Disobedience Novels & Stories

That is the exact thing I was afraid of. I turn around with tears falling down my face, and give him a piece of my mind. Consequences be damned. “All my life, I was always being ordered around without questioning anything because I was nobody. In the past ten months especially, I was always being forced into submission. No matter what disgusting things I was forced to do, I did them because I had no other choice. My choices were to either submit or suffer. At first I resisted, I said no, I disobeyed because what was being ordered of me was something I didn’t want to do. And for that, I suffered and suffered until I couldn’t take it anymore. After that, I realized that I never really had a ch

She writhed against the cords, desperate, furious. “You see?” he whispered, stroking himself now, letting her watch the hunger in his hand. “Obedience doesn’t just bring pleasure. It brings release. And disobedience?” His cock pressed against her, hot and heavy, sliding along her soaked folds but never entering. She whimpered, hips lifting, betraying her. “Disobedience means denial.” He pushed inside—just the tip. Enough for her to feel the stretch, the overwhelming fullness that made her cry out. Then he withdrew, leaving her clenching, empty.

Her long wavy dark hair was twisted up in a messy bun, a few rebellious strands framing her face. She moved with deliberate focus, cracking eggs into a glass bowl, whisking them with more force than necessary. The rich scent of butter melting in the pan filled the air, mixing with vanilla extract and fresh berries she had pulled from the fridge. Cooking was her attempt at normalcy, a way to occupy her hands and silence the memories that refused to fade: Ronan’s body pinning her to the counter, the sharp sting of his palm, the way he had filled her so completely she had forgotten every reason why this was wrong. The whisk clinked rhythmically against the bowl. *Never again,* she repeated sile

My whole body screamed at me to obey, but my pride held me still. “I’m not,” I said, wrapping my shaking hand around my shoulder like it could hold me together. “I know I’m supposed to obey your command because I owe you, but you can’t just treat me like I’m not human. I have feelings.” Enzo scoffed, looking away like my words were a waste of air. “If you know me too well, Naomi, I don’t like people wasting my time. Get in the fucking car, and I might just forgive you for disobeying me once.”

“Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul. So Starve it, cast it out, and flee from it.” He paced back and forth, scanning the entire congregation. Then he continued. “When we think no one sees us, the lord does and he hates disobedience. Disobedience cannot remain hidden in the eyes of our lord.” He added. My gaze remained fixated on my palms. I pressed them together till my knuckles turned white. I felt his gaze on me, but I didn’t look up. In that moment, my throat closed. Shutting off all flow of air flow.

I breathe shakily, crouching down so that my face is inching very close to hers. My next words are almost unheard. A wordless whisper. Sensual. “How can you desire to please another when you have zero confidence in yourself?” I tut. “Men like me, we don’t react well to disobedience especially in cases like this. We say something and expect it to be done without a sign of rebellion in place.”

There was nothing he couldn’t spew out of that mouth of his, and no matter how rude and insensitive it sounded, he always expected that his words would be met with instant obedience. Well, not today. Even though I knew how dire the consequences of disobeying him were, I still wasn’t moved to go and find him in the parking lot as he’d so rudely demanded. Instead, I went about my volunteering duties and pushed him to the back of my mind, deciding to be in denial about our entire exchange so that I could remain sane for the rest of the night.

I stood, fists clenched, heart pounding, and for the first time in years, we were not mother and son, we were opponents, each testing the other’s limits. “You are furious,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “But you are still a Sokolov. You obey when the stakes demand it.” “No,” I growled. “I refuse. I obey no one when it comes to her. Not you. Not anyone. If I have to fight, I will. And I will win.” Her jaw tightened, fury and desperation mixing. “You’re going to destroy yourself! You’re going to destroy everything! You think she’s the only one at risk? You think your disobedience won’t cost lives?”

“You are whatever I say you are.” His hands moved again, from my back to my waist, down to my ass, each movement slow and intentional. I pushed at his chest. “Christian, please, you have someone else,” I said desperately. “Go to her.” His expression turned cold. “Don’t insult me. This isn’t about her.” “Then what is it about?” I demanded. “Control?” He leaned closer, his voice deadly calm. “Obedience.” My stomach dropped. “I won’t do this,” I said quietly.

I still ignore it. "Awh ..." Gerald groaned in pain. Feeling guilty and heartless, I turned around. However, I was the one who caused him such pain. I can't be selfish. Gerald held his hand. Taking a deep breath, I was forced to serve this. "Just one step, you walk, you will be a wife of lawlessness," Gerald warned. What? Seriously? Is he talking about disobedience? Is he insane? Of course, he is. "Oh, disobedience. What you mean is seeing a husband making out with another girl. That's what that means, right?!"