Your Wish Is My Command Book Novels & Stories

“And what does my doll want?” “ I want you to own me, Dominic. I want the pleasure, the pain, and the disgrace. I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked another. Wreck my pussy it's yours.” He dragged a chair close and sat with one leg crossed staring at her with a dangerous smirk. “Turn around” He commanded. She obeyed Without a second thought, she turned around, her heart pounding and her cheeks flushed. She had heard Maya's wild stories she never thought she would ever try to have one of those fantasies.

Chapter 1: Video Chat I have a little secret fantasy that I like, it’s like my own world and I freaking love it here,one sweet fact is that it’s makes me feel sexier in the real world. The campus shuttle was always the same and right now, it’s becoming so tiring. I can’t freaking wait to get home, mum is out for three hours!! Which means I can dive fully into my absolute perfect world. My palm is itching crazily just from thinking about it. And out I go! Finally!

I looked up in surprise. It was Clarissa. "You're really good at disappearing without a word. You're still the same as when you were ten." I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say, and lowered my head. "Clarissa, I-I don't deserve your kindness." Her warm hand covered the back of mine. "I heard the Ragaan Republic has a lot of rain. Take care of yourself." Once the plane took off, I pulled out a note from inside the toy. [We'll meet again. From, Darkest Dawn.]

He’d make it real. My gaze drifted back to the book on the table. The cover featured a stunning woman, her face etched in soft shadows and elegant highlights. The title was scribbled across the top in golden, regal font. And as I stared at it, a memory surfaced. A command, spoken low and firm by Dante, one that still echoed through my thoughts: “When you want to come, you come to me.”

I am the heir of this golden wand, command you to bond with me and unleash the absolute powers of mine. As soon as I cast the spell the fire started to rise as it captivates me. I gasped as the book fell from my hands. I started panicking and calling out his name-" F-Felix? What's happening? Felix? Felix... are you there?". I fell as my eyes were heavy to keep open anymore. I tried to blink a few times.

' The flowers suddenly looked less like a gift and more like a promise. "He cannot get to you here," Andrea said, but the words came out rougher than he intended, less certainty than vow. "He cannot get to either of you. I will burn down everything he has built before I let that happen." I stared at the lilies, white and perfect and somehow obscene now, and felt the baby that did not even have a name yet become the single most dangerous thing in my entire life. Outside the window, the city lights blurred against the glass, and somewhere out there, Richard Blackwood already knew more about my own body than I had an hour ago.

As soon as the words left my lips, I felt a shift in his presence, taking control of my body. "Your wish is my command, young one," he said, his voice echoing through me, a sense of power surging within.

she muttered as she felt his hard cock close to her slit as his voice caused a shiver up her spine. “Your wish is my command.”

Hungry for purpose. The light pulled back to the journal, now floating between Liora’s hands, spinning slowly. Then the hum turned into a voice, not the Scourge’s terrible rasp or the Architect’s dry echo, but a choir of all the anchors’ voices, love, grief, hope, peace, all blended into one. WHAT IS YOUR COMMAND? The words weren’t heard but felt deep inside. This purified power wasn’t a tool; it was a servant, it was a powerful force waiting for a command.

What have I discovered? There he was looking at the illumination with complete wonder. He wonders why the hall is like that, is this mysterious? he thinks but since he has never been a fan of superstition and the fact that he is a science student lets him conclude it must be some electrical wiring causing everything. He tries to open it but doesn’t know how to, it’s all flat lying on the stone table. He looks on the glass, it’s written, ‘Just wish’. Could this book be important, kept here?