Dom Rules List Novels & Stories

Suddenly a sense of arriving at a place where I belonged swept over me. After spending over 3 hours arranging and cleaning my new room,I went downstairs to get some of my painting tools. Arriving there,I saw Dominic on the couch sipping alcohol or whatever it was he was drinking. Dominic turned to me, his expression serious. "Madison"he called. "Yes boss"I said almost scoffing. “There are rules,” he said. I straightened. “Rules?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “You’ll follow them.” I waited. “No male friends in the house,” he said. “No exceptions.”

"Have you ever heard of BDSM? Beyond just the jokes people make?" I swallowed hard. "I know what the letters stand for. Power play. Control. That kind of thing." "It’s about trust, Leo," David said. He walked back to his desk and picked up a thin folder I hadn't noticed before. He held it out to me. "I’ve had this ready for a while. I wasn't sure if I’d ever show it to you." I took the folder. Inside was a single sheet of paper. It looked like a legal contract, but the terms were different. It talked about boundaries, safewords, and roles. It talked about a "Dom" and a "Sub."

"Dominic, we understand your position. But there is a law in our land that you cannot ignore. The elders have every right to intervene if something is happening in the kingdom that we deem dangerous." Elder Simon pulled out a parchment from within his robe, unrolling it slowly. "There is a specific road in the constituency—an old rule passed down from our forefathers. We have the right to say something if there's an imminent threat to our kind. A werewolf, especially one with no ties to our people, is a threat." Dominic's eyes darkened as he stared at the parchment. "That road is irrelevant. Summer is no threat to anyone in this kingdom. She's under my protection, and that's final."

His strong, strong hands were grasping and kneading at her breasts, anchoring her body in this delicious, helpless limbo, as he fucked her senselessly. Intimate was not the word. Love was not the word. This was domination—fierce, animalistic, mindless—and she was caught in it. She was near the edge—she couldn’t hold much longer. All this pleasure was going to tide over, soon, again. Her cries caught in her throat as she felt herself about to cum, the delicious, crashing weight pitched past the breaking point. Kade felt it too, and he seized the front of her neck with that firm, controlling hold.

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

I will implicate any punishment that I see fit should you fail to uphold this contract and break our rules. I ask for ownership of your mind, body and soul with the understanding that your physical, emotional and mental safety will be cared for. Risk of life or livelihood allows for termination of this contract. The submissive's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Submissive -Do not disrespect me or any other dominant -Always follow Club Sin's rules -During a scene always address me with the appropriate names we discussed (Daddy, Sir) -Only 3 cigarettes a day allowed -No alcohol under any circumstances

If I got away with just some deep muscle bruising, I would finally take Talia up and join her Krav Maga classes. "Willow, look at me," Dom ordered. His voice was hard and gruff. I turned to look at him, my gaze hard. "You could take a half. Even a quarter. That much isn't going to take you back down that path. We would monitor it for you. No one else."

“Agreed.” “What are your demands?” Dominic kept his expression stoic. “I will expect Rafaella to comply with the rules of our lifestyle, no other man may touch her except for me. She will not question me about famiglia business unless I choose to discuss it with her. She will not work, but I also do not expect her to sit idly. She may practice any hobbies she has and further her studies. If she has piercings anywhere other than her ears, I want them removed. I will also expect her to wax her pussy.”

Dominic entered, still in his crisp black suit from the night shift, sharp jaw set, dangerous eyes scanning me from head to toe. God, he looked lethal in the early light broad shoulders, that weapon built body moving with predator grace. Twice my age and radiating raw power. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “Mr. Beaumont,” Dominic said, voice gravel deep and controlled. “Sir.” “Effective immediately, you’re Lila’s full time detail,” Daddy ordered. “She goes nowhere without you. No clubs, no detours, no bullshit. If she tries anything, you restrain her if needed. Understood?”

“You’re threatening my wife and child.” “I’m reminding you,” Dominic replied evenly, “that there are rules in this world. Unspoken, yes. But very much enforced.” Aaron stepped closer, his voice tight. “You so much as drive past this house again, I’ll bury you in lawsuits and federal heat so deep you won’t breathe for a decade.” Dominic gave a slow, mocking nod. “That’s the spirit, Aaron. Fire in the blood. Just like him.” He turned, coat flapping as he walked back to the gate.