The Off Limits Rule Novels & Stories

I shrugged knowing a lie had just escaped my lips. "Anyways come sit down we have to lay out some rules." Justin said. Wow he's actually being more sweet than I remember him to be. But rules? Nah I don't fuck with that. "Rules?" I questioned. "Yeah, rule number one. No cussing, it's unladylike. Rule number two: you give us whatever we want, went we want. Rule number three: don't question us or correct us. Rule number four: don't disrespect us because I will beat you. And the last rule, the most important rule, never run away because we will find you and let's just say you won't like it from there. Break any of these rules and you will be punished." He explained calmly.

"You do the dare, or you get your head shaved." My eyes went wide. "What?" "Don't worry, Ana. Just do whatever dare you get. You'll be fine." Madison continued. "The rules are simple. I spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on gets a dare. If you refuse the dare, we shave your head. No exceptions." She clicked her tongue and spun the bottle. It landed on one of the hockey players—a guy named Tyler. Madison dared him to chug an entire bottle of beer in thirty seconds. He did it, and everyone cheered.

I see a few brothers shake. “ Rule 5 no more favorites. Brothers, you get who I decide is available. If you don’t like it go somewhere else and try to get some free pussy with your charm. Good luck with that. Rule 6 common areas and parties are off-limits unless otherwise told by me. You are to stay in your quarters unless working or servicing a brother. Rule 7 no more overnights in a brother's bed. You get them off and you leave. Your getting off is not their problem. Rule 8 you will not talk to any guests or visitors unless I come to get you for your services. The old ladies and I are the queens here. We rule, not you. We are your judge, jury, and executioner. I offer no second chances. Yo

she added She continue with one ridiculous rule after the other and Olivia listened attentively. Realizing the rules are many and she was supposed to remember everything, she excused herself and went for a paper and a pen and wrote them down so she will read them and not forget any. "Last but not least, you can't have friends come over except family," she said making room for only Camila to come around to execute the rest of their plans. "Final rule, before the second month ends, you are supposed to be pregnant," she said and Olivia looked at her

They flinched but remained firm. "Alpha," one of them finally spoke, bowing his head. His voice was filled with reluctance. "The center is off-limits to you. You put that rule in place yourself. No Alpha may enter uninvited." A rule I had made. A rule that, at this moment, I couldn’t give a damn about. "I don’t care," I said loudly. "Move out of my way before I make you." They stiffened, but before I could act, another figure stepped out from the doorway.

My vision blurred as wave after wave of pleasure tore through my body. Derick fucked me through it, groaning at how tightly I squeezed him. But he didn’t stop. He kept pounding into my oversensitive pussy, chasing his own release. Right as another orgasm began building inside me, his phone started ringing on the table beside us. The screen lit up. Alora it was a Video Call. Derick slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him. He looked at the screen, then at my flushed, shocked face, and a wicked smile spread across his lips.

"We're all here for the same reason. To play. To explore. To push limits. Your relationship outside this room is your business." "Good," Dante said. "Then let's establish rules before we start." We spent the next twenty minutes going over boundaries. Hard limits were discussed. Everyone showed recent test results. Safewords were established and acknowledged. The rules of the game were simple: Standard strip poker rules Five players: Me, Dante, Marcus, Helena, and James (Alex was already committed as their submissive and wouldn't play) First person naked was the loser Winner got to use the loser for one hour however they wanted, within established limits

He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

when they start the scopes were the ones that luck ran into in the gym, and apart from rumors the strongest in the academy. When they arrive in the middle of the field one of the viewers tells those who were gathered, “Well, first of all thank you very much for accepting the invitation, we want to tell you first of all, for the practice of this sport, the first rule is to use Limiters, such as bracelets or 50% restrictions enchantments, another is that that is all the magic allowed to use, the teams have a paralysis spell that is activated when the wearer performs another enchantment during the match, if they think they can stay, When he heard this luck he was interested, since he was not a