Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

“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.”

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."

The silence in the entrance hall was substantial. Dominic looked at me for a long moment with an expression that gave me very little, which made me realize that i had no way of decoding what his thoughts were like, he could be thinking of the fastest way to murder me. "Fine," Dominic spat out at last, the word dragging through his teeth, vibrating with a tightly suppressed fury. "You stay. But you play by my rules.’’ "Thank you—"

I forced my focus back to the headmaster, my jaw tight. “The Dominion Ranking System is only the beginning,” Soren said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. “As you can see from your phones, you have been sorted into four Dominions—Solas, Vesper, Ferox, and Umbra. Each is a medium, designed to forge you into leaders or break you into nothing.” “As I mentioned earlier, Solas demands discipline and command. Vesper rewards cunning and strategy. Ferox thrives on raw strength. Umbra… Umbra is for those who must claw their way back from failure.”

The rules of the contract became my new reality. Rule number four: The Submissive will not touch herself sexually without permission from the Dominant. It was a rule I found increasingly difficult to obey. My body was in a constant state of heightened awareness, a low thrum of arousal just beneath the surface. I’d be in the middle of painting, and the memory of his hands on me would hit me, a wave of heat so strong I’d have to stop and catch my breath.

“You will order them to hold fire until I have secured Isabella and our sons. When the time comes, Damon belongs to me. If your men interfere, the alliance ends tonight, and you will find the Don of the Volkov family has a new, much closer enemy.” Domenico studied me, reading the unshakeable truth behind the threat. He knew I was past the point of bluffing. He also knew that if I was denied this final act, my mental state would be a catastrophe that would destabilize the entire region more than any stray bullet ever could. He ran a hand over his tired face. “Very well. You own the kill. But this is not unconditional, Vladimir. We operate under three unbreakable rules, and you must agree, or

“Zach, she just humiliated the school's heartthrob and one of the school's top ten, and your saying she's on fire instead of shes in fire cause hell yeah she's gonna be getting em hates” “Wait… is this some high school cliche I thought we were past that”. “Well in this school..you aren't past anything you just annoyed the top 1 of the school”. “Top 1?..what's that”. Mira and Zach exchange glances. “You tell her” Zach said. “Well the school has a system, top 10 and 20…top 10 are the high class they rule the school and they make the rules only after Axel approves them. “And whose Axel??”

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.