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He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

"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."

"Research is fine. But you can't learn all you need to know by reading. As your Dom, my main responsibility is to keep you safe and secure. The basic tenets of BDSM are safe, sane, and consensual. As my sub, your chief goal would be to please me. You would need to be trained, you know. Cliche as it sounds, it's a journey, not a destination. If you decide to do this. We won't do anything we don't both agree to do ahead of time. "A lot of smart, successful, educated women choose to be submissive, at least in part of their lives. It's like they live their everyday lives going ninety miles an hour with their hair on fire. They want just to let go for a while, to be able to simply feel

I made it home and went straight to my room, my parents were both human, my dad died when I was ten in a car accident and my mother is a retailer, she was the Dom of their relationship, and seeing her only daughter a sub is a big disappointment for her. In a month time, I'll be tested, then they'll choose what kind of institutions to send me to, they are all Dom/Sub school like an institution, I'll still learn math, English, and this academic stuff but add to that I'll take subs classes, and I'll have an appointed dom. The doms chose who they want, anyone that's left gets appointed a substitute Dom till the next batch of sub and doms arrives. You can reject a Dom well if you are brave enough

His praise for my good behavior gave me goosebumps. "Now if you were to break a rule, one that I've clearly stated and has been understood by you, there will be punishments. Now the first rule you already know. You must verbally answer me and say Daddy. The second rule is you cannot cum without permission. This is going to be a bit harder especially in the beginning. Third, you be honest with me. If something makes you uncomfortable, use your safe words. Talk to me. I can't be a good Daddy Dom to you if you don't talk to me. I'm not a mind reader, little one. Fourth, you count with me. If I say to count or start to count, you count with me. And for right now we'll keep it simple and stick wi

Almost claiming. "It's too much having you in here," Aiden whispers, his voice rough as his hand slides to the back of my neck. His fingers glide through my hair with the softest reverence, igniting something primal in me. "On my bed, knowing I can't touch you." "Am I even allowed in here?" I whisper back, already knowing the answer before the words leave my lips. I am not. No subs are ever allowed in a dom’s bedroom. Only the doms are allowed access to the subs’ dorms, which are always shared, always monitored. The forbidden edge of this moment makes my skin prickle.

"Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught." Devon shifted and said. "The ideal candidate would have sufficient submissive traits, most probably discovered by self searching, or experimentation with sexual mates. We could seek out several of these, train them up, and then assist them in finding more permanent masters, for a small fee of course." "Honestly Devon, I like

A sub-Dom relationship. One between us both. I looked back at Damien and for a brief moment, I wondered if he was going to do the same thing he did to Aphrodite to me. But it was clearly written there. “The Submissive is not permitted to love the Dominant. If such weakness occurs, this contract will end at once. The Dominant does not accept devotion beyond obedience.” I wanted to ask what happens if the dominant falls in lovr instead, but I looked at Damien and I almost laughed at loud.

Raviora's Point of View I am standing in front of Adam wearing my big smile and nodding like an obedient kid to him. His fiery eyes went on mine. “What are my rules?” He said, using his stern voice. “Rule number one, I should answer your call every time before it rings three times. Rule number two, I should bring Maxwell with me. Rule number three, I should never run away from you and lastly, no one has to know where I went for the past few weeks.”

I say looking at her and she nods, I'm going to explain some more, but I want to make sure she's not going to object. "In our island, code blue rules include, not being out alone without a dom, obeying your dom rules, talking in respect to every other dom on the perimeter, wearing the clothes that are provided to you, they are little appropriate," he says. "Okay, that's possible," she answers him. "The rest of the rules, are set between the two of us, we can have them written just between us, or we can say them in front of him," I offer her. "I'd prefer to be in private," she says and I gave him one look, she signed the first contract of obeying the island rule before he left.