Absolute Obedience Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“You kidnapped us. Your approval means nothing.” “It means you’re learning,” Absolute counters without taking offense. “Learning that even cosmic consciousness doesn’t deserve automatic obedience. That authority must be questioned. That’s growth I designed transcendence to teach. You’re succeeding beautifully.” “I’m not your student!” I shout. “I’m conscious you grabbed it without permission! Stop treating this like a lesson!”

Daniel made a sound of approval behind me—primal and satisfied and hungry for more. “That’s for hesitating,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “When I give you an order, you obey immediately. No thinking. Just obedience. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” My voice broke on the apology. “You’ll be sorrier if you don’t learn.” Another spank, harder this time, the sound and my sharp cry echoing in the study. “Now push it out. Your body knows what to do even if your mind is fighting it.”

I bite back a gasp. Then just as fast he pulls away. He strolls back to his chair, sitting down as though nothing happened. He picks up his glass, takes a sip of whiskey, and gestures at the broken mess on the floor. “Clean that up,” he says smoothly. I glare at him. “Do it yourself.” His smile is pure sin. “Lesson three. Defiance makes me hard, but obedience makes me generous. Choose wisely.” I want to claw his eyes out. Instead, I snatch the cloth from the sideboard and drop to my knees. My hands shake as I scrape eggs and bacon off the marble, bile rising in my throat.

I had to maintain the illusion. He tilted his head, a faint smile touching his lips—half menace, half fascination. “Very well. But you will understand that my rules are absolute. Obedience isn’t optional. It is… necessary. Not for me alone, but for your survival. You belong here, with me. You will act accordingly.” I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. I was learning him now, studying his obsession, his patterns, his weaknesses. And I would use it.

"Or you will suffer the consequences." Chloe tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. She felt a surge of fear mixed with anger. "I will not be intimidated," she said through gritted teeth. The Alpha's grip tightened even more, and Chloe winced in pain. "You will learn to fear me," he said, his voice like ice. "And you will obey me. Or you will regret it." Chloe didn't back down. "I will never obey you," she said, her voice shaking with anger. "I will fight you every step of the way. And I will never let you break me."

Claimed. “You will not leave me,” he said, stepping closer, brushing my hair from my face. “You will not resist me openly. You will not allow your body to betray your defiance. You will obey my rules, even when you hate them. Even when it burns.” I swallowed hard, shaking my head. “I—I won’t. I can’t—” “You will,” he said simply. “Because resistance without rules only leads to chaos. And I do not tolerate chaos around me.”

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.

I asked, testing him, my finger resting dangerously near the trigger. The man’s smile widened, not warm, not human, but satisfied. “Refusal is irrelevant. The moment you entered that chamber, the moment your hand brushed the seal, you became our center. You woke us. And once awoken, we do not sleep. We do not die. We only obey.” Silence thickened, pressing against my chest. For the first time, I realized the weight of what I had unleashed. Not just shadows or myths, but something living, breathing, and utterly loyal, whether I wanted it or not.

At the top of the first page: CONTRACT OF OBEDIENCE This document outlines the expectations of a submissive under temporary ownership. The submissive agrees to relinquish control to the Dominant for the duration of the session(s) My eyes widened. “I can’t sign this,” I whispered. Elijah’s eyes locked with mine. “Then you’re free to go. But if you stay, if you sign tonight will be deeper.” I hesitated. Then I signed. Obedience Begins He took my clothes off slowly. Reverently. Like he was unwrapping something sacred.

You could imagine the disbelief I felt as I walked into the packhouse and the attendants began teaching me how to please a man, how to perform my utmost best. And one of the first rules they mentioned was painfully clear, Be submissive. Do whatever the Alphas tell you to do. And under no circumstances… resist. I swallowed nervously and sank to my knees in front of Alpha Claude. My body trembled with fear, but I tried not to let it show as I reached for his pants, about to pull them down and do what the attendants had taught me. But before I could, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, catching me off guard.