OBEDIENT. (Book Four)

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Touch me when I ask.
Touch me when I am afraid to ask.
Touch me with your lips, your hands,
Your heart, your presence in the room.
-Unknown

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This was never supposed to happen.

How had I changed from being a single mother to my 19 year old daughter; a mother who was okay with different people as long as they were far from me, a mother who had to pretend to support my brother and his own different child, to this.

I groaned aloud as I slammed my front door shut before slinking over to the couch.

'This wasn't supposed to happen.' I said out loud. I was never supposed to get caught up in the same terrible acts as these people.

I liked men...

I was married to one for crying out loud. Maybe I shouldn't have been, but I was. And even though I'd never admit it, he gave me the greatest gift of life.

Your homosexual daughter.

I groaned again at that fact. Can it possibly be true? Can you be turned by the people around you?

I surely thought so.

First, my brother's daughter claimed to like women, then my own daughter did too, now, I not only had sex with a woman, but my daughter's own lover caught us. The sick irony of that. I laughed aloud as I could only imagine how my daughter would react. Surely that ridiculous girl she called her love would go blabbering as soon as Ms. T was done 'trying to talk to her'.

Ms. T.

God, it would be easier to hate that woman. Would it make me racist if I said that I wasn't even into her kind? I mean, I'm not even into women, yet alone black women but something about her... control, had me hooked.

I didn't even like being controlled. My husband was a sick, tortuous man whom I wanted dead to this day, but she was different. Yes, she liked power and control and people who submitted to her, and yes, maybe she had somehow manipulated me into doing whatever she liked but she was completely opposite to him.

I groaned again as I was in an internal battle about my abusive ex husband and a married dominatrix who took command of people for a living.

My doorbell rung just then and my heart kicked into instant overdrive as my mind made me aware that my daughter, Jane, could be the only one on the other side. When the ringing of the bell ceased, it was followed by precise knocking and I slowly stood up, heart in throat, as I made my way over to it. As cautiously as I dared, I opened the door, only for it to be pushed out of my hand, slamming into the wall behind it.

"Ms. T?" I asked, shocked.

"No, it's Michelle Obama. I'm thinking of running for president."

I ignored her sarcastic remark as I closed the door behind her but try as I might I couldn't stop my eyes from roaming her features. Can you blame me though? Everything she wore always clung to her body and that same selection of choice always seemed to accentuate her figure, whether she was at her job or not.

Now was no exception; she wore a body fitting blouse that showed a little too much breast and skin tight jeans, making me wonder how she could even breathe in them, but which made her ass irritatingly inviting as she stood in black stilettos that made her tower over me.

"I called your cell but you never picked up." She spoke, cutting into my thoughts with that sexy British accent of hers.

Ms. T folded her arms as she took a stance in front of me and I was once again brought to her full breasts as she looked down at me. Her voice was always so uniquely gravelly and accented that it made my skin catch afire with goosebumps and she knew it. I took a cautious step back as she came towards me and I was too aware of the noise her heels made.

"What... what happened with Darcy?"

"Is Darcy the only one you care about?"

"Don't?"

"Don't what?"

She was now directly in front of me as I was stuck between her and the wall and I held my breath as she boldly presses her body to mine. Her nose grazes my own as her dark eyes intensely watches me and my body involuntarily shivers as her fingers caress my sides.

"She saw us."

"Mm, that she did." Ms. T whispers before softly yet lightly touching her lips to mine. Her fingers trace a line upwards and I gasp as she rubs my already hardened nipples above my thin bra.

"She might tell my daughter." I whisper back.

Talking loud didn't seem an option as she was literally pressed flat against me.

"Your heart is racing, is it because of fright or excitement?"

"I"

I moaned. That's all I was allowed as her lips captured mine and her hands diverted to the opposite direction. It was irritating enough that she was hot, but did she have to be skilled too? I wanted to put the blame on the fact that she was a woman and women knew just how to excite another but it was just inhuman, the way she made me become putty in her hands.

"You're so wet, it's almost pleasing enough." She whispers and all I can do is moan as she pins my hands behind my back. Her free hand slowly invades my personal space as her fingers spread the inside of me and I'm sure her teeth marks are now displayed on my neck. My eyes are closed as I tried to force my brain to function, to stop this madness but instead of me saying stop, don't suddenly appears before it.

Ms. T chuckles at my bold demand before reclaiming my mouth and I don't even put up a fight as she so clearly dominates me, a mere seconds before I'm oversensitized and my body shivers as I come.

My eyes reopen to find Ms. T sucking the fingers that just moments ago left me and I averted my eyes as I'm sure my cheeks are pink.

"She's not going to say anything." She began, her accented voice back to normal as she braces the wall alongside me. "We were in my establishment and she was still my employee. To divulge such information to anyone would lead to an immediate lawsuit and we both know she would never survive that."

"You told her that?"

"Of course not. I'm a dom, I used my body."

"You had sex with her?!" I accused as my eyes shot towards her.

"Now don't you sound jealous. Be careful love, or you'll sound just like them."

I'm left speechless as I know what she's referring too and I immediately scold myself as I watch her head towards the door. My first instinct was to beg her to stay, offer her the same pleasures if only to have her here for another few minutes but then I just couldn't.

My eyes closed at the clicking of my shut door and I groaned as reality stepped in.

I had to stop letting her affect me like this. I was attracted to men. I liked real penises and not fake ones. I liked chests, not breasts. I liked...

Her.

My mind whispered and I still refused to believe it.