick heat, and she cried out, the sound echoing in the steel cage of the elevator. Every stroke, every curl of his fingers was rough, merciless, designed to remind her that she wasn’t just his weapon, wasn’t just his trophy. She was his possession, his addiction, his perfect little weakness. And when she shattered against his hand, gasping his name, his lips dragged across her ear as he whispered the promise that made her shiver to her core: “Obey me, Sienna… and I’ll give you the world.”

Complaint of Simeon in his teenage days. “What? You should do this on your own free will. My mom said that.” “How ‘bout you? Do you really want to serve here in church? It’s boring, you know.” “If you want it, you’ll appreciate it.” Timotheus was so eager to serve the church by the support of his mother. But after the incident happened that ended up killing his mother, his faith was shaken. He stepped down from serving and almost didn’t attend church. Simeon decided to follow him because he doesn’t want to do it in the first place.

I screech, kicking at the solid metal bars. "Under Alpha's orders, I can do anything." Simon says, turning and walking back down the hallway. "SIMON!! YOU ASSHOLE!" I scream, latching my hand onto the bars and hissing when the contact sends a spark of pain through my body. In less than a second, Simon is back in front of me, his hands reaching through the bars. He wraps them around my neck and harshly squeezes. "You do not disrespect me, Omega." Simon spits, "I am the Beta of this pack and by disrespecting me you disrespect the Alpha."

Simon heard the closing of the door after which his mother, along with his uncle had been dragged out of the inner circle and everything around him seem to slow down. He stood there, reflecting on it all, and then he looked at Elder Samuel when he said to him; “Simone committed a grave sin this time. How are you going to deal with her?”

My eyes were not on him, but on Simon. He sat upright, folding his napkin like it mattered more than breathing. He always went pale each time John asked him a question. The Reverend kept emphasizing obedience and submission. But something was off. Simon curled his hands till his knuckles turned white. His response was polite and calculated like the practiced smiles he gave out. The kind of response you give unwillingly. He scanned everybody, watching who was looking at him. He leaned slowly to Simon. I watched Simon’s body freeze. He didn’t look at him or anyone, his gaze bore deeply on the tiles beneath him.

"You know something, Leila. I think the first thing we need to establish is your ability to follow instructions. You do as I say or we'd have problems and I'm pretty sure you don't want that. Do you understand?" He said while looking her in the eyes. He held her gaze as he watched her nod her head to show that she understood each word he said. "Now, act like the obedient girl you are and get these off and follow me." He said while pointing at the bra and top she had put on. She nodded again as she was now too scared to speak out. In seconds, she was standing before him in her naked glory. He stepped closer and stood directly in front of her. He raised his hand and began to rub her right pink

'You have been more than a little defiant as of late,' he said, leaning forward slightly. 'I... I'm sorry, sir,' I whispered, the submission slipping out instinctively, stirring something deep within me. He held my gaze, unyielding. 'Before I can even begin to consider sharing my plan with you, I need to know you're still my sub. If you strip right now, I'll know you trust me as a dom, and I'll share at least part of my plan with you.'

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

For every step that Simon took that brought him closer to Anders’ office, Veil wished she had telepathy each time. Perhaps, if she lived in some fantasy world where she could wish things to be, she would have screamed at Simon from her head, telling him to turn around and go back to his office. But this was no fantasy, and Simon was mandated to obey every one of Anders’ commands. He was still the CEO of Kingston Groups, and as such, even the smallest instruction mattered.

I wanted it inside me, I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think. He was still talking, voice low and filthy. “If they push back on the penalty again, we walk. Simple as that. We don’t need their business if they’re gonna waste our time.” His fingers pushed inside me then, two at once, curling just right. I gasped, forehead dropping to his shoulder. “That’s it, take what you need. Ride my fingers while I talk business. You’re such a good girl for me, Nyra. So fucking wet and tight.”