Have a blast from the past on this one. Sound of Obedience was one of the first stories I put up. I’m still very happy with it so I figured I’d share it this week. I really have to get back to this verse and write more stories. Also really need to update the cover and cover blurb. So little time, so much to do…
A generation ago America passed a law allowing a bankrupt person’s debts to be bought by rich Masters. The debt slaves then belonged to their Masters for the duration of the debt. Cain, a debt slave with the soul of a Master, was bought by the Master of Tucker Industries, Dave.
In each other they found what they had always been looking for. Cain found the perfect submissive while Dave found the perfect Master. Their private relationship has to remain their secret, requiring them to reverse the natural roles while in public.
That’s difficult enough but when the mysterious terrorist Black attacks a party they’re attending, Cain is injured and Dave has to protect his lover and secret Master. The party and its aftermath test their relationship, their acting abilities and their lives. Has Cain trained his lover and Master to play his public role well enough that they can both survive?
Sound of Obedience
By Meyari McFarland
“Quiet,” Cain said as he put his work out of his mind, abandoning the numbers and math of his accounting job to focus on Dave.
It wasn’t easy to set aside the role he had to play outside of Dave’s bedroom. If his family’s debts hadn’t been so high, Cain would never have become a debt slave.
The requirement to be servile and obedient grated against his more dominant nature, just as Dave’s more submissive personality ill-suited his position as Master of Tucker Industries. Neither of them was comfortable in the roles society demanded of them.
Not that any of that mattered once they were alone. Here they were both free to be exactly who they truly were. Cain smiled, allowing a long slow breath to slide through his nostrils as he listened to Dave behind him.
The faint creak and slither of rope painted pictures of Dave flexing as he tested the knots tied around his body. Dave’s breath puffed, rapid and shaky with combined excitement and nervousness. This wasn’t a game they played all that often. Nervousness was to be expected, if not acknowledged in his role as Dave’s secret Master.
Dave’s breath had been considerably faster as Cain tied the ropes but now it was slowing, deepening nicely. There was still a good long ways to go but they would get there. Cain had no doubts about his ability to ground Dave, to give them the pleasure they both sought. It was only a matter of how best to achieve their mutual goals.
The faint scratch of his nails over the dresser prompted a quiet moan from Dave. Cain smiled as he considered which of their toys to use. The flogger with its soft leather tresses snapped against his thigh. Dave moaned loudly and then swallowed audibly at Cain’s faint stiffening. Cain waited until Dave had control over his voice again before picking up the cane. Its impact against his palm made Dave wince and flinch, the ropes binding him creaking with the force of his reaction. No, not the cane.
Dave’s breath exploded out of him in a gasp that wasn’t quite loud enough to be a moan when Cain picked up the paddle. The slower pace of his breath disappeared into urgent little pants that made Cain smile. Yes, this should work very nicely indeed.
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