The Off Limits Rule Novels & Stories

I stare down at his rules. "So, limits. These are mine." He hands me another piece of paper. Hard Limits No acts involving fire play No actions involving needles, knives, piercing, or blood No actions involving gynecological medical instruments No activities involving children or animals No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin. No actions involving breath control. This is BDSM to me. He has to write these down! Of course – they all look very sensible, and frankly, necessary, any sane person wouldn't want to be involved in this sort of thing, surely? Though I now feel a little queasy.

He says. "I'm not going anywhere. I'd never do anything to risk losing you. You're not just my friend. I hate to break it to Mason, but you're my best friend." "You're mine, too." He says as he laughs and kisses my cheek. “We should have rules.” I say. "I'm not going to date while we're screwing." Mason says as if reading my thoughts. "When we're out of each other's systems," He adds, and plaster on a smile, reminding me it's not forever.

He looks at me again, really looks, and I feel stripped bare in a way that has nothing to do with my open robe, my bare thighs, the wetness still cooling on my skin. "Not like this," he says. "Not with you half-undressed and me standing here like a fucking idiot, still hard from watching you touch yourself." He laughs, but there's no humor in it. "Jesus, Bella. You're supposed to be off-limits." "Says who?" "Says your brother. Says every rule I've ever told myself about you. Says—" He stops, his jaw working, and I watch him fight with whatever he's about to say next.

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.

I muttered, turning my back on him. "If either of you fails to show up, or if I hear a single word of complaint, you’re off the active roster permanently," Matteo said, his voice completely unyielding. "I don't care who you are, Rowan. And I don't care how many points you scored last season, Wesley. Show up, or turn in your jerseys." Without waiting for either of us to answer, Matteo turned around and walked out of the locker room, the door clicking shut behind him.

I asked, my voice going up an octave as he took his eyes off the road for a minute. “Is there a problem? I thought you guys were cool…” he trailed off, rounding a corner. “No, no. We are…it's just…” “Just…?” he asked, slowing the car down. Just that we have to physically restrain ourselves from kissing every time we get within arm's length of each other. “Just…nothing, thanks Spence,” I sighed slowly, taking in our surroundings for the first time since the car ride started. “Woah,” I muttered, craning my neck out the window as I took in the menacingly tall building ahead.

He then turned to Yvonne and ordered, "Get her clothes off, film everything, and then upload it on the internet so that everyone can see what she looks like!" I was overwhelmed with fear as they rushed toward me. I could see that they were seconds away from ripping my clothes right off my back. It was at that very critical juncture that the police arrived. They restrained Clyde immediately and took both him and Yvonne into custody. "Your actions constitute a major criminal offense, so we are placing you under legal arrest." Clyde and Yvonne kneeled on the floor with their hands on their heads, appearing rather pathetic. They were soon hauled off to the police station and placed in custody.

"About what?" "About everything." He pulled me closer by the waist. The robe fell away entirely, pooling at my feet. His hands found my bare back, warm and rough against my skin. He pulled me against him, and I felt the fabric of his shirt, the heat of his body, the hardness of his chest pressing against me. “And there are rules—simple ones. The ones I know you can abide by.” I met his eyes. “What kind of rules?” He paused for a second. “I ask you questions, you reply without hesitation—but if you do hesitate, there are punishments.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Are you in?”

I mumble, pulling myself from Virginia's arms and run from the room. I run. 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.

Neither of them spoke. The office was the same as before—small desk, whiteboard, coffee maker that had been brewing the same pot since 1995. Coach Harrison sat behind the desk and gestured for them to sit. "The league just released a new ruling," Coach said. His voice was heavy. "They're calling it the Montgomery-Volkov Rule." Damian's blood ran cold. "What does it say?" "No romantic partners on the same team. Effective immediately." Sebastian's face went pale. "They can't do that."