Fem Dom Rules Novels & Stories

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.

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.

He bent down and whispered something in her ear that made her smile. "He's probably telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks all flushed and clamped up for him", Jake told Meg. " How do you know?" "It's what Doms do. They praise their subs. You see, the sub is submitting to them. That itself is a really big deal", Jake explained. The Dom bent and in one fluid moment, unclamped a nipple, took it into his mouth and the woman let out another moan. He did the same for the other nipple and she gasped and strained at the cuffs holding her hands down on the table.

“Rule Four: You don’t smile at any other man. If you do, I would fuck you right there, so they know exactly who this pussy belongs to.” “Rule Five: Obedience. If I tell you to knee and suck my cock, you would do immediately. If I want to fuck your ass while you are in the middle of anything, you stop and spread your leg wide for me. Not because you are a whore but because you are mine, my addiction.” As I read each rule, my heartbeat became faster. They were more personal than the rules he had given me when I first arrived. More intimate. More revealing. Each rules sent a shiver to my pussy. I could feel it getting wet. Damien is doing something to my body, my body is finally getting submit

The rules of the contract became my new reality. Rule number four: The Submissive will not touch herself sexually without permission from the Dominant. It was a rule I found increasingly difficult to obey. My body was in a constant state of heightened awareness, a low thrum of arousal just beneath the surface. I’d be in the middle of painting, and the memory of his hands on me would hit me, a wave of heat so strong I’d have to stop and catch my breath.

"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.

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?”