Page 2 of His To Obey

I ordered wings and fries, before showering and retreating to my plush couch in my suite. This was my life in a nutshell. When I wasn’t dominating men as Mistress Venin, I was Blythe Livingston, accountant at my firm and a bonafide bitch. I spent a lot of time alone. If I wasn’t visiting my mom or spending time with my best friend, I was here cozy in my skin. I liked it this way. I was in control and nothing would change that.

Hours later I was still wide-awake half watching Law and Order SVU and sipping a glass of wine. I decided to jump on social media, which was something I hardly ever did. But I was bored and couldn’t sleep, so my idle mind turned into idle hands and I scrolled through. I was looking at all the people I went to high school and college with. It was kind of irritating to see all the pretending like life was sweet and normal when I knew most were cheating, drowning in debt and downright miserable. I couldn’t stand the pretenders, and I rolled my eyes a million times at the mess.

This was part of the reason I wasn’t on it often, because it irritated me most of the time. The other reason was because I tried to keep a low profile. My lifestyle mainly but I did like to see what the world was up to here and there. I also used it for research purposes as well. I searched up Counselor Rosewood’s profile and clicked on it. I had to admit he was very handsome for his age; he was just a selfish individual. I looked through all his family photos. He had two beautiful daughters that just graduated from college and a son that was following closely in his footsteps. His wife was a bombshell even in her mature years. She could have been a model on the cover of magazines if you asked me. His family looked so picture perfect to the naked eye. And yet I knew the truth, he literally just left on his hands and knees.

I didn’t understand how a man could have everything and still greedily want more. How could he be in my playroom begging for me to please him when he had the greatest pleasure. A successful career, amazing family and a loving supportive wife. He had what most begged for. My family consisted of my mother, my aunt and myself right now. I would love to have more but life was cruel to the deserving.

So often I wanted to shut down the Venin Room because I felt bad for what I may be doing to families but then there are other times when I’d say fuck them and continue to torture men. That usually outweighed everything. I was providing a service. If it wasn’t me doing it, it would be someone else so I might as well be the one benefiting from it. If they didn’t care about their lives and family, why should I.

I was two years into his post, admiring all the family events and vacations when I noticed a post with who I thought could be a familiar face. I actually noticed a couple photos of the counselor, his wife, and a couple people from my firm. How ironic that he was already in the circle of people I would be forcing him into soon. Like I said, the men I allowed in my space served a purpose. I would need to remember to follow up with my colleagues later about how they knew him.

Just as I was preparing to exit out of the social sites and take my ass to bed a message bubble popped up. The user didn’t follow me and I didn’t follow them. The profile name was Wild One, so I assumed it was spam, but I opened it anyway.

WildOne212: Hey.

WildOne212: You are still so beautiful.

WildOne212: I will see you soon, gorgeous.

I clicked on the profile, and nothing was there, no pictures, no tags, nothing. It was really strange, but it could have very well been spam. Shrugging it off I closed out of the app and took my ass to bed. If someone did plan to see me soon, they’d better be ready to see my baby pearly too.

Chapter Two

BLYTHE

“Good morning, Ms. Blythe!”

“Good morning, Autumn. Can you grab your iPad and meet me in my office please?” I strutted past my assistant’s desk in my all-black dress and high heels.

My waist length hair was up in a high bun with strands lightly sculpting my face. This was my signature look working in an office full of what felt like men only. I had to always look professional and on my shit. There were only two black women accountants in this accounting firm, me and the CEO. The rest were egotistical misogynistic men. I hated that about working here but the CEO, Mrs. McCallum, gave me hope. She had a position for partner, and I was working my ass off to get it. I was hoping since she was the only other black female in the office that I would be considered but she seemed to be keeping things fair.

“Good morning, Blythe, you look amazing this morning.” I looked over in the direction of the voice and found Lloyd the office intern standing near my office. “Good morning, Lloyd, thank you.” I wanted to tell him to go to hell and get the fuck away from my office, but I needed to stay professional. I could not stand him to save my life. it was something about him that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. He was creepy and was always around for some reason.

“Of course. I mean you always look good, but you really look good today.” Rolling my eyes I exhaled deep. Every day he flirted with me. He has recently started asking if I would consider going on a date and each time I declined. He just wouldn’t get the hint. I don’t know why he didn’t realize I didn’t like him. Even Autumn’s rude ass told him bluntly, but he still tried. Looking over in her direction I noticed her cracking her neck from side to side like she was preparing for a fight. I smiled and dismissed myself before moving into my office, closing the door in Lloyd’s face.

“Umm, Lloyd, I have a question. Was your school bus long or short in school?”

“Huh, I don’t follow?”

“And there is my answer.” I could hear Autumn talking to him right outside my door. I chuckled as I sat my things at my dark mahogany wood desk. I decided to check my messages on my Dom phone while I waited for Autumn and my computer to cut on.

So many men wanted a repeat of the things I did to them, but things could get a little sticky doubling back too often. Most of my power trip came from having a leg up on the elite men. They are how I am able to sign such big accounting contracts. One call and maybe an email reminder of our rendezvous and they are signing on the dotted line. Don’t get me wrong once they are signed under McCallum accounting firm they are treated very well and I am a damn good accountant. But it’s hard for men to give females in the corporate world a fair chance. So, like I said I want to make partner, by any means necessary. It is an added bonus when they bless my account with praise money for what I do to them.

“Go do some work Lloyd.” I looked up as Autumn opened my door.

“Of course. Have a great day ladies.” He walked off just as a few higher ups walked by.

“Good morning, I have those case files you requested…” Autumn spoke loudly as she closed my office door. She turned to me with a smirk on her face. “Spill it bitch. I want all the juicy details.” I watched her sashay over to my desk and plop down in the chair in front of me before crossing her thick thigh over the other. She stared at me and I glared back. The stare down lasted all of thirty seconds before we both burst out laughing. There are only a couple of people I hold dear, and my best friend was indeed one of them. It was only right I hire her as my assistant when she was looking for work. I trust her with my life in everything I do.

“Well, I told you the ball was bland but the after party was fun.” I sat back in my chair and examined my stiletto manicure. I needed a rebase soon. It’s been a week and I don’t want them to start lifting. “Do me a favor and schedule us manicures and pedicures please.”

“Done, now give me the details hoe.”

“And I told you I slipped the card in the city counselor’s pocket. Well, he finally scheduled a meeting.”

“Yes! With his fine ass!!”

“He is indeed fine. And that dick was beautiful.”