Making Michael Obey

Junie Makes Michael

Book 1
Boruma Publishing
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You've heard it before: girls rule, boys drool. It defines Junie, a mega-teaser who makes life miserable for live-in boyfriend Michael—seducing, spanking, and tormenting him in ways beyond his sexual comfort zone. It's just because the poor guy wants to loll this 110-pound sex maniac around on their new bed. Junie doesn't see it that way. Over the course of a week, she lures him to the powder room (reducing him to a gibbering wreck), the guest room (tying him up, spanking him), the dining room (drizzling chocolate and making him lick her clean), the kitchen (jilling-off in front of him), and finally the bedroom (waking him in the middle of the night). It's all for fun as this loving couple romps all over their apartment. These five stories (nearly 12,000 words) feature hot and explicit M/F sex, oral sex, male and female masturbation (often at the same time), spanking, anal play, and, at long last, feminine surrender to her loving guy (at least for a few minutes). 
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Boruma Publishing
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Jan 2, 101
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9781310198816
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In this sequel to Making Michael Obey, marital bliss had ended for newlyweds Junie and Michael only six months into their marriage—his interest in lovemaking had waned. Junie discovered her husband is more interested in pleasuring himself than making love to her. Her healthy libido wouldn’t stand for second place, and she delivered an ultimatum. Michael, seeing the error of his ways, submitted—and he agreed to wear a locked acrylic device 24/7. Junie has taken complete control of their love life—and discovers she needs more than what Michael can deliver, even after she unlocks the cage.

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“You’re utterly submissive to me now,” Junie said to me. “It’s miraculous. I can really see the changes that chastity has brought. Six months ago, you were this phony image of a man, a successful guy with a beautiful wife. But secretly you were pleasuring yourself in a dark corner, and your woman only served as your receptacle when you were in the mood for real sex.

“Now, you’re mine. You’re absolutely nothing, but you’re all mine. You don’t make love, you don’t touch yourself. You cook, you clean, you fawn over me, you jump two inches off the floor if I look at you cross-eyed.

“You’ve gotten more sensitive, too,” she added. “You’re gentler, more attentive to me. Your lovemaking is absolutely divine. It’s like you consume me with your mouth.”

“Princess,” I added eagerly, “my senses are so much sharper.”

“See? Isn’t that wonderful? That’s what chastity has done for us. That’s why I’m going to keep you chaste. Right, Michael?”

“Yes, Princess. Absolutely. I’m so much happier. It’s just that today…”

“Never mind that. Something else you need to know. Your look of need and desperation enthralls me. I want more. I want more of looking down and seeing you kneeling between my legs, your entire being concentrated on only pleasing me."

Junie placed her curled fist in Melanie’s outstretched hand. “Remember your promise?” Junie whispered. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of Melanie’s belly. Melanie had her price, though: She wanted a weekend alone with Michael, Junie’s caged husband. And Junie had her requirement: Melanie must sleep with her black bull to prepare her for the women’s XXX weekend in D.C., where they would celebrate the legalization of gay marriage on a pretend honeymoon.

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“So, how is this going to work? Will this be a threesome?”

“Gosh, no, Melanie. Gordon detests Michael. The cuckolded husband and all that. Gordon will be out of town most of that weekend. We worked it out. He’ll meet you at a bar Sunday afternoon. He’ll buy you a drink. I can comfortably predict he’ll seduce you. If it makes you more comfortable, you can take him to my place. Michael will be there. That should up the comfort level for you.”

“What about you?”

Junie’s faced turned quizzical. “Me?”

“Don’t you want to be there? To watch your black lover, you know, stretch me?”

“Heavens no, dear. Why would I want to do that? Anyway, I’ll be away that weekend.”

Lunch arrived, and the women’s conversation turned to politics. Earlier that day, the Supreme Court had ruled that gay marriage is legal in every state.

“It makes me so happy to see lesbians walking down the street hand-in-hand, smooching in bars, dancing in clubs,” Junie said as the table was cleared.

“I know two couples who are getting ready to tie the knot.”

“It’s made me think about our weekend.”

“Weekend?”

“If you get Michael for a weekend, it’s only fair that I get you for a weekend, right?”

“Sure. What are your plans?”

“Gay marriage is in the air. Can’t you smell it?” Junie grinned.

