Absolute Obedience Ch 1 Novels & Stories

God, the thought alone has me clenching harder, wanting him to lose it and give in. He kept the lecture going, his tone firm and unyielding as the minutes ticked by, the vibrator never letting up, varying the pressure to keep the build-up agonizing—hard grinds that made me cry out, then light touches that left me whimpering for more. “Obedience means respect, Mercy. Respect for the rules, for me as the one keeping this place together. No more lazy days, no more testing limits. Or you’ll be back here, cuffed and edged until you can’t walk straight. Understand every word?”

“If you are going to be my shadow, Rebecca, you need to learn to move with efficiency. And silence.” “Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, ensuring my voice was barely audible. He finally turned. His face was a mask carved from cold stone. “I am not interested in obedience born of fear alone,” he stated, his obsidian eyes locking onto my downcast head. “I am interested in absolute compliance. Here, you will not cower, but you will not speak unless spoken to. You will not move unless commanded. You are an extension of my will.” I forced myself to hold the submissive stance as he approached.

Discipline. A slow, predatory smile touched Albert’s lips. “So. We begin with order. We end with the ultimate surrender.” He placed the die carefully on the glass table. “For Discipline, the transgression must be clear. You have been flawless in following explicit commands. So the transgression must be one of… spirit. Of unspoken defiance.”

“I don’t want him to become like us.” Lorenzo’s hand grazed hers. “Then let him walk through the fire.” “But this time—don’t teach him how to burn.” ~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Obedience is survival. Disobedience is awakening.” “Children don’t inherit their parents’ wars. They inherit their parents’ silence.” “And sometimes, the first act of love is letting them question everything you bled for.” —Aria

he greeted with a sly smile that made him look a little bit dangerous. "How about we skip the courtesy and get right down to why we're here?" I said to him nonchalantly, taking a seat on the couch with my legs crossed. He chuckled a little before replying, "Are you in that much of a hurry my dear cause I'm not," he said and I scoffed. "Oh really? Okay then, what is it you want to do first?" I asked calmly. "Let's talk first, beautiful cause if you want to be with me, you need to know they're some things I do not overlook and my rules should not be disobeyed," he says and I mentally scoff. How unsurprising!

Using the last of my strength, I stood up and immediately adopted a contrite posture. Chelsea then slowly lowered her raised hand that was undoubtedly about to strike me. I returned to the broom closet. The stinging pain of the alcohol disinfectant felt like shards of glass cutting through my entire body. Derrick slowly pushed open the door and disdainfully kicked the dog bowl of food toward my feet. "Dobey's leftovers. They're all Grade-A meat. Finish every scrap and don't you dare waste anything! Might as well let it do something for your body." I respectfully picked up the leftovers and bowed down to thank him. "Thank you, Mr. Carpenter."

“No. You won’t win, Dante. You won’t.” Sound snapped through the room and left a silence that tasted metallic. I expected the glass to quiver, perhaps even to splinter; instead it held, a perfect, unyielding shield between me and the rest of the world. My voice broke. My body trembled. It trembled with the aftershock of the realization that when you have been taught to obey, rebellion feels like a foreign language. The body remembers the obedience even when the mind does not. I slid down to the floor, pressing my back to the wall, knees drawn to my chest.

A world where love and connection were commodities to be rationed and regulated. "But the most important rule," he finally said, his voice breaking, "was obedience. Absolute, unquestioning obedience. It was the cornerstone of everything, the foundation upon which all else was built. A sub has to obey, without hesitation, without question. To disobey was to break the most sacred rules."

His hands were rough and possessive as he yanked my panties down and freed his already hard cock. “Look at me,” he ordered, gripping my chin firmly. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “It belongs to you Daddy,” I gasped as he thrust into me hard and deep in one powerful stroke. “Only you. Always.” John fucked me right there on the desk with deep, claiming strokes. The desk shook beneath us as he drove into my pussy again and again. There was nothing gentle about it. This was pure dominance, born from fear and love and the overwhelming need to protect what was his.

I wasn't sure and that is another point where I embraced fragments of my daydream. The beta had said obedience and submission…I thought it was a simple thing to do until I got to the Alpha's house fully. Obedience and submission to the Alpha meant something else. Something too strong for a eighteen-year-old I was enslaved from all fronts and I lost my dignity. What I was ashamed of became a norm—because, in the Alpha's dictionary, obedience and submission mean zero pride, shame, and freedom. Why was I even still breathing?