She Rules, They Obey Novels & Stories

“If I take you as my sub, you will have to obey all my orders and I know how disobedient you can be.” “I will be obedient for you,” she cooed. “It also means you will take discipline and punishment that are meted out to you without complaints, and all these rules doesn’t just apply to the bedroom alone, you will have to obey them out there as well. Are you okay with that?”

The display of raw power was both terrifying and surprising, reminding us all of Noah's position as the leader Blackmoon pack. "Who the hell do you think you are, questioning me?" Noah's voice echoed with a commanding force. "I am your alpha, and you are obligated to obey my every order until the day you die. Do you understand, you worthless punk?" Jerald's face burned with a mix of humiliation and fury. His body trembled involuntarily, succumbing to the overwhelming weight of Noah's alpha prowess. It was a stark reminder of the inherent hierarchy embedded within werewolf society—the unwavering obedience expected from those beneath the alpha's mantle.

“You speak with boldness, King of Ashes. I wonder if your courage will hold when your ten thousand are swallowed whole.” Samarth responded with a calm that unnerved even the winds, “I do not need it to hold. I need only obey. For the Lord shall do as He has spoken.” A silence settled between them—ancient, weighty, almost sacred. Then without another word, both rulers turned back toward their armies. The sky seemed to dim as if waiting to witness history. And the ground beneath them braced itself for what the heavens had already decreed. Samarth returned to the ranks of his army, the dust curling at his feet as if even the earth held its breath.

It's pathetic. One of the she-wolves beside me couldn't hold back. "Not everyone is as shameless as you, stealing another she-wolf's mate and then bragging about it." Raven glared at her. "How dare you speak to me that way? I'm the future Luna! Jack, strike her!" I stepped forward to stop her. "Raven, you're not the Luna yet. Watch your tone. This is Alpha Tristan's home. If anyone is to be disciplined here, it'll be by his hand, not yours."

Lena's POV. Gina peers down at me with a look of disdain in her eyes. I meet her stare head on, I'm not going to cower and be weak. "My number one rule is obedience, you follow that and you may just be able to get out of here sane and whole. But if you don't I'd take pleasure in breaking you and drugging you until you're compliant. And another thing fail to do as I say and you will be punished and trust me you don't want that. Have I made myself clear?" When asks me, still looking down at me like I'm filth underneath her shoes.

“Loyalty will be rewarded. Defiance will be remembered. I do not rule by impulse. I rule by consequence.” Silence answered her. Satisfied, Rebel turned back toward Elijah. Rebel’s eyes flicked to Elijah. “I’m ready,” she said softly, but the tension lingered in her voice. “Let them watch. Let them see what happens when the Queen is crossed.” Elijah nodded, pride and caution in equal measure. “Then we move forward. Together.” The pack watched, silent and respectful, aware that they were witnessing the dawn of a true queen—and that any who defied her would discover quickly that loyalty and power came with a price.

She gets my personal brand of torture, long and slow and repeatedly. "Two rules." I palm her throat lightly. She's going to look me in the eyes, and she is going to fucking obey me for once. "You will do exactly as I say, with a 'yes, sir,' every. Fucking. Time. Understood?" Anna nods. I growl and tighten my grip until she gets it. When she does, she sucks in a breath and whispers, "Yes, sir." "Rule Number Two: you will only come when I tell you to. Not even a millisecond before. Understood?"

She moaned softly against his mouth, letting him taste her. When she pulled away, all four men stood around her. Their eyes were dark. Hungry. Waiting. “This is how it works,” she said quietly. “I speak. You obey. And if I let you touch me, you better do it like your life depends on it.” She leaned back into the couch, crossing her legs with a slow, sinful smile. “And if you don’t, someone else will.” The room hummed with heat, their breathing heavy, the power already shifting.

She murmured. "First, you answer to only me. Second, you sleep in my room, beside my bed. Third, you must obey all my commands without question or hesitation. Fourth, you will only put on what I select for you, and nothing else. Fifth, you must seek my permission before you think of doing anything." The rules went on and on until Isabella felt her head spinning. "One more thing." He added. "If you are good, you will be rewarded. If not, you will be punished. Do you understand, Isabella?"

"A-and you're doing your punishments so I can learn from my mistakes?" "Yes, and also for you to follow the rules. Laws have rules and those people who don't follow it have to face punishments. And so this arrangement, Iris. You need to be afraid of the consequence for you to abide the rules . " Yes, I got it. He was above me. This arranged marriage was about me, following his every single rules like a pet. "And obeying you means even if no one is looking? Even if we're at work?" "I am your boss, whatelse do you expect?"