Your Boyfriend Rule 34 Novels & Stories

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

Later that night, after he had bred me two more times, Aiden introduced another rule. He made me kneel in front of him while he sat on the couch. “Rule number three,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “When I’m working during the day, you will wear a plug and wait for me like a good boy. Your only focus is staying ready for Daddy’s cock.” I nodded weakly, still floating from the last orgasm. Aiden smiled and pulled me into his lap, keeping me full on his softening cock. “You’re mine now, Kai Voss. The sooner you accept that completely, the better it will feel.”

Until the broken boy she found somehow turned into a man. A father. And now a husband. I pick up the paper lying on the table and grin like an idiot. Mel’s rules. The commandments of my future wife. I read them again for probably the hundredth time. Rule 1: Fall in love with your best friend's sister over and over again.Rule 2: Control is overrated.Rule 3: Always know what you're fighting for. Rule 4: Fear your wife - always. Rule 5: No matter who starts the fight - it should always end in bed (angry make-up sex) Rule 6: Always fuck and never leave - your space is ours now.Rule 7: No protection necessary. Rule 8: Your wife should catch you with your pants down regularly. Rule 9: Trust your w

“ Max? But you’re like Hector’s sister, aren’t you? So Max can’t hurt you “ “ Carl was my boyfriend until they made the new rule, “ she said ignoring my earlier statement. “ What…new rule?” “ The one where Betas can’t be with Omegas. Carl thought that it didn’t matter – that we could date in secret but when Max found out about it, he knew we could get severely punished so…he punished me in his own way. I’ve been keeping it away from Hector for fear that he would really cause so much chaos between these two.”

"I think we need to have actual...um...sex...you know...you actually inside of me." "Are you sure?" "Yes, but here's how it's gotta be. Rule 1: you always have a condom on. Rule 2: I control all the action. I'm doing this to learn the moves, not to get fucked. Your role in this is passive only. Rule 3: no orgasms for me. I'm still saving those for Liam. So keep your hands to yourself and don't try to do anything to get me off. Let me do all the work. Do we have a deal?"

“Hmm. So I’m coming back after thirty minutes? Give me his address, and his phone number. With his picture.” Cecilia rolled her eyes. “Haha, for what nah? Alex, he is my boyfriend. I trust him. He can’t harm me.” “Looks like you’re not ready to go to his side,” Alex said flatly, grabbing his phone back. “If you don’t send that, I’m not allowing you step out.”

They would all want to meet me; their son's bride-to-be. Shit! This is getting crazier every day. I suck in a deep breath, “how about the rule of this?” He looked at me. I went on, “Since we are both pretending to be engaged I’m sure there are rules right?” I asked and he nodded. “My only rule is that I don’t share Eve. You can have as many male friends as you want, as long as they don’t touch what is mine then we're good,” his eyes were boring into mine.

Then the memories of how Orion had thrown words into my face resurfaces, but I had to buried it deep down and work on getting myself to be better. If I was to keep on feeding on his words, then I might do something bad to myself. Below her message was a link, I pushed Orion to the back of my mind and pressed on the link. ‘Could the boys be smitten by their new profound romance or could they be playing the girl?’ It was the headline, then the news and my pictures together with the boys followed. The site was talking about how the boys had never gone out of their ways to make a girl happy, but they were doing more for me, throwing a birthday party for me and all.

That's when we made the three rules. Rule One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Rule Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Rule Three: Never fall in love with each other and never confess such. We were eight years old and we thought we were so smart making rules that would keep our friendship safe forever. But the thing is no rule can protect you from the inevitable so I ended up breaking two of them.

No answer came by his side. “So, I will set some rules in this marriage so that we both can enjoy our freedom.” I continued. “There will be three rules. First is don’t touch me. I hate being touched by someone I don’t know. Second is I can do anything with myself. It means I have my own freedom and the last rule is don’t fall in love with me. I won’t be able to love anyone again.” I don’t even know why I made the last rule but there was an urge from my heart to make it.