Rules For Doms 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."

" We must acquire the book as soon as possible.” Dominic exhaled as he ran a hand through his dark hair. He looked at me intently before nodding in agreement and saying, “Fine. But you abide to my rules. I don’t want you to do anything without first getting my approval. Is that clear?” I nodded. He swiftly pulled me up in his arms. His heartbeat mirrored mine as I leaned my head against his warm chest, giving me the mental resilience to continue.

"When I use my Dom voice to command you at any time, you are my sub, and not my girlfriend. For the next year, you are my sub and these rules will apply. I won't abuse you. We will negotiate everything. Anything you are uncomfortable with we will discuss before it happens. I like to check with you during a scene as well to make sure you are doing fine. After we begin a scene, it will not stop until you use your safe words. Do you understand these new rules, Honey?" "Yes, Master. May I ask a question?" "Yes Honey, questions are welcome at this time." "Master, will all of this be on the contract? I can remember better if I can read it and see it." "Yes, I have the contract written out. I have

"You're banned for a week now, if I see your face here before then, you get a public punishment." "But-" "As a Dom it's your responsibility to respect all members of this club, submissive or not. The subs put their trust in us and I need to be able to trust that my doms don't abuse that position." "You can trust me," he says offended. "No I can't. You're re-doing your Dom training after this week and apologising to Samuel," I say and send him out. I tell the security on the door that the Dom isn't allowed back in until next Friday and to alert me if he comes back. I go check on Samuel and he tells me he's okay.

she asked, I opened my mouth to say I wasn’t here for that, that I was looking for my husband, that this was all a horrible mistake but the words wouldn’t come. My throat had closed up. All I could do was nod, stupidl like a child caught in a lie. She checked a tablet and frowned slightly. “New pass must’ve been added. Name?” “Rebecca,” I whispered. She tapped the screen. “Alright, Rebecca. Enjoy your evening. First time?” I nodded again. “Rules are simple: safe, sane, consensual. No photos. What happens inside stays inside. Safe word for the whole club is ‘red.’ Any domme or sub gives you trouble, you say it loud. Clear?”

Subs are not allowed to speak at all without express permission, which should only be given when absolutely necessary. Subs do not raise their eyes above their dom's chest. Eye contact is like saying cunt in front of the queen or something. Subs do not initiate touch. Subs do not ask their doms for anything. They take what they’re given. Subs kneel next to their doms with their eyes on the floor when they’re not in a scene. Subs only address their doms as “Sir” or “Master”. They don’t slip and call them by their first names.

she replied. His jaw tightened slightly. Then, without warning, his hand came up to her chin, gripping it just enough to hold her still. “Be careful how far that curiosity goes,” he murmured. Her breath hitched, just slightly. He leaned in— Close enough for her to feel his breath— Ava watch him, her chest rising and falling, her mind racing. Did he know? Or was he guessing? Dominic adjusted his shirt calmly, his expression unreadable. "But I’m making a new rule," he interrupted, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rasp. "Your days of wandering out are over. Your outing are now limited. You stay where I can see you."

“Sign the contract. Surrender your worthless life to me entirely and become my willing pet, or the brat dies tonight.” My eyes scanned the crisp white paper resting on the cold marble floor. The bold letters at the top of the page seemed to burn straight into my retinas. Dominant-Submissive Agreement. The title shocked me to my very core. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as the reality of what he was demanding sank in. He wanted to own me, break me, and fuck me in any way, morning and night. I should have torn the paper into shreds and protected what little dignity I had left.

Silence stretches, thick and punishing. “Yes,” he mutters. I push myself away and wrap my arms tight across my chest. Wetness trails down my legs. There’s no dignity left in this, not with saliva mixed with my own slick sliding down my thighs. “I need to hear the rules. Now.” Dominic drags in a frustrated breath and sits up. “Are you sure you want this conversation right now? You were so close...”