Ananya Mehra stared at the screen of her phone, heart pounding. The Wattpad story Rules of Submission had just updated, and her fingers trembled as she read the last line:
“If you're ready to surrender, message me. Your training begins now.” – DomTej
It was impulsive. It was insane. But something inside her—the girl who always followed rules, lived in silence, feared her strict family—wanted to feel something real.
So she messaged: "I'm ready, Sir."
Minutes later, a reply came.
DomTej:
Welcome, little one.
Read the rules aloud. Record your voice. Obedience begins with surrender.
Ananya blushed furiously as she opened the story and began to read aloud.
“Rule 1: You will obey without question…”
“Rule 2: Your body, once you submit, is mine…”
“Rule 3: Safe word is ‘Azaadi’…”
“Rule 4: You will kneel when I enter the room…”
“Rule 5: Training starts when I command…”
She sent the recording.
The reply was instant:
"Good girl. Come to the location I will send. Wear nothing underneath your kurti. No bra. No panties. You're mine now."
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Later that night…
Ananya walked into the candlelit room, heart hammering. It was elegant—soft lighting, silk ropes, a black padded bench at the center.
And then she saw him.
Tall. Sharply dressed. Eyes like fire.
"Hello, Ananya," he said, voice low and deep.
"Kya tum ready ho apna sab kuch dene ke liye?"
"Haan, Sir," she whispered, eyes cast down.
"Good. Kneel."
She dropped to her knees on the cool floor, thighs trembling with anticipation. He walked around her slowly, like a predator admiring his prey.
"Aankhon mein mat dekhna. Tum meri ho. Sirf meri."
He lifted her chin, fingers firm.
"Aaj tum sirf pleasure nahi, punishment bhi feel karogi."
He untied the strings of her kurti, revealing her bare skin. His hand trailed down her chest, gripping her breast with dominance.
"So soft… aur itni obedient. Yeh sirf shuruaat hai."
He bent her over the bench.
A sharp smack! echoed in the room as his palm met her bare ass. She gasped.
"Count karo."
"O-one, Sir…"
Another smack.
"T-two, Sir…"
Ten strikes later, her skin stung, but her core throbbed with aching desire.
"Now, I reward you, meri good girl."
He slid two fingers inside her, wet and eager.
"Hmm… tum toh already ready ho. Dirty little slut."
She whimpered, thrusting back against his hand, needing more.
"Please, Sir… aur chahiye…"
"You’ll beg properly. Or you’ll get nothing."
And she did. On her knees, whispering "Please, Sir" over and over until he finally filled her—deep, slow, commanding. Each thrust was a promise, each moan a confession of how much she needed to be owned.
Author’s Note
So… what did you think of The Rules of Temptation?
Ananya's world is about to change, and DomTej isn’t the kind of man who gives second chances.
Do you think she’s ready to surrender? Or is she playing with fire she doesn’t understand?
Tap that star if you're tempted already, and drop a comment to let me know your favorite line or thought!
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