Your Boyfriend Rule 34 Novels & Stories

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

Voice low and deliberate. The thirty days are gone. You chose to stay. That choice is permanent now. So we rewrite the rules. He picked up a single sheet of thick cream paper from the table. No fancy contract. Just his handwriting. Clean. Sharp. Rule one. You exist for my pleasure. Your orgasms, your pain, your tears, your laughter, your sleep, your hunger, every breath belongs to me. You don’t come without permission. You don’t touch yourself without permission. You don’t speak without permission when we’re in scene. Outside of scene you may ask questions. You may say no to anything that crosses your hard limits from the original list. But those limits are the only walls left.

I let go of Camila's boobs and grabbed Vivian’s hands. “I have three rules that you must follow, there will be punishment every time you break a rule”. I move my fingers in circles on Vivian’s palm. “Rule one, you are not allowed to touch me unless I permit it” “Rule two, you must obey my every command” I ran a finger over Camila’s face and stopped at her slightly parted lips, then slowly slid it in. “And rule three, I will take you anytime and anywhere I please, you are not allowed to refuse”

“Why did you hesitate, Mrs. Mancini? Rethinking your choice? Perhaps, getting cold feet? Afraid of discovering what you like? Afraid of your own kinks?” Oh, fuck. My thighs press together as a needy throb pulses through me. “No,” I breathe. “Just tell me the last rule.” He goes quiet long enough for tension to coil in my stomach. For a moment, I wonder if he’s testing whether I’m lying or afraid. Then he finally speaks again. “Rule Number Three,” he murmurs. “If you ever cross the line… and by that, I mean catching feelings… you must tell me immediately. I will end the contract without delay.”

~Meara I pace back and forth in front of the bed, glowering at him. “We need to establish rules," I tell him pointedly. He adjusts the feather pillow, his gaze tracing my movements. “Rules…really?” “No touching me. Whether you like it or not, I do still have a boyfriend and you’re meant to be honourable," I exclaim, folding my arms over my chest. I don't actually think I have a boyfriend anymore after our last interaction, but it still feels wrong to jump into bed with Sire so soon after that.

I shook my head, trying to loosen his grip on my hair. “No solo sex with the bride. We are not allowed to have sex with our bride alone, without the knowledge of the other two. And recently, right after we made the soul pact with you, Asher vocalized it. His words seemed more like a warning than a rule and it pisses me off.” He left my hair, and I caressed my scalp, not daring to look away from him. “Breaking this rule might or might not have its consequences, but it’s a code of conduct we, brothers, as triplets maintain and I can’t believe I almost broke that...”

He grabs my hand and places it directly on his crotch instead Rock hard. I gulp. My boner is straining against my shorts too. I take in a deep breath "Shouldn't we ... have some rules?" I say with some hesitation Both men stay quiet and I let it sit there for a couple seconds to see if anyone will respond "Like ... the bro code but for bros who fuck each oth-" my voice trails off Another couple seconds of agonizing silence passes Blake clasps his free hand around mine. But it's Louis who speaks first

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

His hand grabbed her waist bare inches from his c*ck. His f*ngers tangle in her hair as his warm breath filled her neck. “ Drake..” Rosa moans, as his massive c*ck fills her p*ssy. “ F*ck!!!” — When a late-night plumbing disaster destroys Rosa’s apartment, she has nowhere to go except her best friend Chloe's house. Unfortunately, her twin brother Drake is home. He's RavenBrook's dangerously attractive hockey captain, a notorious playboy, a chronic womanizer and the last man she should ever want. But before Rosa can unpack, Drake gives her three rules: Stay out of my room. Don't touch me. And never break the third rule.

“Sleep. Tomorrow, Daria will show you the estate boundaries. Cross them, and I’ll assume you’re trying to escape.” “Rule four?” His lips twitched. “Rule four is: Don’t touch my things. That includes my books, my office, and my men.” He dropped his hand and left without another word. I touched the spot under my eye. My skin burned where he’d touched me. 364 days left. Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule two: Don’t lie. Rule three: No privacy. Rule four: Don’t touch his things. He’d given me four rules in one night. How many would he have by day 365?