Submissive Rules Novels & Stories

I smirked. There was mischief in his eyes as he inched his face closer to mine, “Do you understand the rules or not?” I nodded, leaning into his lips, and frowning when he pulled away. “Good girl,” he growled. He slid his arms under me to scoop me up off the desk and carried me into the bedroom. He set me down on the bed. “I want you to lie down and put your arms up over your head,” he instructed in a low voice. Biting my lower lip, I laid back and lifted my arms up onto the bed above my head. “Close your eyes,” he added. One eye at a time, I let my eyes close.

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

She read through the rules. RULE 1: Live under the pretense of happiness. In the public and everywhere besides your house, and with everyone except Anthony Kings, act like you're happy with your life and your relationship with Anthony Kings. RULE 2: Signing this agreement implies you will be Anthony Kings’ property. He and only he owns you and shall be bonded with you. This states that you shall forsake the opposite gender unless Anthony Kings permits.

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

He also had a camera somewhere which he used to watch me. Exhaling deeply, I made to take a step, then recalled what he'd told me the other night. He'd set down some rules. This was a game — nothing short of the subtle tests the academy had put me through over the years. There was a double entendre to every little thing. I pledged Ferrara my complete obedience and submission , and I was going to give it to him. To get what I want. I could be his perfect, little pet until the last hour when I'd turn against him, and make him submissive to my mercy.

"Now, the rules for this weekend. When we're in a scene—when I'm dominating you—you call me Sir. Not Cade. Sir. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," I say, testing the words. They feel foreign and right all at once. "Good. Second rule: you don't cum without permission. I control your pleasure completely. Third rule: you answer me honestly. If I ask how something feels, you tell me the truth. And fourth rule: you trust me. Even when it's scary. Even when you don't understand. Can you do that?" "Yes, Sir." "Then get on the bed. On your back. Arms above your head."

"Su-submissive?" Harry asked, with difficulty, pushing his glasses up his nose in a nervous gesture. "Uhm..." She responded seductively, touching his knee and tilting her head slightly to the side. "MY submissive." "And... ho-how does this wo-work?" "Well, if you accept, we'll sit down and talk a lot. We'll establish the rules of the game... your responsibilities... and limits," she spoke kindly, moving away a bit. "But basically, you being my submissive means I give the orders, and you obey. It's simple," this time, she used an indifferent tone.

But Samarth seemed determined to breach the boundaries she desperately sought to maintain, his presence suffocating as he loomed over her. "Has no one instructed you in the art of decorous speech, Princess?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with subtle reprimand. "Allow me to enlighten you." He paused, his gaze roving over her face, drinking in the sight of her delicate features. "It is entirely within my domain to determine whether you shall submit to my will willingly or not. Your self-rule, I'm afraid, is nothing more than a distant memory." Inayat's face flushed with indignation, her voice rising in defiance. "I am not at your mercy!" she exclaimed, her words echoing

"Do you agree to that?" She pushed her ass back into his hand. "Yes, sir. All of it. You're in control." He slid a finger between her ass crack, toying with her dark hole a moment before slipping his finger further down to her wet slit. "I'm now the master, and you're my submissive. I make all the rules, and you will obey them without hesitation. I trump everyone else, even your mother, especially your mother. Agreed?" She nodded, moaning slightly as she felt his finger toying at her entrance. "Yes, sir. I'll obey only you in everything."

RULES FOR SUB 1- 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 (𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘦, 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥) 2- 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶� ��𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