“What in the world are you leading up to?”

“You’re going to be my wife, Melanie. For two whole glorious days. We’re going to go on our honeymoon. We’re going to parade around town, arm in arm, holding each other tight, smooching and cooing.”

Melanie stiffened. “I am not a lesbian.”

“No! Neither am I! We’ll pretend! It’ll be fun.”

“Junie, I can’t strut around Boston…”

“I didn’t say here.”

“Where?”

“In D.C. I’ll be at a conference at the Library of Congress that ends Friday at five. I’ll pick you up at Union Station at six forty-five. I’ve got reservations at a great little boutique hotel just off Dupont Circle.”

“I see.”

“Think of it. Two hot chicks dressed to kill, hanging off each other. D.C. is so straight-laced and self-important. We’ll stand out, but in a nice way. We’ll make a splash wherever we go. People will nudge each other and say, Look at those hot lesbians! On Saturday, I’ve got tickets for the ballet at the Kennedy Center. I’ll buy you a drink at intermission. Well, actually, the whole weekend is on me.”

“Then back to our room for the main event?”

Junie smiled. “One of the main events. You don’t know this about me, but I need sex every day. If I don’t have a man, I have to … you know. My sex drive just doesn’t let up. If I go more than twelve hours without an orgasm, I get snappish and moody.” Her eyes lit up. “I want to find out if sleeping a woman will be as satisfying as sleeping with a man. I think so, but I want to know for sure. Think about it, Melanie. After a weekend of sleeping with Michael, topped off by an afternoon with my bull, wouldn’t you like to find out if sleeping with me is enough? Melanie?”

Melanie had closed her eyes. Tendrils of arousal blossomed in the pit of her belly.

In Book 5 of Junie Makes Michael, disaster strikes: Junie’s sexual hijinks land her in trouble with the law—she makes headlines and loses her job. What’s a girl to do? Rather than sit on her rear end, Junie decides to sell it, along with the rear end of her live-in girlfriend Melanie. The notoriety of her arrest catapults her into the upper echelons of high-end escorting, where her sexual adventures include a lesbian sex show with Melanie, sex on (not in) a luxury British car, and a three-way in a private jet at forty thousand feet.

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At six-foot-three, two hundred and thirty pounds, dressed in an Italian suit and custom loafers, Gordon dominated the living room. Sitting in an easy chair next to Junie, he looked around. “You are one of the glummest assemblages of white mother**kers I’ve ever had the misfortune to be with,” he said.

“Thanks for that uplifting greeting,” Junie muttered. “You could’ve just texted your condolences.”

“Woman, I wouldn’t have come over here if all I was going to say is I’m sorry for your pathetic asses.”

“Okay, then why are you here?” Michael asked, bristling. The men despised each other—one, the formerly caged and cuckolded husband, the other the prodigiously endowed lover (and tenured university professor) who had been Junie’s f**k buddy since she was in high school.

“Not to give you any advice, jerk,” Gordon spat. “You people ever hear the phrase, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade?”

Junie rolled her eyes. Melanie, seated next to Michael on the couch, shifted uncomfortably.

“I guess I gotta spell it out for you,” Gordon said, more to himself than the other three people in the living room. “Junie, what is the most important thing in your life? Outside of sleeping and eating?”

She didn’t answer.

“It’s sex. You are the most sexual person I’ve ever met. Even when you’re doing other stuff, Dewey Decimal System stuff, you’re always thinking about sex. Wanting sex. Planning sex. Doing sex.”

“Not in the last few days.”

Gordon made a sour face. “Okay, I really got to spell it out for you. Here’s another question, and I guarantee you it’s not rhetorical. Is there such a thing as bad publicity?”

Junie started to cry.

“Goddam it, Junie, stop that! Listen to me. You’re sitting on a gold mine.”

“What do you mean?” Junie asked between sniffles.

“Well, I mean it figuratively. And literally. You aren’t infamous. You’re famous.”

Michael leaned forward to Junie. “I’m pretty sure, Princess, boyfriend is suggesting you start turning tricks for a living,” he spat. “And I’m sure he’s willing to take a cut.”

