Honor and Obey – cherished words from the past, and ones that can be difficult to live by. Relationships are difficult at times, and arguments or bitter feelings can often result in the destruction of love. What if an alternative lifestyle could change everything? What if love and trust could be reborn, wrapped in a blanket of obedience? Will the couples take the chance in the hope of saving their love?
Three couples. Three stories of heartache. Three reasons to learn to honor and obey.
Do they have what it takes?
Raven laughed, the sound filled with anguish. “What if I can’t submit, Sir?”
Chad hesitated. Was she trying to tell him something? “I don’t understand.”
“What if I’m too strong willed? My guess is you’ll push us aside, all the words and the joy we’ve shared simply a thing of the past.”
When she rested her face on the floor he could take no more. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her against his chest and tipped his head to the ceiling. Was there some divine guidance to help him, no, them find their way through a muddled sea of their collective past? Was he going to be able to shower her with unbridled joy, release the beast inside in order to ease her tension? “Do you understand what you mean to me?”
Nuzzling against him she sighed. “I do.”
“Uh-huh.” He heard the tentative tone, knew the woman continued to be unsure of his love, his particular brand of devotion. Obviously, she realized he was holding back, unable to give her the entire man she so longed for. The thought was maddening and something he was going to have to deal with.
Raven huffed and placed her hand against his chest, pushing hard to break the connection. “It’s okay. I get it.”
“Get what exactly?” Shifting, he kissed the top of her head as he rolled his fingers through her hair. Why was this so difficult?
“Just that I… that I might not be exactly what you need.” Gripping his shirt, she pushed hard against him, finally managing to tip her head and look into his eyes.
For a few seconds he was mesmerized, understanding they were moving into a level of their relationship that they both were terrified of, yet had to have. No, they had to achieve. Swallowing hard he cupped the side of her face. “You are amazing. You give me joy every day of your life. You share things that allow me a glimpse into your very soul and, in turn, I can so easily share mine. You remind me that I need to live – no, that I deserve to live and enjoy a life with a woman I can be myself with. That’s been a damn fucking tough thing to grasp. Now I know what I can no longer live without.” And he did. There was no way he was letting this go. There was no way he was going to deny the best thing in his life.
Raven closed her eyes and smiled.
“Too much? Not enough? Just right?” he couldn’t help but make a joke. For some reason he was nervous, as if this was a defining moment and one that could make or break their relationship. Turn it off. Stop the worry. Be the man she needs you to be. Swallowing hard, he kissed the top of her head and gently pushed her back. Using one finger he lifted her chin and smiled. “We’re going through this together, you and me. I’m not perfect. You’re not perfect, but together we’ll figure it all out. Trust in yourself and let go. I’m right here to catch you.” He could see the torment in her eyes, questions remaining. Yet as she searched his face, gathering information, he could tell she was slowly relaxing.
“Good girl.” Lowering his head Chad kissed her lips, gingerly slipping his tongue inside. For a few seconds he was caught up in her prowess, the way she made him hunger. His cock was aching, the need growing to be inside her hot pussy, fuck her ass until he exploded inside. As he gathered her in his arms, pulling them both to their knees, he eased his hands down her back, capturing both ass cheeks in his hands. When he squeezed both, he allowed the kiss to become a frantic roar of passion, showing her exactly what he wanted, what he was going to take from her. She belonged to him. There would be no other man in her life. After all, he refused to share.
Her moans now ones of desire, she wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing her fingers to tug at his hair. She was opening up; her breath sounds now snippets of purrs and her feminine fragrance intensifying. Dear God, he was ready to fuck her right here, right now. Breaking the kiss, he growled and kneaded her ass.
The one hard slap startled her, yet she smiled, her eyes darting toward the floor.
“We’re going to have to deal with your insolence, your disobedience tonight. You do realize this, don’t you?”
“What do I need to do to be better? I mean what do you think will help me understand your needs more? You know how I am and…” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m doing it again. Aren’t I? I’m a terrible submissive.”
Chad shook his head. “Always the questions. Sometimes just being quiet is all right. Trust me. All reporter. All the time. That’s you.”
The look on her face was priceless. “Yes… Sir.”
There was no doubt in his mind she longed to roll her eyes. “Uh-huh.” He moved one hand to her breast, cupping and kneading. When she closed her eyes, her body swaying, he tweaked her nipple, twisting the tender flesh between his fingers. “Trust.”
“After your punishment, we’re going to talk. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to help you center that big brain, help you refocus. Okay?” Chad marveled at the way he craved being in control, spanking her. The discipline they both needed.
A smile slipped to the corner of her mouth as she simply nodded.
“Excellent.” Inching back, he rose to his feet and held out his hand. “Come. Let’s do this together.”
Raven sniffed and seemed to study his outstretched hand as if debating. When she reached out, her actions tentative, she exhaled. “Thank you for loving me so much, Sir.”
The way she said the words, the choppy yet alluring sound was breathtaking. There was something different in the way she gripped his fingers, as if she was placing her very soul into his hands. Guiding her to the kitchen table, he stood her in front and kissed first one then the other shoulder before gently pushing the small of her back.
She leaned over and spread her legs, as if automatically knowing what he was going to require. “How many, Sir?”
“Thirty. Ten for insolence. Ten for disobedience.” Chad patted her ass. “And ten for mouthing off.”