Rules For A Dom Novels & Stories

“It’s alright, Little One. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see how your body responds to my touch. This delicious little body was made to be mine and mine only. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to worship until you can no longer walk straight. Once this is all over and I bring you back to our pack, you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never known.” “W-what do you mean?” “Do you know what a Dom is, Little One?” “No,” I whispered. He lowered his voice to the sexiest huskiest tone I’d ever heard before and explained. “I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to be 100% submissive to me. If yo

Rules once clear now meant nothing. This moment, I set the terms. Rules came from me now.

I had to spend the next few hours with Marco for him to set all the rules before I go back to work. "You call me Sir or Daddy Talia, you obey and do what you're asked to, you be respectful to other littles and the other dom okay?" he says and I nod, these are some simple rules I can follow them. "I prefer verbal answers little one," he says in a scolding voice. "Yes...sir," I say and he smiles at me. "We'll make this easy on you, Talia, until you decide who you want to be your full-time dom, I can assure you most of the trainers are interested in you," he says making me blush he can't be serious.

Satisfied that I rattled his cage, I turn my full attention to Melanie, who has her disgusting sneer plastered to her unbearable face. Damon steps up to us to explain the rules of the fight, "You will fight until someone submits, someone passes out. There is no draw. There will be a winner—human forms only. The winner will stay in the ring until they are defeated. Transitioning into your wolf form means you're disqualified from the rest of the tournament. Understood?"

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Damon waved her off , she smiled at me and left . And then it was just us. I placed my bag on the floor. Damon walked forward and stopped in front of me. I could hear the hum of the fridge somewhere in the back of the house. It felt too quiet. “Okay,” he said finally, his voice calm. “We should set some rules.” Rules. Of course. Trust Damon to treat this like a business merger. “Rules,” I repeated, crossing my arms. “Fine. You start.” He placed his hands behind his back, like he was presenting. “Number one , we don’t discuss the past unless it’s necessary.”

I will implicate any punishment that I see fit should you fail to uphold this contract and break our rules. I ask for ownership of your mind, body and soul with the understanding that your physical, emotional and mental safety will be cared for. Risk of life or livelihood allows for termination of this contract. The submissive's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Submissive -Do not disrespect me or any other dominant -Always follow Club Sin's rules -During a scene always address me with the appropriate names we discussed (Daddy, Sir) -Only 3 cigarettes a day allowed -No alcohol under any circumstances

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

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.