Obey Me X Reader Novels & Stories

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

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Before I could blink, he was in my face. All I felt was the whoosh of air and then his hand was around my neck, squeezing until I couldn’t breathe, his fingers digging into my skin. "The very first rule you should be aware of is that my girls never disobey me. So when I say something, you blindly obey. Understand?" he growled, his fangs extracted, his eyes red. I couldn’t even answer. His grip was like iron. So I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

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.”

I said, tears forming in my eyes. “Too bad,” he said. Something finally hit me. I could shoot him instead when he handed over the gun. “If you don’t kill her, I’ll kill you,” he said. “I can’t be with a disrespectful wife. And I’d rather see you dead than with another person.” I nodded. “Fine. I’ll obey you. Don’t shoot, please.” “Good. Pick up the shovel and bang her on the head with it,” he kicked the shovel closer.

Xalia let out a moan as she felt his boner rub against her clit. “But you have to obey my rules okay?” He asked and she moaned in response. He lifted her leg and spanked her lightly. She flinched and looked at him. “Use your words.” “Yes, I will obey.” She responded and he kissed her again. He moved his lips to her ear and bit it softly. “You can't touch me, neither can you raise your hands, you are going to spread them apart on the bed without moving them and you can't come until I ask you to, is that clear?” He whispered and she bit her lip, she tried to stop herself from moaning.

I say roughly, as I remove my hand from her throat. She scrambles to undress and I smell her arousal more clearly with her pants and panties gone. She stands still as she waits for my command. I walk back over to her bed and unzip my pants, releasing my erect cock. I take a seat on the edge of the bed, “Get on your knees, Omega.” She rushes over to me and kneels down, placing her hands on my thighs. My cock is inches from her face as she waits for my next command. I grab onto her brown locks and force her to look at me, “Who do you belong to, Omega?” “You Alpha,” she responds immediately. I smirk as I tighten my grip on her hair, “Who do you obey, Omega?” She eyes me before answerin

Jax’s eyes darkened as he looked at my body, the faint bite marks, the redness on my inner thighs, the way I still carried the evidence of being thoroughly used. “Interesting,” he murmured. “You’ve already been broken in. Good. That means I don’t have to be gentle.” He stepped closer, his massive frame making me feel tiny. “Rule number one,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “In this room, you obey me completely. No hesitation. No limits. You push until you break. Understood?” “Yes, sir,” I whispered, the word slipping out naturally. A dark smile crossed his face. “Good girl.”

The word trembled from her lips, and it seared him like a hot poker, shoving a hot slam of desire up his cock. To reward her, he moved to her side and cupped her cheek in his palm. “You need to face yourself, cher. I’m not the enemy here. I can help you.” “I just can’t stop thinking that—” “You know the rules. Don’t think. Just obey.” She sighed. “I’ve never been good at obedience, sir. Ask my mother.” Smiling, he promised, “I’ll never ask you to clean your room or take out the trash. Obeying me will be a lot more pleasurable.”

The Devourer’s presence coils tighter, wary now. You walk a dangerous line. I meet the pressure head-on, voice calm, unwavering. “So do you.” The heart beats again. Not a command. Not a threat. A recalibration. And in that moment, I understand the true shape of obedience. Not kneeling. Not touching. Not even staying close. It’s reacting when it expects you to. And we don’t.

Oliver shook his head and tsked, “Forget these two, listen to me, little lamb. There are five rules you have to follow and obey while you live here with us and you are all good to settle down without worrying.” He held up his forefinger as he continued, “Rule number one. Do whatever is expected of you, in short, obey us. No questions, no delays, no disobedience. And it doesn’t just mean sex. You do exactly what’s expected of you, and you’ll be rewarded for your submission. Pleasure, comfort, maybe even kindness… Hell, maybe anything you want. I’ll give it all to you.”