Short Story: Please … Obey Me (V.1)

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Content Note: rough sex.

This is inspired by a prompt/tweet from Yingtai of University of Abject Submission, that really set my imagination racing:

I came up with three scenarios that could explain how that phrase could be part of a hugely hot storyline, and hope to write all of them eventually. This is the first to be completed. As ever, the interesting/hot/exciting bit for me is the build-up where the line occurs (the “why this is happening” bit), and I cut away before actual fucking occurs. Use your own imaginations to decide what Amber tells Indigo to do next…

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Please … Obey Me (V.1)

Amber put his hands together and took a deep breath, “Please … obey me.”

“Make me!” Indigo pouted.

Amber shook his head, “I’m sorry, it’s been a long day and for once, I don’t want to, to hold you down, use my strength against you, physically impose my will. Don’t make me. Please, just obey me. Just once.”

Indigo blinked and stared at her feet.

“I don’t know how. I want you take what you want. I’m not sure I want to just give it to you.”

Amber stepped back, shifting his weight onto his back foot. He folded his arms and looked away. Indigo clenched her fists at her side and shuffled her feet. When Amber turned back to face her, she took a silent gasp. Amber stood tall, smiling. He looked at her through his eyelashes.

“I won’t take it. Tonight, you have to choose. Please. Obey me.”

Indigo shuffled her feet and bit her lip. The deep blue eyes she loved to stare into as their owner ravished her now seemed hard to meet. “I don’t know how,” she whimpered, “I’ve never done this before.”

Amber took a stride towards her, Indigo felt his gaze like an awl directed at her heart though all she could see were her own painted toes.

“Take your clothes off,” he said. Indigo looked up at him. His arms were still folded about his bosom, his brow glowered above those beautiful eyes. He stared back. She straightened herself until they were almost level, pursed her lips and finally stared back. His expression didn’t change. She licked her lips. She wanted to say her line again, wanted him to do it. But what if he refused? She blinked first. He was a metre from her, and yet the heat of their breath seemed closer than ever before. Her chest seemed heavy and the room too small. Her fingers twitched. Her arm went to the hem of her top. She started to pull it over her chin.

“No. Your jeans first.” Amber’s lips hardly moved but his voice filled Indigo’s mind. She dropped her hands to her belt buckle and unfastened it before she stopped to think what she was doing. She undid her jeans while she wondered how she could be doing it. The jeans fell about her ankles, and she straightened to meet his gaze again, a smirk on her face.

Amber hadn’t changed.

Indigo fidgeted. For one brief moment, she had felt proud of herself, but now she wondered, “What wasn’t good enough?” It seemed something wasn’t right for Amber. She bit her lip. Amber’s eyes flickered for a moment, to Indigo’s belly. Indigo looked down.

“Oh!” she gripped her top and lifted it over her head, dropping it by her side. She stood straight again, and grinned. But another thought struck her. She shuffled her arms, glancing over her shoulders and clasping her hands behind her back.

Amber smirked. “Are your knickers a part of you?”

“No, Sir.” Indigo hastened to peel her underwear from her hips. She bent down, her hair hiding her face as she struggled to escape the crumpled jeans. With a smirk of her own, she stepped out of the knickers, stood, and held them out in front of her.

“Happy, Sir?”

“Very.” Amber took the silk undies from his partner and stepped forwards. Indigo smiled and trembled, putting her hands behind her back again. Amber stepped forwards and now their nipples almost touched.

“That was just a warm-up. The real obedience is about to begin. Now, please will you obey me?” Indigo bit her lip and nodded.

“Good girl.” He touched her lips, “Now, open.” Indigo dropped her jaw. Amber’s hand rose and he showed her what he held. He stuffed her knickers into her mouth, and for once, she didn’t try to stop him.

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About ValeryNorth

I overthink everything.
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