Under Her Rules Novels & Stories

she said ,with an air of authority causing,the council elders to remain quiet as they stares at her. "Why is there such rules in this pack ."Elder Edwin asked . "But we need more slaves to do our job ."Another of the elders said . "Sorry but no more slaves to do your jobs ,we do it our self."she stated , resting on the throne with her eyes fix in Alpha Jordan,who wouldn't want to contribute to any of the matter arising. "We won't stand by and watch you change rules that have been on existence."Edwin yelled . "Step down immediately,if you can't keep to the rules ."Edwin said , glaring at her .

It was peaceful, almost too peaceful, and that constant nagging voice in the back of her mind kept waiting for something to go wrong, for the illusion of safety to shatter like glass. But nothing went wrong. The pack members were kind, if a bit cautious around her, and no one asked too many questions about where she'd come from or who the father of her baby was. It was as if Jaxon had given them an unspoken order to leave her alone, to let her heal and adjust at her own pace, and they obeyed without question. That level of respect for their Alpha's authority was something Elara had never seen before, not in Clay's pack where fear ruled, and certainly not in the stories she'd heard about othe

" Each phrase fell into me like small stones, piling in a basket I would be forced to carry. Later that evening, after the last guest had left and the compound smelled of spilled beer and fried oil, Mama called me aside. Her wrapper was loosened at the waist, but her voice remained sharp. "You did well today, she said. You smiled even when you did not want to. That is the first rule." I looked at her, waiting for more. "A woman’s endurance is her crown, she continued. If you want this marriage to last, you must understand that your place is here. Under this roof. And under my rules."

She doesn't move, still with her back to me, I move closer to her, pressing my body against hers, she can feel my desire for her, I rub against her and tell her - Don't make me repeat myself. She slowly turns to me, her arms trying to cover her chest. - You seem to have forgotten the rules, never hide from me, always do what I ask. You will be punished for not respecting two of the rules, now lower your arms. She drops her arms and I notice her two dizzying mountains.

dangerous. I had underestimated her. Underestimated the depth of her planning, the depth of her rule. I didn't expect that she'd actually rule as queen. That she'd actually do the things she should. I was foolish to expect her to simply cross feet and hands and watch. She was no loser. Underestimating her… that was a mistake, yes. My mistake... but not a fatal one. "Still," I murmured to myself, "You're too late, Astra."

'You want this too, don't you? 'Yes... please,' she whispere, voice hoarse. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass, pushing past the resistance inch by inch. She tensed, then relaxed, taking him fully as he groaned at at they vise-like grip. He started slow, then built to hard thrusts, one hand spanking her already sore cheeks while the other reached under to rub her clit.

“You… you didn’t give me any rules so I felt it was okay to do that.” “Now here is my rule,” I said, turning to look at her as she cower far away from me. “You fucking do only what I say. You will be dismissed once you fail to abide by that rule. And if that happens, I will handle the situation with your dad in my own fucking way.”

I don't want any interruptions, and when I'm done, she can see them. Thankfully, she remains silent until I finish. I extend the paper to her, and her eyes widen. "What?! Twenty rules?" "Yes. There's room for more if the need arises," I find myself smiling inwardly. This is where my power comes into play. "Is this some sort of partnership or what?" She snaps at me with a scowl. "Technically, it's business. Read them." She glares at me once more before dropping her gaze to the sheet of paper. Just like I'm thinking, she begins to read the rules out aloud.

And day and night. "We can just have rules," she says, distracting me. That sounds interesting, so I stay quiet waiting for her to continue, "But you WILL follow them or... I'm... going to be mad." "I promise," I nod, eager to hear more, "No sex yet. The main act. That's the main rule." "Yeah. But we can kiss, obviously. And we can touch over the waist all we want," she starts. Oh, sweet. That's perfect for me, "Under the waist stuff is forbidden."

The poison underneath it was impossible to miss. “Are there any more rules I should be aware of?” “From today henceforth, when you’re home, you’re only allowed to wear my shirts.” Her mouth opened like she wanted to argue. Then she closed it and smiled instead. The smile was pure trouble. She climbed down from my lap, dragging herself against my cock so slowly it felt deliberate. Then she stood in front of me, gave a light little bow, and looked up with the most evil smile I had ever seen on anyone’s face. “As you wish, my lord. As you wish.” ***** Do we think our girl will follow any of the rules?