Pure Vanilla Rule 34 Novels & Stories

He gave further instructions. "Ouch!" Rara exclaimed as one of Jimmy's fingers forcefully penetrated her unprepared entrance. But Jimmy didn't care. And that finger began its actions, pleasuring Rara with a different kind of madness. Meanwhile, Jimmy's other hand was busy squeezing her breasts, which swayed in rhythm with her body's movements. "Oh, Jimmy!" Jimmy grinned. "Continue, you bitch." He enjoyed every time a woman under his control moaned his name. He continued making the woman tremble towards climax only through his touch. He held Rara's back to keep her bent over while he kept moving.

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.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

It was cluttered with files, unlike its usual pristine state. There, right in the center, was a thick document stamped CONFIDENTIAL. I opened it. My eyes scanned the dense legal jargon, skipping over the "whereas" and "hereby" until I found the highlighted section. It was a clause from 1925. The Purity Clause. “...The acting Alpha Prime must maintain a bloodline of pure, documented lineage. Union with a human or unregistered mate results in the immediate forfeiture of majority shares, assets, and Territory rights…”

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

--- Synopsis: Tziyonia has fallen. The golden heart of the kingdom now beats under an iron boot. The Everians, ruthless and many, swept over the land like a plague of steel, led by Queen Sabrina—the daughter of Calantha, born of shadow and crowned in blood. Under her rule, temples are shattered, faith is chained, and the once-noble city bends to idols and fire.

“But I did bring this.” “What's that?” “Rules. Rules we follow now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Fake.” I corrected, laying emphasis. I collected the paper from his hands and read through. “The fake relationship contract.” I laughed and continued reading while he relaxed back, watching the surroundings. “Rules we follow. Number 1. No intimacy, strictly platonic.” I laughed. Of course. We're not doing that. My eyes went back to the paper. “Unless Sharing kisses and hugs in front of everyone in the rink and in the classroom.” I gulped. “Two, always display PDA to make the relationship look real. Three, Must follow Trevor to the rink to snap and cheer. Four, Always be together especial

Then I grabbed my phone and dialed Ivan’s number. “Is my card still in one piece?” “Yes.” Bastard. “I admit, your faith in me is overwhelming.” “Your temper is awful when you’re offended. Don’t think I’ve forgotten the blue underwear incident.” “That was unexpected. So was this, but whatever. You are aware this breaks the rules, aren’t you?” He laughed. “Baby girl, we’ve already broken every rule we ever had. This is the most unconventional sex-only relationship in the history of the world.”

Voice low and deliberate. The thirty days are gone. You chose to stay. That choice is permanent now. So we rewrite the rules. He picked up a single sheet of thick cream paper from the table. No fancy contract. Just his handwriting. Clean. Sharp. Rule one. You exist for my pleasure. Your orgasms, your pain, your tears, your laughter, your sleep, your hunger, every breath belongs to me. You don’t come without permission. You don’t touch yourself without permission. You don’t speak without permission when we’re in scene. Outside of scene you may ask questions. You may say no to anything that crosses your hard limits from the original list. But those limits are the only walls left.

I was expecting something like you are fired but the first thing I read was *Rules to follow* I looked up with wide eyes but Victor was as cold as ice, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his brows knitted together as if he didn't like having me around "Rule number one" he muttered and I had to finish the sentence hence I returned my attention to the first page "I, Vivienne Payton, shall adhere to all the rules Victor Ellison laid down for me...I shall not involve myself in his personal affairs...I'm not allowed to touch him in any way...even if his life is threatened"I read out loud knowing he found me in his bed. How ridiculous was he to think I wanted to touch him on purpose.