Dom Rules List Novels & Stories

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Axel was above me, his hands on my face as our kiss set everything around us on fire. “I’ll come back from the honeymoon in a month. And in a month I want to see you in the office. If you’re not there, I’ll turn all five continents upside down to find you.” My breath caught for a moment. In his eyes I saw a determination that made my legs tremble. “We’ll see.” He kissed my neck, making me moan softly. “You belong to me, don’t you know that?” he whispered near my neck. “Axel.” “I want you to understand it. I’d cut off the hands of anyone who touched you. And I’d gouge out the eyes of anyone who dared look at you.”

“You should be with her. She’s perfect. She’s everything you wanted. I’m just... I’m too old for this game.” “I decide who I want,” Dominic growls, his eyes darkening until they are pure obsidian. He presses his weight into her, making her feel every inch of his dominance. “And right now, I want to teach you why you should never, ever break my rules.” Before she can blink, he hoists her up with a grunt of exertion. Her skirt bunches high as he slams her down onto the edge of the cold marble vanity. He steps between her knees, his thighs spreading hers wide, his presence an absolute, crushing weight.

Tattoos peeked from his collar and his dark eyes found hers the moment she stepped inside. “Dr. Voss,” he said. His voice was low and calm. “They told me you would be the one.” Elara closed the door behind her. “Yes. I’m handling your case personally. Please sit down so we can talk first.” Dante sat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t look nervous. He watched her like he had all the time in the world. Elara opened his file on the desk. “Your records show severe erectile dysfunction. Nothing has worked. And you have an allergy to women. Skin contact causes problems. Is that correct?”

“I don’t want to run.” His nostrils flared and his lips thinned as he pressed them together. He put his wine down on the table and sat forward, his eyes burning into hers. “Lisa,” he said, his voice stern, “don’t lie to me. That is rule number one. There needs to be trust between a Dom and a sub and that means that there can be no secrets, no lies. Now tell me what is wrong. What has you all tied up in knots?”

I stared briefly at her before my gaze flickered again, lingering for a little too long on those pale blue eyes, but they were too intense and I turned away. “Well, here,” Dominique started, sitting upright on the couch. “There are a couple of rules you have to follow. Break them, and you might not live to see another day. One of them is that anytime I’m speaking, don’t you dare stare down at me. I hate laziness. I hate untardinness and you have to look neat at all times. There is no room for inconsistencies and I like punctuality. I take it as the next best thing to godliness. Do you understand?”

He wanted permission to do his worst. “Who are they Paul? I need more details than that to tell you what moves to make.” Dominic didn’t give out blanket orders without knowing the full details. Because he wanted to know what happened and who was guilty. That was how he split the hairs between him and a common criminal. Dominic had rules and a code to follow. Of course, it was complicated by the existence of the supernatural but that was a given. “It’s the little green buggers with help it seems from someone bigger. Their messing with our deliveries to all our businesses.”

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.

Just Dominus. Which was... strangely hotter than it should have been. The heading read “CONFIDENTIAL SUBMISSION AGREEMENT” Between: Dominus (Hereafter referred to as "The Dominant") and Aria Liana Valente (Hereafter referred to as "The Submissive") This agreement is entered into willingly, knowingly, and with full consent by both parties for the sole purpose of engaging in a Dom/Sub dynamic that includes, but is not limited to, physical, psychological, sensual, and emotional submission.

he emphasized Ben’s preferred official club title, “—the rest you’ll have to get from her. And you know the rules since you had a heavy hand establishing them, so tread lightly. I have no issue throwing your ass out if you think you’re above the rules.” As designated club head master, Murphy screened all applicants thoroughly. He kept the club balanced with the ratio of Doms to subs. He ran the club with an iron fist and a closed mouth. Which sucked balls right now, because Ben wanted to know everything about this supposed Domme. Of course the goddamn rules came back to bite him in the ass the one time he needed to break one. Besides the first rule—everything that happened in the Rawhide Clu