Rules Of A Lady Novels & Stories

She knew better. “Thirsty?” he asked, his voice deceptively mild. She nodded, mute, and took the glass he offered. Their fingers brushed, a spark. He sat in the armchair opposite her, not crowding her, but his presence dominated the sunny space. He took a slow sip, his eyes watching her over the rim of the glass. “We need to establish some rules, Leila.” She stiffened. “Rules?” “For our… arrangement.” He set his glass down on a side table with a soft click. “Your mother’s happiness is paramount. She must never suspect. That is Rule One. It is non-negotiable.”

Butterflies quickly filled my stomach at the way my name sounds so adorable when coming out of his alluring lips. “There are 3 major rules I will be needing you to follow, Mate.” he ordered. Is it just me but the way he added the word ‘mate’ seems like, if I dared go against his so-called rules- I’m sure dead? “Rule one- Never on any circumstances leave this mansion without my consent. Rule two- Never show or give what’s rightfully mine to another man if not you are only digging his grave. Rule three- Never try to take advantage of the fact that you are my mate and do something you know, I know, we both know I detest, Mate.”

she added She continue with one ridiculous rule after the other and Olivia listened attentively. Realizing the rules are many and she was supposed to remember everything, she excused herself and went for a paper and a pen and wrote them down so she will read them and not forget any. "Last but not least, you can't have friends come over except family," she said making room for only Camila to come around to execute the rest of their plans. "Final rule, before the second month ends, you are supposed to be pregnant," she said and Olivia looked at her

I murmured softly. She nodded and stand below the ring while holding on to my coat. "Alright what are the rules of this game?" I looked at the two and did a few warm up moves circling my arms and moving my upper body. "Simple, three knock downs for you Princess and Greta wins. But to give you credit for being our guest, you only have to knock her down once and you win." Sam recited and step at the corner of the ring, the rules are on my favor but I highly doubt if I could knock this one down.

“Remember, you are the lady of the house now. Everyone has to show you respect and you have to enforce it if they don’t show it.” “Even those who are older than I am?” “Yes…the only exception is the ancients, but if they are in our house they must obey my rules and respect you as my bride. Our home, our rules.” "Which are?" “The most important one is that you can’t feed on the household staff. Remember that rule - it applies to all of us, including you and me. I don’t allow the taking of slaves in my house, and visitors aren’t allowed to bring their slaves.”

Now, only one silver tray. On it, a glass of orange juice and one lone folded card. Her stomach tightened. She sat down cautiously, shaking hands, and unfolded it. In Valerio's sharp, authoritative writing: > **Today's rules:** > 1. Wear the red lace beneath your dress. > 2. Speak only when addressed. > 3. Keep your eyes downcast if you lay eyes on me. > > Break one rule, and you'll pay. > > Good girls are rewarded, *angel.*

mrs Sara said flicking Amanda forehead who just came back from her thoughtful world. “ then he will have to get use to having one around since am going to be his personal maid” Amanda said nonchalantly. “ hmmmm, don’t take his little smile for granted my dear, he is very sly. There are four simple rules to follow, Here are the rules” Mrs Sara said focusing her eyes on Amanda who just stood in the middle of the big sitting room in her yellow floral gown. “Rule number one, Don’t ever do what he didn’t ask you to or I will say do things base on your assumptions. He don’t like those kind of attitude“ Mrs Sara said for Amanda to cough.

“If you want me to accept you as my stepsister, then there’s only one thing you need to do.” I looked at him carefully while he was looking at me as well. I wonder if he’s being sincere with his conditions. I don’t seem to trust him anymore after the way he lied and pretended that we’re fine with each other. “What is it?” I asked. “You need to follow all my rules,” he replied. “And how many rules do you have?” He stopped poking my head before showing me his five fingers. “Rule 5: Stay away from my personal businesses…” “Whoa… who gives a set of rules counting backward?” I commented.

Her eyes tracked every movement. “Rules for tonight,” I said, voice low and steady. “You address me as Sir when we’re playing. You keep your eyes on me unless I tell you otherwise. You tell me immediately if anything hurts in a bad way. And you do not come without permission. Break a rule and you get the whip…. lightly …… followed by a hard fuck. Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. Understand?” “Yes, Sir,” she said softly. The word sounded sweet on her tongue.

Valerie added, leaning in to lick the pre-cum from the tip. "Rule one: Naked at home. Always. Heels and collars only when I get back from college." I smacked their tits light, watching them bounce. They moaned together, stroking faster. "Rule two: Greet me on your knees when I come home. Mouths open, ready for my cock." Vanessa's eyes flashed jealous for a second—wanting first suck—but she bit it back. "Rule three: Compete if you want, but the winner gets bred first. Loser watches and cleans up."