“Like just about everything in your miserable life, you got it wrong—dead wrong,” Gordon said. To Junie: “I know people. People who are rich—damn it, rich isn’t the right word. Sports stars. Rappers. Businessmen. Yeah, drug dealers—and I don’t mean street-level. People I grew up with, went to school with. You have no idea how much money they have.”

“So?” Junie asked as she wiped her eyes.

“Damn it, woman, you’re not thinking clear. Remember Robert from Atlanta? My Morehouse buddy? That weekend we spent at my place?”

Junie nodded. It had been her first threesome in several years. After two days of nearly nonstop sex, she had left Gordon’s apartment bruised and happy.

“His brother plays for the Sea Hawks. He has a thirty million dollar contract.”

“I still don’t get it.”

“Listen, Junie. These men…they have wives, they have girlfriends. You know what? Wives and girlfriends are a pain in the ass. Not in the mood. I’ve got a headache. You forgot my birthday. Pain in the ass. So when they want sex, just sex, just to have a good time… Am I getting through?”

“They hire a hooker?”

Gordon slapped his forehead. “They don’t hire a hooker. Okay, there’s a word. ‘Escort.’ A beautiful woman, fun to be with, a perfect date—and very, very skilled at sex. The whole package.”

“How do you break in?” Michael asked.

“Sounds like I’m getting through to someone, finally. It’s not easy. You could do some research, find one of those high-priced Manhattan or Hollywood escort services. Remember that governor of New York? He paid, like, thirty-five hundred a night? But that escort had to split her fee with her madam.

“The best, absolute best way to get into high-end escorting is to freelance,” Gordon continued. He leaned forward, gesturing, intense, his eyes blazing. “It’s also the hardest. You’ve got to be a known entity. Someone with a verified skill set. And you’re over that hurdle.”

“‘Chief librarian offers extended services’?” Michael asked.

“Yes! Goddamn, my phone is going nuts! Junie, all these guys I’ve known for years. I’ve told them about you. You’ve met some of them and slept with at least one. They want to do you! In the nicest possible way! They read those articles and get hard!”

“I should…should…become a prostitute?”

“Think of it as—the entertainment business. Something that you give your all to, which is your style. And not just you. Girlfriend here, too.”

Melanie blinked. “Me?”

“You’re a perfect match, salt and pepper,” Gordon explained. “Junie’s all sexual energy, crazy sex-fiend stuff. She’s a small package that just explodes. Melanie, you’re softer, more innocent. And your body and those boobs…You two make an incredible package. And there’s a big marketing advantage to that, especially with the really high-end customers.”

“Why?” Michael asked.

“It doubles the kink, so you can double the fee. Trust me on this: Nothing, absolutely nothing turns a guy on more than watching two hot women do it. Since you’re already lesbians, so much the better. Only thing, you’ll have to shorten it up, time-wise. Lesbians go on forever.”

Melanie blushed and mouthed to herself, “Am not a lesbian.”

“Oh, god! See what I mean! She’s priceless!”

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Excerpt From “Office Obligations”

 

"You may begin," he inclined his head for me to start dancing and I took a mere moment to decide that I did not want to be so far from my potential source of income.

 

 I put on a bright smile for the sole audience in the midst of empty chairs and started walking towards him immediately. There was no need for subtlety.

 

The closer I was to him, the more I could see of the hard exterior and the grim lines on his face. Here was a man that did not shit around. He looked as if he was forced to be here. His full lips formed a thin line as his brown eyes drank me in. He was wearing a suit that looked tailored to his every curve.

 

His eyebrow cocked in amusement, but he did not stop me from approaching him. I took his silence as agreement and closed the distance between us completely.

 

"You seem stressed," I smiled, body barely touching him as I danced around him. It was a challenge to remain graceful with the little space between seats, but I was no stranger to dancing for a lone customer. Tease, but never touch.

 

"Perhaps I could make you relax?" I offered, lithe fingers ghosting over his arms but not touching. His dark eyes sparkled at me in unwilling admiration and he leaned back to enjoy my sensual dance.

 

I arched and curved my body to his, so close to him that I could smell his cologne, a rich scent of pine and whisky that lingered on my nose even as I drew back. One black eyebrow shot up as my fingers deliberately ghosted over his crotch and I smirked.

 

His hand shot up and he grasped my wrist.

