Rules For A Dom Novels & Stories

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

Only the rules will be changed. *****

I drop my phone, my lips instantly tightening as I look up at the sound of Ecclesiastes's voice. "Sorry, it’s just..." "Your Dom." My throat tightens and my body freeze at the tense way he says the word 'Dom'. Before I can breathe, my phone pings. Then again, and again. "You can take it," he permits and that sounds wrong. I don't need his permission to check my own device, but I ignore the slight irritation and look down at the screen. >Banks: I remember being the one who gives the rules in this relationship, Anor.

This is a dungeon. “Do you like BDSM?” Roman’s voice comes from behind me. I turn to look at him. He’s watching me carefully and reading my reaction. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I’d like to try.” Something dark flashes in his eyes. “Then we need to establish rules first.” “Rules?” “You do exactly what I tell you. When I tell you. No hesitation. No questions.” He steps closer. “And if something is too much, if you want to stop, you say red. That’s your safe word. Say it and everything stops immediately. Understand?”

Hugo muttered. "She got a mountain of paperwork," Dominic said, blowing a cloud of smoke. "He’s still breathing, Dom. That’s a loose end." Dominic’s eyes narrowed. "He’s breathing in a six-by-six cage. That’s not a loose end. That’s a warning to anyone else who thinks they’re a player." "The boys are waiting. They want the new rules." "The rules haven't changed," Dominic said, heading for the driver's seat. He drove off, the sirens fading into the dark. Just another Friday night.

Skimming through the agreement, I read it. Dominant: Amayra Mehta Submissive: Abraham George Harris. Fuck! It was quite hot. I tried not to get gaga over it. But it was actually something terribly hot. With my tired eyes, I tried to read the rules properly. • The dominant will hold complete rights to the submissive's daily routine during the duration of the process. • The submissive has to report all the activities to the dominant and the submissive can't move away without reporting the dominant. • The submissive will take full care of himself and the dominant.

he emphasized Ben’s preferred official club title, “—the rest you’ll have to get from her. And you know the rules since you had a heavy hand establishing them, so tread lightly. I have no issue throwing your ass out if you think you’re above the rules.” As designated club head master, Murphy screened all applicants thoroughly. He kept the club balanced with the ratio of Doms to subs. He ran the club with an iron fist and a closed mouth. Which sucked balls right now, because Ben wanted to know everything about this supposed Domme. Of course the goddamn rules came back to bite him in the ass the one time he needed to break one. Besides the first rule—everything that happened in the Rawhide Clu

Each Party agrees and affirms that--' More boring stuff. I flipped through random pages until my eyes landed on something that got my heart racing. '--will be rewarded with as much pleasure as Party B can take.' What?! I must be falling asleep and dreaming these words. I rubbed my eyes and tried to find that page again. 'Party A will lay down the ground rules for Party B during the contract term. Party B agrees to be submissive, and Party A is deemed as the Dominant. Serious consequences will follow for Party B when rules are broken.'

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”

He just stares at me like the heavens have split open above him—like I’m offering him salvation and damnation all at once. Aiden's chest rises and falls, tension rolling off him in heavy waves. "I... I..." he stammers, adorably lost. "I've never thought about that. I think... I think it's pretty clear the rule goes both ways." "But it doesn't," I say, shaking my head slowly. I've only ever heard of doms touching subs... never the other way around. I shift closer, my knee brushing his. Electricity sparks at the small contact, making his breath hitch.