What Is Rule 5 For Guys Novels & Stories

She smirked at his silence—until, after a beat, he leaned closer, voice low, “And the same way my mouth made you stammer, didn’t it?” Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and before she could speak, he leaned back with effortless grace. Her cheeks warmed, her ears burned crimson. He saw it all. And he chuckled, quiet and deep, a sound only for himself. --- The fifth day finally dawned, ushering in the last and grandest of the tournament games. The air itself seemed to tremble with anticipation. These contests were reserved for the fiercest and most skilled— for the prizes were magnificent, and the honor greater still. To fight here was not merely to win a crown of glory; it was to carve one’s

"Rule 3: There is to be no philandering of any kind throughout the duration of the challenge. You are to remain monogamous at all times." "Rule 4: You must work on maintaining the relationship." "Rule 5: You must also put in the effort to keep the relationship." "Wait.. hold on. What is the difference between rule four and five?" I ask. "Rule four is mostly referring to you being able to build the relationship. Getting to know her, surprising her, making her happy, etc. Whereas rule five is more about ensuring the relationship lasts. So, listening to her. Being there for her. Holding her when she's upset. Celebrating in her wins and achievements. But ultimately, also working together to form

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.”

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”

I opened it and began to read. 1. Rule 1: You will never anticipate a future with me. 2. Rule 2: You must not cheat on me throughout your marriage with me. 3. Rule 3: You shall not ask me where I go at night or what I do as it is none of your business. 4. Rule 4: You are prohibited to fall in love with me. 5. Rule 5: You aren’t allowed to interfere in my business or invade my privacy. 6. Rule 6: You will not lie or hide anything from me. I hate betrayal and lies.

Can everything proceed as planned under these rules? I heaved a sigh and started going through them. Rule 1: Don't inquire about other people's private lives. I turned to face him right away. "Huh?" He nodded as I said. "But what if I want to learn more about your girlfriend? You said you'd let me know about her." I "won't, I guess." With a small scoff, he answered, "It's part of the rules." I chewed my lower lip glumly and continued reading the contract.

I say. “I needed to come give you two the rules” he says. “Rules? , what are we five?” I ask already seeing where this conversation is headed. “No but things run a certain way here and I need it to stay that way” he says calmly. I smirk at him and lean against the frame of the door. “And why is that Alpha?” I ask. His jaw tightens and his fist clench at his sides. His vein in his forehead pulses and I know I struck a nerve.

"I'm yours exclusively. No other men." He thrust deep. "Good. Next." "Rule two. When you call, I come." Another thrust. "Next." "Rule three. What happens in the club stays in the club." "And the last one?" "Rule four. I trust you. Even when I don't understand." "Perfect." He fucked me harder, his hands gripping my hips. "You're such a good student, Riley. Such a quick learner." He made me recite them three more times before he finally came, adding to the mess already inside me.

“Rule number three. You don’t wear panties anymore. Ever. Skirts, dresses, shorts—nothing underneath. We want easy access anytime we want.” Marcus added, “Rule number four. You suck cock or get fucked the second one of us tells you to. No questions. No hesitation. If we snap our fingers, you drop to your knees or bend over.” Rico grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard. “Rule number five. You call us Sir when we’re using you. And you thank us every time we cum in you or on you.” I was breathing fast now, my pussy getting wet again just from their words.

He bragged “Is that so?” I asked with my hands folded under my breast. “Hmmm hmmm” he said confidently. “Okay, first things first, remind me to punish you after this sex session is over. And while we are at it, I’d like you to understand the ground rules for your sorry ass. Rule number one, I am always right and is never to be questioned. Rule number two, if I am wrong revert to rule number one. But while we are at it, I’ll indulge you. I’m granting you permission to do all you think you know and can do to get me off, and when you eventually fail which I know you will, I’ll decide on what to do with you.” I said accepting his dare and he leaped in excitement like a child.