The Off Limits Rule Novels & Stories

The aggressor of the fight will be sent home and a report filed. For those of you who are twenty-one or older, limited alcohol consumption is allowed on Friday and Saturday nights. However, we will not tolerate anyone getting shitfaced drunk. This is the only intolerance that we have a three strikes rule on. Your first offense will earn you a full lap around the fifty mile perimeter of our territory, second offense is a week on house arrest and your third offense will get you sent home and reported to the council. We expect you to know your limit or don’t drink at all. Underaged drinking will get you sent home on the first offense and don’t try to lie. It takes less than ten minutes to verif

Carson suggested and Owen drove to his place. “I had no idea the club had pretty ladies in it until that Friday I visited. The girl I was telling you about, she is a stripper. A sexy, hot lady,” Owen spoke, while the words rushed out of his mouth. “Man, I need to see this girl. You have talked about her all day. Are you in love?” Carson questioned and scanned Owen's face. “Me? In love?" He repeated and let out dry laughter. “That's not part of my policy, it is not part of the rules. Being in love makes one weak.” Owen muttered and continued driving, while Carson didn't utter a word.

If, after the tenth attempt, I fail, you are free to walk away with no penalty. Rule 2: For the duration of our association, you may not entertain any other man in your personal or emotional life. Fidelity remains absolute. Rule 3: You are prohibited from relieving yourself sexually by artificial means, including toys, vibrators, or any such devices. Your release shall be solely mine to command. Rule 4: I reserve the right to touch you at any time, in any manner I choose, without prior permission. Rule 5: You may not touch ——

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Provision. And provision creates dependency faster than force ever could. Matteo says it first. “If I start needing this thing to calm down, hit me with a chair.” “Agreed,” I say. “Comforting support network,” he mutters. We implement immediate restrictions. No unsupervised regulation contact. No distress engagement. No fatigue sessions. No using the point for relief. Matteo insists on adding: No heartbreak conversations with space. Accepted. The point pulses once at that rule.

I looked away quickly as my chest hurt the more. Aric stood nearby with a stack of papers in his hand. “About time,” the man said, his gaze sliding over me like he’s bored. “Begin.” Aric cleared his throat and started reading. “Rule one: You are not allowed to talk to anyone. Rule two: You are not allowed to bring anyone into your room or sleep in anyone's room. Rule three: You are not allowed to leave the packhouse for any reason. Rule four: Speaking to ranked wolves without permission is punishable. Rule five: Disobeying orders results in confinement or more…”

My pussy was already coated with Jonathan’s saliva so he slipped in easily. He thrusted into me repeatedly, grunting at almost every stroke. My legs hiked up high toward my chest until my knees were practically touching my ears. Jonathan, meanwhile, grabbed Claire and flipped her into all fours, her chest resting on the sofa armrest while her hips were thrust high into the air. Chris increased his thrust, hitting my g-spot and I felt my insides start to tighten. “I’m gonna fuc..king cum.” I said breathless "Hold it," Chris whispered to me, his hand coming down and delivering a sharp slap on my pussy that left a stinging red mark. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

"Rule two. Keep your mouth shut. You see something, hear something you pretend you didn’t. You don’t talk to anyone about anything." My heart thudded harder. I know he never wanted me here at first, and he was doing all of this so he could satisfy his father wh "Rule three. If there’s a fight, you stay out of it. No screaming. No crying. You stay quiet." I swallowed. "Rule four. My friends are off-limits. You don’t talk to them. Don’t look at them. Don’t even breathe around them unless I say so." I felt my fingers dig into my skin. There was no point living anymore then?

he sat down and I balanced myself on his lap. He pushed me off hurriedly saying, "Wait! We need to set some rules first." "No rules, it's too late for that." "This is your challenge, so I set the rules and you follow them. If you break them, you lose." He said in an authoritative voice. "This is no challenge anymore, just bullsh*t." "Every game has rules." He said adamantly. "Fine!" "Rule #1: You shouldn't touch me there," he said pointing downward, "not with your hands, and not with any part of your body. If you do, you automatically fail."

There is a line of masked people waiting to get in. "There are the rules." Liam points to a poster on the brick wall. It reads, Rule One - Death or lasting harm must be consensual Rule Two - Don't intervene Rule Three - Do what you're told Rule Four - Don't ignore the safe word The third one gives me chills. I can't imagine all of the terrified girls that roll through here. Liam looks down at me. His eyes make my heart skip a beat. "Last chance to turn around Nara."