Solomon Obey Me Novels & Stories

I needed information for that. “Soloman, I need your help.”

Sure enough, she could see Roman standing next to Soloman's S7 looking bored while he waited for her. "We haven't even begun yet, little girl, and we will never be over," Soloman's voice whipped through the phone. "Go get dressed right now or Roman will come through that door in two minutes and drag your ass down to my club, naked or not. I'm partial to the second option, although if you force my man to put his hands on your bare body, you better believe I will beat your ass when I get my hands on it."

I lower my head, I'm sobbing now. "I love you Abijah, I never wanted you afraid of me, I only need your obedience," he says persuasively. "Then teach me." I whisper. Wait what the hell am I saying?! But his voice and countenance changed to a more darker, colder tone, "And I Will Have It! No matter what you WILL OBEY ME ABIJAH! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

I scroll past Oba's name in my encrypted phone. Oba is our logistics guy. He procures weapons, vehicles, and safe houses with zero paper trail, and to anyone watching, zero effort as well. He’s exceptionally good at his job and will undoubtedly be able to find me exactly what I’m looking for. But if I ask Oba to find a high-end BDSM dungeon, he will ask questions. He will make jokes. And I’m not subjecting something so personal between me and Oliver to the team's commentary before we even establish the foundation.

"Why do you keep quiet?" "I learned a long time ago that it doesn't matter if I beg or not... The more I begged, the more they pleasured me... So I stopped, just as I got used to the pain. I don't have to feel anything. I don't have to think, I just have to obey." I answered the truth I'd learned during my years of life. "It's the only thing they can order you to do, but you'll never do it... Even if I tell you to moan into my hands, you won't..." My Master then leaned over. "Look at me." I obeyed, raising my face. "That's called pride..."

she took a deep breath and smiled, silently thanking and praying for the kind, thoughtful woman. She quickly clicked on her phone to call Mrs Obi. "Hi, Sola. I trust you got home safe?" Mr Obi's stern, but cheerful voice piped from the other side on the phone. "Um... Yes.. Yes, Ma. I just counted the cash you paid me... Thank you so much, Ma. I never expected—" "No, darling. Don't mention. I'm happy to do it. You deserve it. I'm loving my compound actually.. You really work magic!"

"Calm down Samantha, please listen to everything you need to know, these is all for your own sake!" Alenna told her so she just calmed down and was ready to listen to whatever they had to say. "For your own sake Samantha and in order for you to be able to defend yourself you need to discipline yourself as well. Because you are the one referred to in the prophecy as the fulfillment for a successful leadership and unity to all of the creatures under these immense ocean. That is, if you can overcome all the dangers and trials you are facing right now.

Someone that will not utter such things. "One more thing, aren't you even thinking? Seriously Stephan? You gave this bracelet to that bitch without thinking that I might recognize it? It is custom made for Pete's sake. What do you think of the words written on it? Just a design? They're not just figures, you idiot! That's my name, Yngrid. It is written in Baybayin style and then I carved it personally. When did Melody become Yngrid? Asshole! " she litany one after another.

Sandra smiled, fighting the urge to laugh as she tucked it into the top of her boot and slid her pants back down across the leather. “I’m an American,” she answered. “Don’t we all know how to use guns?” “We’ll stay close. The first time you need us, just signal and we’ll move in.” “I’ll be fine for now, but keep your distance, he’s very antsy. I don’t want to give him any more cause to be alarmed.” Morris nodded and walked to the door as it suddenly pushed open and Bachmeier stepped in, his hand around Sabrina’s arm. “What the hell is going on?” he growled.