Novel & Cerita The Off Limits Rule

Oscar looked down and took a sip of his wine, his eyes flickering. "Matthew, don't you know, the rules of Sin City are made by us, those so-called constraints don't hold true in our case, and recently I proposed a new rule, people in Sin City, are not allowed to marry outsiders, now it's already got the support of the two chiefs of the department, and there's still one last vote left, this regulation will be passed, by then Madam's identity, I'm afraid there will be some trouble." This is the great thing about the Arbitration Office, he makes the rules but doesn't have to follow them.

"People renegotiate promises, Kai. You could have talked to him." "Marco doesn't negotiate. You know that." "So instead you said nothing and married his sister in secret." She raised an eyebrow. "Tactically sound." I almost smiled. "The circumstances were unusual." "That's one word for it." She sat on the arm of the chair across from me. "We need ground rules. If we're living together, even temporarily, we need to know what this actually is." I sat back down. "Go ahead."

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Not yet. She didn’t pull away. She shut her eyes tighter, like pretending not to see me would make this stop. I wanted to. God, I wanted to drag my thumb down to her mouth and see if she’d make a sound for me. But I stopped right before. Deep down I knew she was right that I was Off-limits to her. I pulled back, just enough to catch the frustration on her face when she realized I wasn’t going to finish it. My smirk was slow.

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Her bullying was something I could not get used to no matter how many times it happened. Only to report to the grumpy founder and have him lecture me on the rules and regulations of the organization. The rule that stood out the most was rule number 1, 34 110 and 232, any exception was instant death Rule No 1: Once in the premises organization, no non member is allowed to leave alive. Rule No 34: Never say no to your superior or anyone higher ranking than you. Rule No 110: Members must cease contacts with the outside world except on missions.

I flip through the first few pages and catch a glimpse of something that immediately makes me feel my soul leave my body. Rule #17: Under no circumstance shall Party A (Ayla) attempt to seduce, flirt, or romantically engage with Party B (Damon), even under emotional duress. Rule #35: Party A must not fantasize about any romantic future beyond the agreed two-year period. Any wishful thinking will be considered a breach of agreement. Rule #49: Any “accidental” body contact will result in a fine of $5,000 per occurrence. (Yes, accidental is in quotes.)

Obey all commands within the bounds of consent. Maintain secrecy regarding the Dominant and all sessions. SECTION III: RULES OF CONDUCT 1. Safe Words: Apple– Proceed. Sun – Pause. Velvet/glass– Stop immediately. 2. Limits: Hard Limits: Degradation involving family, blood, permanent marks, public exposure without masks. Soft Limits: Impact play with tools not previously discussed, restraint longer than 1 hour. This will this be revisited during the next physical meeting. 3. Sessions: Will occur at locations disclosed by the Dominant at least 12 hours prior.

"We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy." Ethan leaned closer, eyebrows raised, pretending to study it like a blueprint. “Rule One: No falling in love. That feels... oddly specific.” Layla narrowed her eyes. “You think I wrote this for you? This was to protect me.” He chuckled. “Duly noted.” "Rule Two: Public displays of affection limited to hand-holding, quick hugs, and one staged kiss maximum per week. And only in front of relevant witnesses. (Ex-boyfriends, mothers, coworkers.)

I didn't care which, as long as it got him here. I turned to face him. "I'm going to be straightforward with you," I said. "I don't like you and you clearly don't like me. That's fine, that's actually completely fine, but I have something to lose here and right now the cameras are catching nothing from us and that's a problem for both our situations." I kept my voice level. "So I think we need rules." He looked at me. That flat, unreadable look he had that I was starting to suspect was just his face.