 

"Tell the rest of the girls to leave," he said decisively, addressing James without looking at him. "Cassandra will accompany my friends on the drive to Vegas."

 

Light eyes flinted mockingly at him, "You don't even know my rate yet," I said.

 

"I hope ten thousand dollars per hour would suffice," he responded sardonically, his fingers on my wrists like a handcuff that refused to budge. I was not inclined to have my hand back if he was offering so much money.

 

My bit my lip, fast losing my poise. That was twenty times my going rate.

 

"Another fifty thousand dollar bonus after the trip if you do a good enough job of satisfying my friends," he said.

 

His voice carried a hint of an accent and I was reminded of some oil tycoon in the Middle East despite his fair skin and brown eyes.

 

"You realize that I am merely a dancer?" I felt faintly shocked by the price he was offering. Surely this was too good to be true. I did certain favors for high paying customers, but the money he was offering was a little much.

 

"That is easily remedied," he said.

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Excerpt from Outdoor Menage: Train Station

My car getting ruined must have messed with some nerves in my brain. I was never one to make risky decisions based on lust, but I was willing to go back with this sexy stranger whom I knew nothing about? I must have gone completely and absolutely insane.

All the breath left my lungs when his eyes blazed at my agreement and he closed the space between us. With one hand, he swiftly unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt. With his other, he reached around my waist and pulled me to him.

His lips taste of fine wine.

I wondered how drunk he was and if that fueled his decision to pick up a random woman from a train station.

I stood in his arms, my heart in my throat as he drank the last bit of my restraint from my lips. Then, his hands lifted the hem of my dress and I closed my eyes and stifled a moan.

His eyes were dark with desire when we parted for air and I felt my insides tighten in response to the desperation in his lips as he eagerly kissed me again, swallowing me in the passionate taste of his tongue and lips.

It was dangerous and out of control. "Camera," I gasped when our lips parted for the second time.

He looked around briefly, then grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the track. We disappeared into a little corner where no security cameras could catch what we were doing.

The moment we were out of sight, his hand slipped around the side of my neck and his fingers curled into my hair. He traced my lips with his tongue, then dipped inside for another taste of me. I was lost immediately, eyes fluttering close as I snaked my arms around his waist, appreciating the hard muscles beneath the suit.

He took my face in his hands and rested his forehead to mines as we both fought to catch out breaths. It was surreal. His kisses were intoxicating. I imagined bottling up his kisses for special occasions. Like little puffs of heaven.

I dragged my hands up his back, slipping under his shirt so I could feel bare skin to skin. He shuddered from my touch and I smiled.

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"Here?" my knees buckled.

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In this sequel to Making Michael Obey, marital bliss had ended for newlyweds Junie and Michael only six months into their marriage—his interest in lovemaking had waned. Junie discovered her husband is more interested in pleasuring himself than making love to her. Her healthy libido wouldn’t stand for second place, and she delivered an ultimatum. Michael, seeing the error of his ways, submitted—and he agreed to wear a locked acrylic device 24/7. Junie has taken complete control of their love life—and discovers she needs more than what Michael can deliver, even after she unlocks the cage.

~~~~~  Excerpt  ~~~~~

“You’re utterly submissive to me now,” Junie said to me. “It’s miraculous. I can really see the changes that chastity has brought. Six months ago, you were this phony image of a man, a successful guy with a beautiful wife. But secretly you were pleasuring yourself in a dark corner, and your woman only served as your receptacle when you were in the mood for real sex.

“Now, you’re mine. You’re absolutely nothing, but you’re all mine. You don’t make love, you don’t touch yourself. You cook, you clean, you fawn over me, you jump two inches off the floor if I look at you cross-eyed.

“You’ve gotten more sensitive, too,” she added. “You’re gentler, more attentive to me. Your lovemaking is absolutely divine. It’s like you consume me with your mouth.”

“Princess,” I added eagerly, “my senses are so much sharper.”

“See? Isn’t that wonderful? That’s what chastity has done for us. That’s why I’m going to keep you chaste. Right, Michael?”

“Yes, Princess. Absolutely. I’m so much happier. It’s just that today…”

“Never mind that. Something else you need to know. Your look of need and desperation enthralls me. I want more. I want more of looking down and seeing you kneeling between my legs, your entire being concentrated on only pleasing me."

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