Obey: 2. The Second Command

Clara barely slept.

The note burned through her dreams, the words Good girl echoing inside her skull like a whisper pressed against her ear. When she did drift into sleep, she woke gasping, her sheets tangled around her bare legs, her body hot and aching.

She told herself she wouldn’t do it. She told herself it was madness to listen, that it was probably some elaborate prank, maybe even something dangerous. But when she stood before her closet that morning, staring at her clothes, her pulse thrummed with a shameful, intoxicating heat.

The command was clear: nothing under the dress.

She chose a simple navy shift, professional enough for work, modest at first glance. But as she slid it over her bare skin, her nipples peaked against the fabric, betraying her. Her thighs clenched as she felt the cool brush of the hem against bare flesh, no silk, no cotton between her and the world.

Her reflection startled her. She looked… brighter somehow. Alive.

By the time