Obey Me

This Drabble is in response to a Challenge issued on the WL Group.


Micah nestled into Jeremiah’s shoulder and sniffled. His eyes were itchy, his nose stuffed up and a fire still raged in his hindquarters. His curiosity had gotten the best of him again.

He gradually calmed to the comforting declarations of forgiveness being murmured into his hair and the warm hand gently rubbing his back.

“What were you expected to do, my love?”


“Obey me,” was the softly, yet firmly spoken clarification.

Regardless of the circumstances, those words always gave rise to an array of sensations; but thus far, had never failed to impart an abundance of love and caring.

The End

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