The Limits Book Novels & Stories

They say it's stained what I thought I bought new on life's stage They mark it as painful What life have they got To build up beyond Even sainthood I could call for a revision In vocabulary Language seems Dirty to me That revenges Beyond limits There is virtue Within of me I am virtuous Is a fact Not alone a believe For our creator Was beyond limits Beyond limits Beyond limits What limits do we Humans have If we all begin to think But then we place Limits first in mind And then step ahead To think How can thoughts Ever have limits? Revise me with a reason If you don't believe me I have sensed my mind Beyond limits Who stresses on you When you think new When you dream great When you begin a f

With a sigh, I complied with his wish and started reading the documents in front of me. ‘Soft and hard limits: the dominant and the submissive shall go through the below list of activities and accessories together and grade each item on a scale from zero to four in their respective column. In the left column, the dominant shall grade how much he likes using such accessories on/doing such activities to his submissive. In the right column, the submissive shall grade how much he likes such accessories and activities to be used on him. Zero is considered a hard limit and means that the submissive or the dominant are absolutely not willing to do this activity or use this item in any circumstances

Tonight was a mistake that I should have never allowed to happen and what I was about to do made me the worst person in the world. I packed all my stuff up really quick and walked over to the table to write Finny a note. "Finny, I'm sorry but something came up and I have to leave town. The room is paid for the rest of the week. I will pay for more if you need it. I didn't want to leave you like this, but this is urgent. Tonight was amazing and I will never forget it. You were perfect and don't ever let anyone tell you any different. -Colt"

Chapter Nine: The leather-bound folder sat on my lap like it weighed more than mere paper and ink. It felt like a leaden weight pressing into my thighs, anchoring me to a future I still could not quite wrap my mind around. I had already spent the last twenty minutes reading through the bulk of the document. The terms were as cold and clinical as a corporate takeover. A three-year marriage. Public appearances when necessary for the benefit of his image. No romantic obligations or physical expectations. A financial settlement at the end that was large enough to change the trajectory of my entire life.

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Shane disliked business but he has learnt to treat it as a game of gamble and he always went all in. The meeting was about expansion, always about expansion. Even after rendering the affairs of the company to his son years ago, Mark Smith still required a full report from his son, his administrators were impressed but Shane's father demanded more. It was like feeding an endless pit, his father was never satisfied and Shane has come to disregard his approvals. After the meeting, he checked in with the club but Tom was being a harder nut to crack than expected. The company, Smith Empire, had numerous rivals as they dealt with every section of natural resources as well as information and techno

A shiver runs down my spine in a very delicious way, “I understand, Sir.” “We have yet to go over your limits list, so for now, I’m going to get a few things and set them out for you to look at. I want you to take out the items that will be a hard limit for you, meaning you do not want to even try that item. Then I will have you go through and pick out things that would be your soft limit, meaning you may be up for trying it if we take it slow. The items that are left will be the ones that you do not have an issue with if I were to use them on you,” he squats down, so he is eye level with me, “Do you still want to proceed?”

he said, staring at my wet cunt before flooring the gas. We got to his place fast. The house was pure minimalist luxury,tall glass windows letting in natural light, sleek white and grey furniture with clean lines, expensive art on the walls, marble floors that felt cold underfoot, a massive open living area with a fireplace and views of the city. No clutter, just sophisticated money and space built for fucking.

But this is where their story needed to end. Off Limits was never about perfection. It was about crossing lines, paying the price, and choosing love anyway. It was about two people who weren’t supposed to want each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to heal each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to become home—and somehow became exactly that. Callie and Grayson don’t need more chapters to prove their love. They fought for it. They bled for it. They claimed it in the light, not the shadows. Letting them live quietly, fiercely, and fully after the final page is the greatest mercy I could give them.

“I don’t cross limits without knowing exactly where they are and without safety built in.” “So why cross them with me in the first place?” I ask, genuinely curious. He exhales, half-laugh, half-growl. “Because you drive me fucking insane, Little Birdie. Reason just… disappears.” I roll my eyes, but I get it. I feel the same damn spark. “So this is… what, rules?” “Think of it as a list,” he says, tapping the paper. “What you’re okay with, what you’re not. Hard limits, soft limits, safe words, aftercare. That’s all that matters. So I know.”