The Limits Book Novels & Stories

His heat pressed against my back a second before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “Do you want me to start ignoring you again?” he murmured, voice low and rough against my ear. “Keeping you at arm’s length because you’re forbidden? After all, you did say it yourself—we’re off limits for each other.” “No,” I whispered, barely getting the word out. His hands trailed down, slipping under the hem of his big shirt, pushing it up my thighs. My body betrayed me instantly, heat flooding between my legs as wetness slicked my inner thighs. A soft whimper slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

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I ask confuse, but amuse. “I don’t know.” She laughs “But this is what I know, don’t aim for third, it’s too cheap and at the cause of that, your mentality will be limited. Leaving you with fourth position or worst. Instead, aim for the first position. Now, even if you don’t reach that position —which I’m not praying for that to happen— you will fall among the second or third position. That way, you won’t be limited. Think about it.” She explains. “Wow, that’s raw wisdom right there.” I appreciate her, absorbing all what Omoh has said.

To the one beside it that’s barely holding on. Balance, exchange, cost… Always a cost. I drag my hand over my face again, slower this time. “We need to set limits,” I say. Leo glances at me. “On what?” “On this,” I reply, nodding slightly toward Poppy. “On when it happens. Where. How far it goes.” Poppy lets out a short breath. “You’re talking as if I can just switch it off.” “I’m talking like we need to try,” I say. “At least for now.”

“We need to talk about limits.” The words didn’t echo. They settled. Deep into the space, like everything here was waiting for them to mean something. The lines around me slowed. Not stopping. Listening. “Define limits,” it said. Of course. Always definition. Always clarity. I exhaled slowly. Because this. This wasn’t just another rule. This would shape everything that came after. “Limits define what cannot be done,” I said. A pause. Then. “Why are limits required?”

He asked No extremes I said movements,sounds anddddd motions that's what it reacts to He didn't respond but I saw it that moment something clicks “You’re thinking something,” I said. “Yeah.”He answerrs me without even looking “Tell me.”i demanded from him ,then came a pause “What if the rules aren’t just control,” he said slowly, “what if they’re limits?” I frowned limits how?” “What if this thing whatever it is can’t operate outside those conditions?He asked

"Enough. Back to work, or I tie your hands. Bunnies don't get to play without earning it. So naive, thinking you can handle the hunt." "You're cruel," I whined, but picked up the book again. His hand slipped between my legs, fingers teasing my folds without entering. "Cruel? I teach. Now, solve: limit as x->∞ of (1 + 1/x)^x." "E," I breathed, as he pinched my clit lightly. "Da." Two fingers plunged back in, scissoring, while his other hand kneaded my breast. "Come again. Let me feel you squeeze."

"That all sounds... intense." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "It does," I agreed. "Which is why we need to decide now what you're willing to explore and what's off limits." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I trust you," he said simply. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "That's not enough," I told him. "I need explicit consent. I need to know your hard limits. Things you absolutely won't do, no matter what." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Slap! The sound of his palm hitting my lubricated skin echoed through the room. It stung beautifully, and before I could even draw breath to moan, he drove two fingers deep inside me in one sudden, violent thrust. Because of the lube, they slid in with terrifying ease, meeting zero resistance as he buried them to the knuckles “A-ah! K-Kael!" I shrieked, my face buried in the pillow. "So deep—fuck, it’s too much... no, don't stop. Please, don't ever stop!"