Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

“I know. And that’s enough for now.” Ryan, never missing a beat, leaned forward, voice teasing. “Look at you. Mary, completely undone. Alex and Dominic making your life… deliciously impossible. Admit it, you love it.” “I....i” I tried to respond but the words caught in my throat. Dominic moved silently, his gaze intense, commanding attention. “Enough,” he said, voice calm but heavy with authority. “You cannot ignore the rules you’ve set for yourself. Not them. Not this. Not now.”

When he started to roll his hips, waves and waves of inexpressible pleasure flowed through every inch of me. He pulled out slowly before thrusting unbelievably hard back in hitting that spot that almost blinded my vision. "Shit." I groaned putting my arm underneath me to press my palm against my lower stomach. He was so deep. Dominic was relentless, hammering into me with no mercy and gripping my hips to support himself. His groans and my moans filled the air along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Suddenly I felt like I needed to see him. I wanted to see the expression on his face.

I swallow hard, my nerves suddenly returning like a rush of flooding tide waters. “Ch-changes?” I stammer. “What do you mean?” Dominik smiles, nearly melting me like a bar of chocolate in the hot summer sun. “Well, I have certain rules for how my girls dress around the office, and well…” he says as he looks me up and down again with those eyes…those penetrating eyes of his. “Well, let’s just say you’re breaking those rules right now, sweetheart.”

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damon Zhang {the Dominant} and Mason Dharma {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone other than both parties and Marcus Carlisle, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damon Zhang, request of Mason Dharma the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

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.

“Tell me the rules you read on the site where you filled the form.” Anna gulped as she remembered the rules. Inhaling a deep breath, she started to speak. “Firstly, the sub can’t call the dom by his name. She should address him as ‘sir’ or anything that dom prefers. Then, the sub has to dress up according to her dom’s choice, also she can’t wear anything, if dom doesn’t allow her to.” She stopped to breathe while he kept staring at her intensely, waiting for her to continue. “The sub will complete any tasks given by the dom without any argument. After that the sub can’t touch or pleasure herself until or unless the dom permits her. That’s all I can remember.” Will smirked. “I always knew yo

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

A soft knock on my door made me jump. It was him. Damon stepped inside without waiting, closing the door behind him. He wore gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock. His eyes raked over me in my thin tank top and tiny sleep shorts. “We need rules,” he said quietly, voice low so our parents wouldn’t hear. I crossed my arms. “Yeah. We do.” “Only here at the house,” he continued, stepping closer. “Nowhere on campus where people can see. No one can know. Ever.”

I reply honestly, we're open with each other and never hide things from each other. "And the rules?" she asks "Littles are littles respect them and their little space. If a little misbehave you tell their dom or CG" I tell her, it's just a simple respect rule but we like to remind everyone with it whenever we have a new dom or little. "And how many littles did you have before" she fires back, I think she's jealous which I find adorable again, respecting her feeling I keep a straight face instead of cooing at how adorable she is.

She smiled in an attempt to cover her discomfort. "Research is fine. But you can't learn all you need to know by reading. As your Dom, my main responsibility is to keep you safe and secure. The basic tenets of BDSM are safe, sane, and consensual. As my sub, your chief goal would be to please me. You would need to be trained, you know. Cliche as it sounds, it's a journey, not a destination. If you decide to do this. We won't do anything we don't both agree to do ahead of time.