Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

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."

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

Despite the disbelieving look he gave me; he didn't say anything as he pulled out the paperwork I needed to fill out. Reed explained a few rules about the place. Like the dress code, for example, Masters could wear what they wanted, but subs must wear fetish wear and/or whatever their Masters require of them. I was expected to do anything that I was asked to by any Dom or Domme; as long as it was something I had previously agreed to, or it was not pushing my hard limits. As always, it stated the club safe word, which was "Red" then asked me to pick out a safe word. I declined that on the basis that I was not going to play outside the club anyway, Reed gave me a disapproving look; yet didn't

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?”

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

"I hate being watched all the time. I cannot live like this, Dominic." "You will live like this and you will obey me," he said. His voice was rough now. "I did not ask you to get pregnant. This is the consequence of your choices. Now you have to follow my rules. You will not leave the property without John. You will not talk to anyone about the baby or the new security. You will stay quiet and you will stay safe." He took another step and closed the distance between us completely. I was pressed against his chest now. The anger in my body was still raging, but the fear of his control was starting to overwhelm me.

With everything that had happened, it would be safer if my phone number wasn't so visible. I was deep in thought the entire ride over to my house. Calling my emotions confusing was downplaying them. I was bewildered, daze, and even a little frustrated. In any good Dom/sub relationship, there were always rules and guidelines to follow for the sub and even the Dom had rules set in by the sub. This is what made it a power exchange and not a controlling relationship. However, right now, I felt as if he had dropped the ball and completely avoided helping me establish the rules as to where I stood. Granted, I didn't want to be punished, but I also knew that it was important for a Master to set bou

Darius’s lips twitched as though he wanted to challenge the rule, but he stayed silent. Rule number three: when I’m spending the weekend with one of you, the other must refrain from communicating with me until Monday. Any violation will result in a twenty-point deduction. Darius nodded thoughtfully, but Damon’s jaw tightened slightly, though he said nothing. Rule number four: no pretence. I want to see the real you—both your strengths and flaws. Pretending to be someone you’re not will reflect poorly in your score. She took a deep breath and delivered the final rule.

"Uhm, no. I didn't read it, and uhm, Sir. I don't really fancy you calling me dum-dum." He raised his head and stared deep into her eyes. Heavens, he was gorgeous. His mustache twitched each time he called her name. "I'm not sure that with that attitude, you will last long here, Dum-dum," he said calmly. There was an awkward silence before he spoke up again. "Well, on that paperwork, there are three rules. Three essential rules should be the first thing to read about before moving into your office. Just so if you can't cope with the rules, you quit. So listen attentively, Miss Dominique. I won't repeat myself."

The cool shade of the dome enveloped them, shielding their intimate moment from the surrounding soldiers. Samarth's eyes, fringed with heavy eyelids, locked onto Inayat's, his gaze drinking in her nervousness. A low hum rumbled in his throat as their lips brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Inayat's body. Her hands trembled, her fingers splayed across his chest as if to push him away, yet hesitant to break the contact. "What are you doing?" she whispered, concern creeping into her voice. "Move," she stammered again, her hands pressing against his chest, but her voice betraying timidity.