Novel & Cerita Your Obedient Servant Lyrics

My chest ached, pulse racing, and my lips parted slightly, as if they knew a truth my mind refused. “You will learn to obey,” he said softly, trailing a finger along my arm, down my side. “Obedience doesn’t mean weakness. It means knowing your place… your purpose… under me.” I swallowed, trembling. “I… I won’t—” His hand lifted to my chin, tilting my face so our eyes met. “You will. And the moment you realize it… Victoria… you’ll crave me. You’ll hate yourself for it. And I will enjoy it.”

"I am the lion. I'm wild and untamed, but I'll only obey you." NOTE: Oh, the struggle of releasing Jacob Hansley from my thoughts! Goodness gracious, he's as green as can be, the epitome of greenness! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

They paused just long enough to remind me that silence can say more than scripture. “Miss” He glanced down the attendance sheet. “Daniels, is it? You wrote your entrance essay on the paradox of obedience. Stand, please.” My pulse stumbled. I rose, clutching the hem of my cardigan. “Yes, sir.” “Do you believe obedience and goodness are the same?” A few students turned, waiting for me to falter. I didn’t. “No, sir. Obedience is comfort. Goodness is a choice.” His expression didn’t change, but a flicker of approval or recognition passed behind his eyes. “And when choice defies God?”

I wonder what they mean by that. "Are you there?" She asks me in a loud voice. "Yes, yes, I am here. I heard you", I chant, blinking again to process everything and to think of what to do next. I should start by becoming obedient since he is next in line to my employer who is his mother. Then I will no longer reply to every single thing he says to me and I will nod my head like I used to do to the doctor in respect. It wouldn't take anything off my body, I can only be furious when Antonio begins to take pride in me being his worker

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!"

"Put your hands where we can see them! Now!" Abel walked towards them fearlessly with both his hands in the air. An agent ran towards him, brought Abel's hands down and handcuffed them.... 🎵Lord, Have mercy on me🎵 🎵Have Mercy on my soul🎵 🎵Don't let my heart turn cold🎵 🎵Have Mercy on many men🎵 . . . . The Following Morning

I nodded and replied, "Yes, Father." Father Jacob then said, "I want you to work your sinful ass up and down until I say otherwise. You will stay quiet and listen to my sermon. Do you understand, my son?" I nodded and again replied, "Yes, Father." Father Jacob nodded back grimly but I could see the small smile in the corners of his mouth and a look that indicated his subtle pride and satisfaction of my submission and obedience in his eyes. I felt my heart swell with joy and delight at having pleased the Father. I began to slowly work my asshole up and down Father Jacob's hard cock as he began his sermon on the proper obedience and servitude of a young man to a priest.

“It won’t.” He straightened. “This isn’t about me.” “It always is,” I snapped and the smile on his face vanished. In an instant, his hand gripped my throat and I was choking on my own spit. But did I let that stop me? “You want obedience,” I continued, my voice coming out forced and shaky. “Not loyalty. Loyalty end up having cracks, but obedience doesn’t.” His eyes lightened and the smile was back. “You’re smarter than I expected.”

"I don't mind you becoming the second Taylor." "I'm sure you're a smart guy. Don't let me down." His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. I was nailed in place and dared not move. My mind was blank and lost the ability to think. All I heard was my humble confession: "Your Majesty, I will always serve you and the Queen. I am your and the Queen's most loyal servant."

I stare up at him, wanting nothing more than to tighten around him as I reach the soon to come state of ecstasy. Every stroke is driving me closer and only a few strokes away. I don't want to disobey him. Disobey. What the fuck?! I scoff inwardly. I'm worried about disobeying this guy?! Another thrust reminds me exactly why I want to be obedient. "Yes, that's my obedient girl," he groans. "Such a good girl, wanting to be my fucktoy... you're taking my cock so well..." Yep, I will take anything he gives me.