Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

So, he didn’t hold back. “I’m putting everything I have into this,” he said. “Every resource, every contact, every man I trust. I’ve already pulled back operations that don’t matter right now. This”—his hand gestured between them, to the weight in the room—“is the priority.” Aurora didn’t speak, but her posture shifted slightly, her arms curling around her middle as if trying to hold herself together from the inside out. “I’ll keep you safe,” Emilio continued, voice calm but unflinching. “No matter what comes of this, no matter who’s behind it, you don’t have to look over your shoulder while you’re under my roof.”

He grumbled, "If you're sick, you should see a doctor. Are you throwing a tantrum again because you're scared of shots and medicine? "Open the door, or I'm coming in!" Just as the door began to shake under his forceful kick, Simon suddenly froze. His assistant whispered something in his ear, and the frantic urgency in Simon's voice vanished instantly. His hand rested on the door, but he no longer tried to push inside.

He smiled. “Keep your hands there, sweetheart,” he said as he let go of her wrists. She instinctively began to move them down and he growled. Her eyes popped open to look at his and she moved her hands back where he had placed them. “There’s a good girl,” he said before giving her a quick kiss. “Before we go any further, your safe word is ‘red.’ If I do anything that hurts you or frightens you, you say ‘red’ and everything stops. Understand?”

It was stupid of Park to come here thinking he would hand Eden over. Malakai could also see in his eyes that all of this was a bunch of bullshit. He could see it in Serena's eyes too. He was bluffing, or buying time for something. He looked at Eden and locked eyes with her. Elijah saw and followed his eye line, eyes resting on his target and smirking. "See, I don't trust you, if you haven't already gathered. Whatever you're offering is void.” Kai said and was about to tell security to remove them from the premises. Until he noticed a small exchange.

I felt myself longing to be with him and it worried me in more ways than one. The feel of his touch, the smell of his cologne was coming at me at a rapid pace that I quietly told myself to step back. I feared that if I stayed within his proximity I might do something I might regret later. As I attempted to take a step back I felt myself sway a little too quickly. He immediately reached out and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay?” As he held on to me I could feel his tight muscular arms around me making me feel safe and secure.

he said, and almost instantly, the third man did as told. The man holding the crucifix retched on the spot when a gush of odorous ammonia air escaped the room. Mr. Grann, who was still tailing Marcus, rushed to support his employee and offered a handkerchief from his jacket. “Don’t open this door unless I knock on it...thrice, ” said Marcus with a grim look on his face. He eyed the four men behind him and they all nodded in unison.

“I didn’t ask you to leave either.” Her chocolate eyes were gleaming underneath the warm lights of the suite. “You said you don’t play with brats—” “What’s your safe word?” I interrupted her, watching her as she scrunched the dress in her hands. “Red.” “And safe gesture?” Her eyes widened. “I…” Tilting my head, I waited, counting down the seconds before I could punish her, make her beg for it. “I’ll tap or snap my fingers.”

Her legs shook uncontrollably, her whole body jerking like she couldn’t hold herself together. I bit into her shoulder, grinding through her orgasm, and forcing her to ride it longer and harder, until she was sobbing in my ear, her voice shredded. I leaned close, my lips at her ear, “Safe word, Eve. Say Saint if you want me to stop.” She didn’t. Good. Because I wasn’t stopping anyway.

he asked firmly. Anticipation mixed with a trickle of fear of the unknown coursed through me. “I promise” “choose your safe word” I gave it a little thought, unsure what I should pick. “It can’t be Adrian, or stop, because you might say those on instinct but not fully mean to safe word me” he clarified. I nodded my head in understanding. “Cherry, that’s my safe word” I said with a soft smile. He smiled back at me approvingly. “If you say Cherry, it all stops I promise” he said tenderly.

“Say the word and you walk. No consequences. No retaliation. Connor can find another way to earn his spot.” “And if I stay?” “Then you’re ours until sunrise.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Every hole. Every way we want. We fill you up, wear you out, and send you home so fucked out you won’t remember your own name.” My cunt clenches so hard it almost hurts. “Do I at least get a safe word?” “Crimson.” He smiles. “Use it if you need to. I don’t think you will.” I should use it now. I should walk up those stairs and never look back and press charges and ruin Connor’s life and –