Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

“Yes, sir.” “Second rule,” Dominic continued, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re not allowed to have a boyfriend. Your attention stays on me.” Renata nodded again. “Yes, sir.” He studied her for a moment longer. “And when you meet me, make sure you look the way I want you to. Nothing more, nothing less.” Renata held her breath, but eventually nodded again. “I understand.” Dominic leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them until his voice brushed against her skin.

Suddenly a sense of arriving at a place where I belonged swept over me. After spending over 3 hours arranging and cleaning my new room,I went downstairs to get some of my painting tools. Arriving there,I saw Dominic on the couch sipping alcohol or whatever it was he was drinking. Dominic turned to me, his expression serious. "Madison"he called. "Yes boss"I said almost scoffing. “There are rules,” he said. I straightened. “Rules?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “You’ll follow them.” I waited. “No male friends in the house,” he said. “No exceptions.”

He just stares at me like the heavens have split open above him—like I’m offering him salvation and damnation all at once. Aiden's chest rises and falls, tension rolling off him in heavy waves. "I... I..." he stammers, adorably lost. "I've never thought about that. I think... I think it's pretty clear the rule goes both ways." "But it doesn't," I say, shaking my head slowly. I've only ever heard of doms touching subs... never the other way around. I shift closer, my knee brushing his. Electricity sparks at the small contact, making his breath hitch.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

You will address me as ‘Sir’ in private. Clara looked up. “These… are very specific.” “They are necessary,” Dominic said evenly. “Do you have an issue with any of them?” She hesitated. “Number two is unusual. Why not speak after eight?” “Because after eight,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “this is no longer your workplace. It is my home. And in my home, I prefer quiet… unless I wish otherwise.” Her mouth went dry at the way he said it. “What happens if I break a rule?” she asked.

Raviora's Point of View I am standing in front of Adam wearing my big smile and nodding like an obedient kid to him. His fiery eyes went on mine. “What are my rules?” He said, using his stern voice. “Rule number one, I should answer your call every time before it rings three times. Rule number two, I should bring Maxwell with me. Rule number three, I should never run away from you and lastly, no one has to know where I went for the past few weeks.”

He continued. “Rule number one; don’t you fall in love with me.” His eyes flipped up to me. “Crystal clear,” I said. “That would never happen.” “Good. That is the most important part, and that was why I made it the first rule. You can add your own rules when you are done going through them. When you are done, we can all sign and I will introduce you to my father.” “What about my child?” “I added nothing about her there because I do not know if you would want me to adopt her or not. Whatever decision you make regarding that is okay with me.”

Perhaps I could sneak inside and look around properly or even take one of the toys, probably the dildo, and pleasure myself until I couldn't feel my legs anymore. The thought made my heart beat faster. Then I remembered Damien’s warning. His office was out of bounds. I sighed. Why did everything become more tempting whenever he told me I couldn’t do it? Before I could think any further, my phone rang. I looked at the screen. Dad. I quickly answered. “Hey, Jane.” “Hi, Dad.” “How are you?” “I’m fine.” There was a short silence. Then he spoke again. “Damien told me he punished you for breaking one of his rules.”

Darius felt the anger radiating off him, but those were his three rules: no taking of cum, no kissing and touches during sex, no mouth fucking your partner. He had already broken rule number three, and he was not planning on breaking rule number two and one anytime soon.

Finding my daddy dom bot boyfriend, aka Damien in his charging chair I ran toward him. I needed the physical touch this morning and he didn't seem to mind hugging me close, petting my hair and calling me a cuddly bunny. "We need to set your rules" Damien says, making me look up at him. "I'm your owner, I'm the one who set rules" I tell the stupid Bot, can't expect them to be perfect. "Au contraire mon petit, according to my research a little always need rules" he says.