She Rules, They Obey Novels & Stories

Our daughter's security was assured. The price of vengeance was exacted in the only manner I knew. "Respect. It is not a request, it's a demand. Extend it to me and, more crucially, to your Queen, Rebecca Cavalieri. Disparage her, and you'll breathe your last. She is your superior. Obey her like devoted hounds," I growled, a reminder etched in their minds. Bowing ensued, obedience symbolized. A fleeting smile graced my lips.

"Now, let's review the new rules, shall we?" My mind raced with anticipation. What would these new rules entail? How far would he go? I bit my lip, torn between excitement and apprehension. "Rule one," Sebastian began, his voice low and commanding. "You will address me as 'sir' at all times whilst we play. Failure to do so will result in immediate punishment." I nodded, my pulse quickening. "Yes, sir," I responded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Rule two: You will obey every command without hesitation. Disobedience or sass will earn you a spanking. The severity will depend on my mood."

I came to a halt when I remembered what he said to me in the car. "I—ah! I mean, what are those rules exactly?" I inquired as I attempted to change the subject. "Okay, so here are some rules that you must rigorously obey in all circumstances, even if you don't want to, or else the repercussions will be dire." As she began to explain, I nodded. "First and foremost, never, ever speak up unless he asks you to, and never, ever talk back to your master. Second, understand that their orders are final! This must be done carefully and correctly.

She’s pretty… She looks younger in person… I kept my chin up and kept walking. Brayden didn’t slow until we reached the top floor. He pushed open double doors and motioned me inside. His office was massive. He shut the door. “Rule one,” he said, crossing to his desk. “You answer when spoken to. ‘Yes, sir’ only.” I swallowed. “Yes, sir.” “Rule two. You do not speak to my staff about me or our relationship. Ever.” “Yes, sir.” He stepped closer. “Rule three. If I give an order, you obey immediately. Without hesitation. And if you disobey you’re terminated immediately. Clear?”

I say, she can’t keep running around fighting with her brother or us. “What rules?” she says shocked. “No fighting,” Me and James say at the same time, that’s her first rule. “Fine,” she whines. “We’ll go from there, obey us, and do as we say,” I say, deciding to go easy on her. “What he said,” James says making me smile, we’re agreeing on things finally.

Her hand dipped into the box again, this time pulling out a folded piece of paper. “I figured you might need a reminder,” she said, unfolding the paper and holding it up for me to see. Rules of the Loser (Omega): 1. Absolute Obedience: The Omega must follow every command issued by the Alpha, no matter how demeaning, dangerous, or humiliating. Disobedience will result in public punishment decided by the Alpha. 2. Servitude: The Omega forfeits all personal rights and becomes the Alpha’s servant, performing tasks regardless of how degrading.

“This is the first lesson. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?” She nodded quickly, voice breaking. “Yes. I understand.” He stopped at the end of the bed again, arms crossed over his muscular chest. “You’re going to wait for my first demand. It could come tonight. It could come tomorrow. Whenever I decide and when it does, you will not argue. You will not make excuses. You will obey like the woman in that video you were watching.” Rebecca’s lips trembled. More tears slipped down, she could still taste the faint salt from her own fingers on her skin. The laptop screen had gone dark, but the memory of what she had been watching burned in her mind.

“I don't have to remind you to stay close to me, do I?” She shook her head. “You don't need rules, right? Rules are for disobedient girls. You’re my girl. And you’re obedient, aren't you?” She nodded. “Words, Summer,” I nearly snapped. “I need to hear you say it.” “I don’t need rules,” she started. “I’m your girl… your obedient girl.”

"If you want to stay here, you have to obey my rules. Are you up to it?" Eva lifted her chin. "What are the rules?"

“What?” “Strip,” she repeated, her tongue running across her lips. “Show us what your body looks like since you’re so proud.” I turned to Leone, hoping—just hoping—he would stop her. But he only smirked, his gaze heavy on me. “Obey.” “I won’t,” I said sharply, my voice shaking but firm. Isabella’s voice rose. “Are you refusing the order of the king?” Leone leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Do you remember what happens when you disobey me? Do you remember what I hold over your head?”