Obey (The Protocol, #2)

by Lasairiona Lewis

smiles. “I think a lot of people assume kink is dark and dangerous and brutal and full of pain.

But kink is whatever you want it to be, baby girl. And as your Daddy it’s my job to take care of you and protect you, even from yourself. You won’t always like what I ask you to do, but it will always come from a space of wanting what’s best for you.”

“Anyone can have sex. Dick in pussy. It’s a tale as old as time.” He adds pressure to the side of my neck. “But how many people can you name that you trust with your very breath?”

“The idea you’d hand over something as precious as your trust to some grumpy fucker you met on a random plane was incomprehensible to me.”

“Your trust is a valuable asset, baby girl. We don’t give it out to just anyone.”

I don’t care about trust. I don’t care about words. My clothes are on fire, making my body too hot for me to exist in. I need out. I need him to touch me, to take care of me, to take away this scorching fire burning my skin.

“Good girl. It’s important to me. Okay? We only play with people Daddy trusts to take care of his baby girl.”

What is it about a man being so viscerally protective of his partner that drives me wild?

“My body feels like it’s on fire, Jagger.” “I know, baby girl. And you’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Such a good girl.” He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers. “All wet and desperate for me, just how Daddy needs you.”

“It’s my job to think of everything, Half-Pint.”

The need to serve him is urgent, incessant, and all I can think about.

“So close, baby girl. You’re taking Daddy’s cock so nicely. You look so pretty with your tits out for me.”

“You like life a lot quieter than me. I don’t want to be annoying.” He almost snorts at that. “I like it when you’re annoying.” He takes a bite, then swallows. “But only you. Anyone else gets in my space like this.” He points his fork in the space between us. “And I’d probably lose my mind.”

“And I have it all.” I wave my hand. “Drama, arranged marriage, trauma. Even sex rehab after I slept with Harry.”

Ugh. How is he so handsome and philosophical at the same time? Some people get all the good stuff.

“Have you thought any more about what you’d like to do with your life now that you’re not tied to Harry the Asshole?” “I think I want to write steamy books. A series about vanilla women who meet sexually more experienced men and fall in love while learning about themselves and what they like.”

“Don’t they say you should write what you know? That feels a bit off the wall.” His humor is so dry, I’m never really sure if he’s being funny or not. “I mean, I could write about a tiny female dominant who manhandles her giant, grumpasaurus boyfriend.” “That’d be more true-to-life.” “Uh huh. Whatever you say.”

So, after the longest make-out session of my life, where we kiss and kiss and kiss some more, I head back home, a swarm of bees buzzing in my gut, to reflect on whether I want to sleep with my super-dom boyfriend tomorrow, or not.

I do. I most definitely do want to sleep with my boyfriend today. I’ve been up since four in the morning. I’ve cleaned my house twice, right down to the baseboards. Who cleans their baseboards? Certainly not me, but today I’ve cleaned them, and emptied and cleaned the refrigerator twice.

It’s like Mama’s coming, but worse. The windows are sparkling, the couch is vacuumed, and I even vacuumed the spider-webs from the light fixtures and crown molding. I’ve taken two showers. One before the anxious cleaning, and one after, because while Jagger is totally fine with me being a sweaty hot mess, I’d rather he be the cause of it.

What does one wear to essentially lose her virginity all over again? When I slept with Harry, we were teenagers. I know your hymen doesn’t reg...

I want to do it, need to even. But I’m freaking all the way out, not just a little. He’s going to be everything I need him to be, I have no doubt, but what do I wear? How do I wait around kno...

“I’m not ready.” My shaky voice is barely a whisper. As much as I want to change, be different, stand tall as New Talia, it’s still such a hard adjustment from the mindset that I should only have sex with someone I love. I guess that’s what my younger self stitched into the fabric of my parents’ teachings.

No sex before marriage, to me, has meant no sex with anyone you’re not in love with.

“That’s totally okay.” He strokes my face. “I have a feeling you’re more...

I don’t know what I’m more anxious about, having a double date with his friends, meeting his parents, or his parents and my parents having dinner together.

What ‘normal’ is when you’re looking at your new friend’s breast is anyone’s guess, but I at least try not to make eye contact with it.

