Fem Dom Rules Novels & Stories

Julian was a Soft Dom, and Henri could be referred to as a Pleasure Dom. They were two sides of the same coin, and I still couldn’t choose between them. Instead, I found myself dangerously caught in the middle, where the lines between control, identity, and surrender blurred beyond recognition. One reckless decision led to another, and now I was no longer just the brat with forbidden desires. I was a wife, and a soon-to-be mother, discovering powers that both thrilled and terrified me. I doubt my father ever imagined I’d fall for Alphas instead of the rogue he had handpicked for me.

So could I. “So, how many males did you date in college?” I looked up and gaped at him. Although it was a casual question, I could sense the intense jealousy and possessiveness coursing through his body. “None. I concentrated only on my studies. I’m sure you would have felt the pain if I were with someone. That’s how the mate bond works, right?” He nodded, believing me. “Then did you feel pain when Dimitra abused me?” I shook my head slowly since I was as baffled as he was.

"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

She watched emily drive out of sight. She could have dragged that bike with emily or force emily to let her ride with her. But no she dare not. For the past few days she had been with them Nathan made it clear to her that she wasn't any different from the rest. And she was to follow the rules which also says no one should ever dare to disobey emily or fight her. Emily has authority and power over them all. And no one dares to go against her order. She has been through the rules and regulations guiding the gang. And now she was making sure not to cross her limits.

It's the second time I've felt the urge to kiss her and I swear she feels it too, but I need to get up early and this is the best way to get to my safe room. " I don't like it, I'm going to bed, I need to get up early." " Aren't you going to finish?" She looks at me with that cute little face like a puppy that's fallen over, but I have to be strong. I'm a BDSM dominatrix. The first rule of a dominatrix is to dominate yourself. Who am I if I give in to the temptation to do the wrong thing? She said no sex and I'm true to my word. I stand up quickly.

I was so angry I had left it here on purpose. “Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her. She comes next to me and kneels. “What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed. “I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.” Oh, for fuck’s sake! The feminist in me hates this very idea. ‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.

Strangely, even though she spent a year fighting for a divorce from Dom and then another year recovering from it, she wasn't at all nervous about what she and Victor had just agreed to. As he read on, her cheeks flushed because she knew what the next part of her self-made contract involved. "Only have sex Saturday night to Sunday night." It was obvious he was trying to force a smile as he looked up at her. "Never on weekdays?" She shook her head firmly. "I think it makes a lot of sense to have these— "R—rules," he added. "Okay." She nodded briskly. "Hmm." He turned a page and frowned when he found that there was no more content. "There are no penalty clauses."

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.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

Find a way to change rules 34 and 46. What is rule number 34 and 46? I flipped back to the pages I skipped and found my answer within those pages. Rule 34: Demons are not, in any form or manner, allowed to have any intimate relationship with any human. Rule 46: No demon is to lay claim to any human children. This was definitely my dad.