Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

“Alright. That’s all the rules. I believe you both understand cos I can’t and won’t repeat them. You begin the fight when I tell you to.” The ref said and quickly ran out of the dome. Wilson thought back to the rules. There were actually just two. One, don’t kill yourselves and two, don’t injure yourselves beyond what current medical treatments and healing powers can fix. Bones can be broken and even some internal organs can be struck at to a certain extent. As long as they did not go overboard. The ref did not forget to mention that he/she (Wilson could not tell the gender. Neither by body shape nor by voice. Both could either belong to a male or female. And even more, the ref seemed like a

I stared briefly at her before my gaze flickered again, lingering for a little too long on those pale blue eyes, but they were too intense and I turned away. “Well, here,” Dominique started, sitting upright on the couch. “There are a couple of rules you have to follow. Break them, and you might not live to see another day. One of them is that anytime I’m speaking, don’t you dare stare down at me. I hate laziness. I hate untardinness and you have to look neat at all times. There is no room for inconsistencies and I like punctuality. I take it as the next best thing to godliness. Do you understand?”

“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

As we walked out of the locker room Logan reminded me of the rules once again. “Okay, so I hope you remember everything? Don't leave my side or Grayson's, and don't look at Doms in their eyes unless you are invited to do so. Don't speak to any of them, except the ones who will be with Grayson and only if they ask you questions. You have a red band which means you are not open to any action, so that should stop anyone from talking to you. And keep your head down as much as possible when we are not on the dance floor, thatie the earliest. Don't forget to respect everyone, especially the Doms and everything will be okay. That part also goes while we are dancing.”

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

“Why is there a three-to-five day silence period for Dominants and Dommes after a date, but not for the ones who are getting paid?” The room goes still. I glance at her, then at Nathan, who slowly lifts his head, frowning as he turns her question over in his mind. “She’s right,” he says, the realization settling over his face like a curtain being drawn back. “We added the delay for Dominants and Dommes after a session to give the submissive time to report any breach of the Safe, Sane, Consensual agreements. If a report is filed, their account is immediately frozen, and it stops them from setting up another meeting while we investigate.”

This was the perfect opportunity for me to teach some of them an unforgettable lesson and I was eager to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, my head elder was also quick to save them. His face was filled with displeasure as he said to them. "Have you forgotten the fifth rule your alpha set? All dominants, leave the room right now." Their eyes lit up with realization when they heard his words. I could tell they had finally remembered what the fifth rule was; no dominant wolf was allowed to communicate with a submissive wolf for more than two hours a day, except if they were mated. This law was enforced because of the numerous complaints filed by the submissives so I decided to keep them apar

“Yes, sir, I understand.” “Good. Now, rule number two. You’re to be in this house and in bed by Ten PM every night, is that clear?” “Yes, sir.” “Rule number three. No boys. None. You’re not to have a man in this house, is that understood?” Jesus this is getting tedious! “Yes.” “Yes...?” “Yes, sir.” “That’s better. Now, rule number four. You’re going to get a job or you’re going to enroll in college. One or the other, or hopefully both.”

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