“You’re adorable.” Addison pulls me into a one armed hug, and I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I’d intended to be. “It gets easier. It’s so weird at first, seeing people’s body bits on display, but it’s all good. You get used to it. Soon you won’t even blink when you see meat whistles on display downstairs.”

It’s cute he thinks he’s pushing me. I’m pushing myself. My curiosity at what goes on downstairs burns like the sunlight in my bones.

Wow. There’s no easing in to the dungeon, they meet you right as you come in with a bare butt and a giant hook. Baptism by fire, or what?

“Easy, Kitten.” Thor tugs her to a stop. “Talia didn’t even finish her sentence. She might want you to pick a good room for her to start in, not get your tits out for her.” Addison rolls her eyes but relents. “Okay, fine. Talia, am I getting my tits out?” I’m giggling so hard I can’t really answer, but I nod and Addison resumes dragging her poor boyfriend into the room.

Huh. How do those metal ridges feel against your insides? I bet they feel pretty good.

Fuck. I’ve never heard something so hot as my baby girl begging for my cock.

“I love you, Talia.” The confession takes us both by surprise, but as soon as the words are in the space between us, the last piece of my heart clicks into place. “You do?” Nodding, I brush my lips across her temple. “I’m not saying that to make you rush your decision. More to explain why I’m not splitting you in two with my cock right now. It has to be right, baby girl.” I kiss her again. “It has to be right.”

“Thank you for being such a good Daddy and taking care of me.”

“There we go, baby girl. Almost there, right? You’re going to come for Daddy, aren’t you? Be a good girl for me, Half-Pint. Be a good girl for Daddy and come for me.”

“So close. I can feel it. My pussy’s getting all tight and hot, isn’t it baby girl? Your body’s going to give Daddy what he needs. I’m not stopping until I get what I need.”

The way he protects me, even from him, curls around my heart like a warm blanket.

“You’re doing so well. So fucking well.” He pushes himself up, looks down at where our bodies meet, and rolls his hips which makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Look at how perfectly you’re taking Daddy’s cock, baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

“There you go, sweet girl. Are you going to come for Daddy?”

If there was ever a more excitable person than Talia, it’s my mother. I can only handle her in small doses,

“Jagger? What’s wrong?” The worry weighing down Mom’s voice is touching. “Nothing, Mom. I just wanted to chat.” “Who are you, and what have you done with my son?”

“I need more information Jagger. You can’t drop on me that you have a girlfriend and expect me to go on about my life like this isn’t a monumental event. I need details.”

“She hasn’t taken a breath from speaking at me since you told her about Talia. She’s also heavily caffeinated, and has already picked out your children’s names.” He pats my chest. “Doesn’t matter if the two of you don’t want any kids, she’s planned your whole future, and she’s eying that house on the corner. I had to pull her phone out of her hands so she didn’t call the realtor.”

She shakes Dad’s hand, but Mom’s vibrating at an unnatural frequency reserved only for children on Christmas morning, moms meeting their son’s girlfriends, and Black Friday sales.

“Hugger?” She hooks her thumb at me. “He’s not really much of a people person. How do we feel about people?” Talia’s giggling. “Never mind people,” Dad says. “How do we feel about cheating at the crossword?”

Talia points at Mom. “Love people, love hugs, and he’s a people person for the right people.” She flashes the smile that could make my knees buckle in a heartbeat, then points to Dad. “I feel like cheating is a strong word, Mr. Coleman. I prefer to call it, uh, creative interpretation of the suggested method of completing the activity.” Mom grins. “You can stay.”

I’d loved, I’d lost, and I’d built myself a fortress around my chest so I couldn’t feel anything ever again. But staring down at the force of nature lying in my arms, I can’t help but think this one might be worth feeling for.

“Okay, but y’all’re gonna give me grandbabies, right?” The concern in Mama’s voice makes me giggle, especially when Mariam puts down her coffee cup and levels me with a stare. “Talia, baby, please don’t tell me we’re not getting grandbabies. I know it’s your body, your choice and all, but... you’d make the most beautiful human beings this world has ever seen.”