Outer Banks Rule 34 Novels & Stories

I flip through the first few pages and catch a glimpse of something that immediately makes me feel my soul leave my body. Rule #17: Under no circumstance shall Party A (Ayla) attempt to seduce, flirt, or romantically engage with Party B (Damon), even under emotional duress. Rule #35: Party A must not fantasize about any romantic future beyond the agreed two-year period. Any wishful thinking will be considered a breach of agreement. Rule #49: Any “accidental” body contact will result in a fine of $5,000 per occurrence. (Yes, accidental is in quotes.)

There is a line of masked people waiting to get in. "There are the rules." Liam points to a poster on the brick wall. It reads, Rule One - Death or lasting harm must be consensual Rule Two - Don't intervene Rule Three - Do what you're told Rule Four - Don't ignore the safe word The third one gives me chills. I can't imagine all of the terrified girls that roll through here. Liam looks down at me. His eyes make my heart skip a beat. "Last chance to turn around Nara."

Whip! RULE NO. 3: I, HEREBY, SURRENDER MY CHASTITY TO MY MISTRESS. I SHALL NOT ORGASM, TOUCH MYSELF, OR EJACULATE WITHOUT MY MISTRESS’S PERMISSION. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE SHALL I GAIN ANY PLEASURE WITHOUT HER EXPLICIT ORDERS. Whip! Whip! Whip! RULE NO. 4: I, HEREBY, SHRED MY MASCULINITY FOR MY MISTRESS'S RE-EDUCATION. I CONSENT TO THE OBJECTIFICATION AND FEMINIZATION OF MY BODY AND PSYCHOLOGY!

They made me stand with my legs apart and hands behind my head. “Rule number two,” Marcus said, voice firm. “Your legs stay open whenever we’re around. That means when you’re sitting, walking, or even just standing still, your pussy and ass are always available. No crossing your legs. No closing up. Understand?” “Yes,” I whispered. Rico stepped close and slapped my pussy lightly. “Louder.” “Yes! My legs stay open for you.” Jax smiled. “Rule number three. You don’t wear panties anymore. Ever. Skirts, dresses, shorts—nothing underneath. We want easy access anytime we want.”

I always do. Slowly, I drag my fingertips down, tracing the soft mounds of my breasts, sliding lower over my stomach, right down the tight, thin cotton of my short shorts, pressing directly into the wet, parted folds between my thighs. His eyes follow every single millimeter of my hand. I can see the violent pulse hammering in his throat. I can see how his cock is practically saying, “Let me go, Chris.” “You seem to be the one who has the problem here,” I murmur, my voice low and thick with a wicked, dripping promise. “Your mind doesn’t give a fuck about rules, does it?”

Carson suggested and Owen drove to his place. “I had no idea the club had pretty ladies in it until that Friday I visited. The girl I was telling you about, she is a stripper. A sexy, hot lady,” Owen spoke, while the words rushed out of his mouth. “Man, I need to see this girl. You have talked about her all day. Are you in love?” Carson questioned and scanned Owen's face. “Me? In love?" He repeated and let out dry laughter. “That's not part of my policy, it is not part of the rules. Being in love makes one weak.” Owen muttered and continued driving, while Carson didn't utter a word.

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”

“Rule three: you’re servers, not participants. You’ll serve anyone who asks, but you are never obligated to accept a request that crosses your boundaries. If it’s… unusual, decline politely. If they push, call me.” “Last: safewords. You’ll hear them all night. Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down. Red means full stop, no questions asked. Those words are sacred. If you hear Red, everything stops. Immediately.” He looked between us, those intense brown eyes measuring. “Understood?” Samy and I exchanged a wide-eyed glance. The world he described was alien, but the rules? They made terrifying, beautiful sense. Controlled chaos. Safe chaos. “Understood,” I said for both of us, surprised

The trip was far too short for my liking and we pulled up at the gym far too soon. "So... it's going to be a bit wild in there. The boys like to get rowdy on fight nights and there's usually a keg or two. Please remember that they don't know what we are and you can't shift or use your wolf speed or strength. Also, if I do get hit or hurt in the ring, there will be NO retaliation. Understand?" Samantha lectured all of us seriously. We all nodded and she made a special point to look at both Troy and myself. We piled out of the vehicle and Rune rushed over to greet us when we walked into the gym.

"Rule number one: You stay absolutely still as long as I am playing with you. Later when I fuck you, you are allowed to move and touch as you like" "Rule number two: You can't talk. You are allowed to make all the sounds of pleasure you like and you are allowed to say my name, but nothing else". He looked at her and she nodded to show that she got it. His hands were stroking her thighs slowly. "And rule number three: You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand all the rules ? And you are allowed to answer my question". "Yes sir, I understand. I will do my very best". Amber just wanted him to fuck her, she couldn’t wait to feel that big hard cock inside her. To be his.