Obey Me Mc Romane & Geschichten

Not my usual skill, but I did what I had to. The music pulsed through me, matching the rhythm of my body. It felt natural, intoxicating, like this side of me had always been waiting for an audience. I wished I could show it to everyone I trusted, but there was no one to trust anymore. Not really. My target sat at the bar, surrounded subtly by bodyguards like shadows. He nursed a glass of bourbon in one hand, the other balled into a fist on his lap. His eyes were sharp, scanning, expectant. He was waiting for something to happen. That something was me. And he had no idea.

"We'll still be fucking other men. Master's Dad says he knows what's going on and we shouldn't worry about it, just be obedient and do as we're told." "You okay fucking Sean?" "We have no moral objection to fucking anyone anymore as long as it's agreeable to all parties," I replied. "If you, Sean and Master don't care, we don't care. I'd just like to understand what's going on. I felt like I understood my Master and knew what he wanted at all times. I haven't a clue what he's thinking now, but I feel we should obey if it's what wants." "You okay if you lick my pussy?"

I nodded and packed up the plates on the dinning table and headed for the kitchen. I don’t listen to anyone the way I listen to him. Not even my Dad who was a cop. My first instinct every fucking time Dalton gave me instruction was to obey him. More importantly, Dalton bossing me around, it made my pussy throb. I had no idea how he was commanding my body without so much as a word, but I got a strange, confusing thrill at the thought of pleasing him. He followed closely behind me with the glasses in his hands. He set them down in the sink. I set the plates down on the counter top.

Yeah, but you can’t compete with that, a mean voice whispers in my head. Applause breaks out inside the bar. Noah lifts a hand and mimics a Miss America wave, his full, carnal lips tugging up in a slow smile that grows, becoming broader and wider. Dude could be a fucking toothpaste model. I swear I hear a gasp from every female in the room. The effect of his mouth is positively infectious. If he were a preacher, he’d be saving souls left and right. I roll my eyes. He’s with Dillon McQueen, the backup quarterback, and several other players.

Please don’t let me die, I still have so many women to bed! Bob the security guard stayed in a hunched position for what seemed like a very long time, praying to every enlighted name he knew, from Jesus to Krishna to Buddha. “Bob…” a voice called out. Bobs eyes shot open and the hair at the back of his neck literally stood up. Shit…no..stay away…. “Bob….” the voice called again. Leave me alone…. A cold bony finger poked his back and Bob screamed, jumping up, “AHHHHHHHH!”

Sometimes being associated with the Yang Family brings in burdens. However, Ma Xiao-Er was fine, happy even. Having done the best she could, she knew to have faith in this competition. The Musical Institution of Classical Music (MICM) has always been known to have the fairest competition, which was why she had looked forward to them for so long.

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

"I won't let you." Marcus smiled, a slow and cruel twist of his lips as he leaned forward - the USB drive clutched tightly in his hand. "Oh, but I already have," he purred, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. "You see, Cassandra... you've always been so predictable. So easy to manipulate and control. But now... now I finally have the one thing that can guarantee your obedience... no matter what you might think or feel."

“And… I didn’t think I could trust you.” A flash of something darker crossed his eyes. Without a word, his hands slid down to my waist, drawing me closer, and he began to trail gentle, lingering kisses down the side of my neck. My mind spun, caught between the heat of his touch and the soft hum of his breath against my skin. Suddenly, I felt a sharp nip as he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He sucked at the spot to soothe the sting, leaving a mark that seemed to claim me. He pulled back, a slight smirk on his lips. “That’s your punishment for not trusting me,” he murmured. “From now on, if you face any problem, you come straight to me. The first thought in your mind should be me. Unde