EXTRACT FOR
Pushing the Limit
(Jenny Lee)

Although my heart was galloping in my chest at the thought of these rules, I was puzzled by the fourth rule. I gathered my courage to say, "Am I..." Then I stopped, took a deep breath, and started over. "Sir, is rule four to use my hands, because, um, because I am not allowed to speak?"

"Very good question." For a moment, I felt a flush of pride at the note of surprised approval in his voice. "That is part of it. However, more likely, you will not be able to speak. You may be gagged, or your mouth may be otherwise occupied."

My stomach flip-flopped. I would be gagged? Or, or, otherwise occupied? What had I gotten myself into?

"Any other questions?" 

Mutely, I shook my head.

"Usually, rule number five is that you may not cum without my permission. However, I have decided that we will suspend that rule for the next five days. Cum as often as you want, as often as you are able. It will help." This last cryptic comment was half under his breath.

He paused a moment, watching my face, judging my reactions.  "If you understand these rules, say, 'Yes, Sir.'"

I immediately murmured, without looking away from his eyes, "Yes, Sir." Then my eyes dropped to rest on his waist, and I held the proper posture, while I waited to be commanded.

All this time I had been focusing very hard on ignoring the heat building... building... building. As soon as I was no longer ensnared in his gaze, though, it came roaring back, and I gave a small, needy sound, shifting my hips.

He knew the torment I suffered, but rather than comment on it, he leaned forward and dropped a swift kiss on my forehead. The flesh burned in its wake. "Very good, Lily girl!  I think we shall get along very well together."