Jehovah Witness Bedroom Laws นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He walked over to the small kitchenette, grabbed a black permanent marker from the counter, and walked to the large whiteboard hanging near the door—usually meant for hockey plays. He started writing. The squeak of the marker against the board sounded like a series of screams. RULE 1: NO SCENT CONTAMINATION. Keep your Omega pheromones in your room. If I smell 'Heat' in the living room, you're out. RULE 2: NO GUESTS. I don't want your cheerleader friends or your Beta lapdogs in my space. RULE 3: ABSOLUTE SILENCE. When I'm home, I'm the only one who speaks.

One week had passed since I started living with dad and I still had no job. A day after I arrived here, Dad surprisingly visited my room. He knocked once and responded by himself. “Coming in.” I straightened on my bed, tensed. Friction hung in the air as neither of us said anything. Then, he clapped twice. “House rules,” he said. “What?” “You’ll stay out of my bedroom,” he started, ignoring me. “You can’t bring men without notice and they can’t be different in one week.”

“Body remembers who it belongs to now.” Jude’s hips twitched forward into the grip. His hole still ached from the night before—tender, used, greedy. Victor’s cock rested heavy and half-hard against the cleft of his ass, skin on skin. “What time is it?” Jude managed. “Just after six. I’ve got a meeting at nine. That gives us two hours.” Victor’s thumb swiped over the head of Jude’s cock, collecting the wetness there and spreading it down the shaft. “New rule starts today. You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to. Not in the shower. Not when I’m at work. Not even if you’re so hard it hurts. Clear?”

Micah asks. "They are... the same reason we can't take them out of this room. So, will you do the honour by helping me with these?" I ask. "Of course. I like reading." We take the comfortable seats at the side of the secured room, and I take the copybook of Euthoria Kingdom rules. Micah takes the one that has the details about the noblemen. Then we fall into a moment of silence until I gasp at rule number 14. "What the hell... Micah. It says here that maids and manservants aren't allowed to have any kind of intimate relationships within the palace walls. I had no idea." I say.

"Clear ones. Non-negotiable." He flips the notebook open and starts writing. The scratch of the pen is the only sound for a long minute. I lean over to see what he's writing. 1. No touching unless absolutely necessary for appearances. 2. Separate bedrooms. Always. 3. No questions about my past, my habits, or what I do when I leave the penthouse. 4. You eat three meals a day. I check. 5. No leaving the building without me or approved security. He stops and scratches out the sixth one before I can read it. Then he writes again.

He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, relaxing his elbows against his knees, "The words, your room, or my room, don't mean we wouldn't share a bed at night. These rooms are solely where our things are stored. It keeps it more organized that way. If the staff need to put away your clothes, they would know to go to your closet." Jade could understand how that would make sense. It was a large house, and she was sure a lot went on behind the scenes to maintain a systematic order. She sat taller and looked him in the eyes. The last requirement was not open to question or debate. "Never again will I be locked in this room all day. You have an entire staff, and I'm sure cameras, to keep tabs on

Of course, it's none other than Liam. "W-what is it? " Liam let go of her arms and put his hands inside his pocket. "There are rules that you need to follow while you're in my house. " He said coldly. "And what are those? " She said in a soft voice. "My first rule, you're not allowed to sleep at the master bedroom. " She widens her eyes in shock. But they're married. Why is she not allowed to sleep inside the master's bedroom? "W-why? Were married Liam, I think I have the right to sleep there. "

A small lamp in the corner sitting exactly where a lamp should sit. I could not remember the last time I had slept in a real bed. “The bathroom is through that door,” he said from behind me. “It connects to the corridor so we do not share an entrance.” I nodded. “Your belongings stay in this room,” he said. “Nothing moves in the common areas without my knowledge.” I turned to look at him. “Nothing moves?” I said. “This apartment has an order,” he said. “It functions because of that order. I am not asking you to understand it. I am asking you to respect it.”

I thought. "Are you sure?" He asked, taking another step closer when I inched deeper away, the colour in my cheeks slowly fading away as it started. "I'm alright. You had something to say. I think it was about the other rules. Tell me." I said, changing the topic. "Okay." He said, retreating his steps. "What was I even doing?" He said to himself, clearing his throat. "The other rules are quite simple. You can't go into my room by any means, whatsoever or touch anything in it without my authorization. Even with my authorization, do not go in. It should be better that way."

You will not touch yourself sexually without my explicit command. Rule 5: You will undergo a daily inspection. At 8 PM every night, you will present yourself in the living room. You will be naked, on your knees, with your legs spread and your hands behind your head. You will not move or speak until the inspection is complete. Rule 6: You will keep a journal. In it, you will document your daily thoughts, your feelings, your desires, and your fears. You will be completely honest. The journal will be placed on my desk every morning for my review. Any dishonesty will be severely punished.