Absolute Obedience Ch 1 Novels & Stories

I thought I would be able to resist him the next time I saw him but I suddenly realized how big his hold on me was. When he saw me finding it difficult to reply, he chuckled and made his way to the bed where I was, his huge shaft dangling and dangerously rock hard. He stopped a few distance from the bed "Get down from the bed Mara and kneel" he said, his voice so sexy and dominant giving no room for questioning. It wasn't like this the first time we fuck. He was so loving then, so irresistible, so intoxicating leaving one to come craving for another. "Fuck!" I moaned, despite all these I felt my pussy throbbing and leaking more squirts. I tried to stop myself from responding to him. From obe

I mean, I was capably fine with keeping my body fit without the help of others. OBEDIENCE The Submissive will obey ALL the rules and instructions given by the Dominant and will do everything asked without hesitation and by free will. The Submissive shall fully trust the Dominant with not just her body, but with her personal needs and everything outside the contract. (But if he thought I was going to let him fist my vagina ‘without hesitation and by free will', then he had to be a sick fuck. I was just too glad I had ruled that one out, no matter how badly he coaxed me into letting it stay. I was hard on that one, no first in my vagina or anywhere near me. That and many other gut-wrenching th

"Your grade sits at a failing mark. One hour of your time could change that. Complete obedience for sixty minutes. No arguments, no backing out. Follow every single instruction and you walk out with a passing score. Refuse, and we end this right now." My mouth went dry. Obedience? The word hung heavy between us. I pictured walking away, losing everything. Then I pictured staying. Heat rose in my cheeks. "One hour? And I pass for sure?" "Exactly. My word is final. But you must give yourself over totally. Understand?" I bit my lip, mind racing. This felt risky, wild even. Yet something inside me stirred, a mix of fear and strange excitement. "I understand, sir. I agree."

I screamed, clutching my hand to my chest. "Three," Mistress Thorne said, her voice final. "Perhaps now you will remember to show proper respect in the future." She tossed the cane back into her robes, her eyes never leaving mine. I stared at her, my face streaked with tears, my hand throbbing with pain. "Your first lesson," Mistress Thorne said, her voice cold and hard, "is that obedience is paramount. You will do as you are told, when you are told, without question or hesitation. Disobedience will be punished. Do you understand?"

The trace of hesitation in his eyes was once again buried under disgust. "Bind her to a chair," he barked at the servants. "I want to see how she is going to self-harm now!" Two strong servants dragged me up roughly and used coarse hemp rope to wind around me again and again, tying me tightly to a chair in the living room. I could not move at all. Gavin shot me a cold glance, then helped Lydia upstairs. Back in the study, the moment he sat down, a strange sense of restraint spread throughout his body. His bones, his muscles, every joint felt as if they were being tightly bound by invisible ropes, making it hard for him even to breathe.

And I do not allow what is mine to be damaged. Rule #3: Honesty is required. Obedience is learned. You are not expected to obey me immediately. You are expected to be truthful. If you are afraid, you will say it. If you are angry, you will say it. If you feel unsafe, you will say it. Silence creates mistakes, and mistakes create consequences. Rule #4: You will not run. Not because I would enjoy stopping you, but because there are things beyond my territory that would not return you alive.

I sighed in front of Nora. "You went through all that trouble to get me this chance, but too bad I didn't make the cut." Nora's mouth twitched. She had no idea what I was talking about. She had paid a steep price to learn that Theodore was dealing with a traitor in that room. The mere mention of Harbor City's ruler was enough to terrify people, and he never tolerated anything like this. Anyone who stumbled onto a scene like that would either be silenced for good or sent somewhere far away, never to return home to Centra.

His eyes didn’t just see; they measured, claimed, decided. “Learn,” he said finally, calm and cold. “Your survival depends on obedience.” Her stomach twisted. Obedience—not luck, not skill, not alliances—obedience. She hesitated. That was the mistake. Kael didn’t move closer. He didn’t need to. The weight of his dominance pressed against her chest like iron. Aaron’s hand moved slightly toward Lina, correcting her position. “Eyes forward,” he said softly but firmly. “Do not speak unless asked.”

Not roughly, but with an unyielding authority that left no room for argument. “On your knees,” I’d order, my voice leaving no room for disobedience. I’d watch the conflict war across her face—the remnants of her old life warring with the profound, instinctual need to surrender to a stronger will. She would obey. Slowly, sinking to the floor before me, her head bowed. Beautiful.

I could feel the heat of his body at my back. “The first rule is simple,” Professor Vale continued. “Obedience. When we tell you to do something, you do it. No hesitation. No argument. If you can’t handle that, leave now.” I stayed. He smiled. Small. Dangerous. “Good girl.” The words hit me low in my belly. I almost whimpered. Elias’s voice was right at my ear. “Now show us you understand.” Professor Vale’s eyes dropped to my jeans. Then back to my face.