Tell Me To Stop Novels & Stories

“You stopped. That is enough.” “What if I keep doing this?” “Then we keep stopping.” “That sounds exhausting.” “Not as exhausting as making you afraid to say no.” My eyes filled again. Chase did not move closer. He waited for permission even after comforting me moments earlier. I reached for his hand. He gave it to me. “Stopping is never something you need to apologize for,” he said. “Even if it is in the middle?” “Especially then.” “Even if you are disappointed?” “Yes.”

I don’t trust my voice enough to answer. “You say red, I stop. Right then. No questions. No waiting. Just stop.” His lips brush the shell of my ear as he speaks. “If it’s too much but you don’t want to stop, say yellow. That tells me to slow down, ease up, or change what I’m doing.” I nod again, breathing harder now, my heart pounding against the mattress. “I need to hear it, Red.” “Red to stop. Yellow if it’s too much.”

"I can find my own parts." "I know you can. I'm not offering to find them for you. I'm offering to point you at a guy who's got a set of used Teins for a hundred bucks that'll change your car's life, and I'm going that direction anyway." He paused. "Unless the idea of walking next to me for two minutes is genuinely unbearable to you, in which case, barn four, ask for a guy named Earl, tell him I sent you, he'll cut you a deal."

Unsure of where to start, her fingers paused over the keyboard; suddenly, plain and straightforward, the words arrived. Stop running. No more quiet. Time to push back.

I want to tell her to stop looking at me in that manner but my subconscious warns me. Keep calm, Kyrah, don't do anything stupid.

I replied. "Tell me, is there another man who makes you wet, who can make your legs tremble? Can you honestly look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't want me anymore? That you're no longer in love with me. Because, I would believe you. Tell me that and I will stop and never look back."

I want to know what we are going to tell him for him to stop wanting to take me away. "The truth, we tell them the truth.,"

If only I'd had known you had a storm to weather So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless So, before you go.

Stop? The word stop didn’t sit well with me. I stared at him, my mouth dry. All those nights I spent fucking myself with my dildo, moaning his name, imagining his thick cock stretching me open. All the dirty messages where he told me how he would pin me down and breed me….I didn’t want to stop. I needed it. “What if I don’t want us to stop?” I said, my voice shaking a little.

~ Ivy ~ "Pe…. Peter...! No please no! Stop this pleaseee", I begged desperately, my voice shaking. “Stop? Oh baby it's too late now, you should have stopped yourself from saying that shit earlier, but you didn't, so why should I stop?” He held my chin up. “You should relax and get comfortable, baby, because I'm not stopping until I erase those messed up thoughts from your head, and when I'm done…” get leaned closer his breath fanning my ears.