Rules For A Dom Novels & Stories

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

“This is a place where you can let go. Let go of the bullshit of the outside world. Relinquish control and everyday life decisions, to me. It’s my job to take the weight of the world off your shoulders and to gain your complete trust. In return, I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.” His silky smooth accent wrapped around Kira like a warm blanket. “Oh Okay.” She practically panted almost whimpering. “I must follow the rules, so let’s get the first rule out of the way. Do I have your permission to play?” Dom asked seriously. “Mmhmm,” was all that Kira could get out as she nodded her head.

A hell of a lot of damage could be done in that time with a Dom who was just pretending and whose single goal was to have a servant and inflict pain. "The man you were with? I promise you he's not a real Dom. True Masters respect their subs and treat them accordingly. I hate it that the one big experience you've had was with an asshole like this. There are plenty of good Masters around, you know." She stared at him. "If you say so." "I do. If I - " He gave himself a mental shake. "Never mind. So, you have the first two rules. We'll have to make up the rest as we go along. To begin with, I'm going to teach you to relax."

Then, more circumspectly, "What are you talking about?" Stay cool... "Does the phrase 'The Doms have the control. The subs have the power.' mean anything to you?" "I've read of it, yes. So?" That word is beginning to annoy me. "So, while the Dom has control, it is not unconditional, and it is not without limits. The sub always has the final say on how far things go; whether we're talking about the bedroom or day-to-day living..." He shifts in his seat. "In a D/s relationship, the sub has a safe word. And if that safe word is used, then it is for the Dom to stop whatever is happening. Not to question it. Not to get annoyed. To stop. That is at the core of the relationship."

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

I throw my half empty water bottle at the back of his head, hitting my target hdead on as he walks down the hall laughing like the fucking manic that he is. that night i dont think i slept more then an hour as i tossed and turnedthinking about the rules Durani gave us and the rules we still have yet to add to her rules. i understand that we shouldnt add rules that arnt for the sub/dom roles we have when we are at home and behind closed door but this is the one thing im going to make clear when we talk about it later.

she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out.

The rest of the dinner was the usual with the whole family being merry. Serena lay in bed as she thought how her brother is soon going to be passed on the duty of the beta. Damon is 22 and the gamma’s son is 23 but both of them have had to wait till her brother’s best friend, the alpha’s son Vante is 22, his birthday is in a month. They waited because in our pack the ceremony is held only after all three of them, three of them referring to the people taking the position of Alpha, Beta and Gamma are of age that is 22. And soon she was drifting off to dreamland.