Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

All the Watchmen were looking at us as Leo, Luke and Dad rushed over to us. "Are you ok?" Leo asked us. We nodded as both our Dads hugged us. I hugged Leo and then locked eyes with Finn. I needed to hold him, be near him right away. He stared at me and walked to me as I flew into his arms. I kissed him passionately. As we pulled away, Luke said, "No major injuries for any of the Watchmen. Hawk just checked in and it's all quiet there. Sheriff Meyer and his squad are on the way."

As I enter, I see she is reading quietly and the boys are in their cribs sleeping like little angels. “Any problems?” I ask, startling Mary from her focus. “Oh, Luna! Yes. They are sweet boys, - ” She started before howling interrupted us. “Shit! Rogues! Mary, get the boys. Get into the safe room. Do not come out until you are cleared. Remember the safe word!” That was something else I thought to add as a security measure. In case anyone starts calling, Mary would not come out unless one of the six people who knew the safe word called it out. Those six are Austin, Renz, Jessup, Lacey, Jane and me.

“I’ll take you to the edge again and again until you’re trembling and begging. And when I finally let you come, you’ll thank me.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. “Okay. I’m in.” He tsked softly. “Not yet. Once we begin, you will address me as ‘Sir.’ If you fail to follow instructions, you will be punished.” I swallowed the instinctive eye roll. He hadn’t given me a name, and frankly, Sir would do. “Got it.” He didn’t move. I could see it in his expression — that wasn’t enough. “We will be using the stoplight system for a safeword,” he continued. “Red ends the scene immediately. Yellow means I slow down and check in. Green means continue.”

After getting into position, sure as shit, this man walks out with my paddle in his hand. “This little heart is going to look sexy outlined by all that red. Now, princess, we forgot to talk about safe words. What is your safe word, or do you use the stoplight method?” “My safe word is blueberries. The stoplight method is one that I use for soft limits that I haven’t tried yet.”

The cool air hits my skin and my face burns with humiliation. Blaze stands up slowly, towering over me. “You need a safe word. So we're using red. It's simple and classic. The one everyone knows.” “A safe word?” I choke out, heart slamming against my ribs. He steps closer, voice dropping into something dangerous and filthy. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. You’ve got a nasty pain kink and a filthy degradation kink, little rabbit. So I’m giving you an out… because once I start ruining you, I won’t stop until you scream it.”

Isaac kept me close to him as we walked and patted my hip, a quirk of his that I hadn’t figured out if he did to reassure me or himself. “Pick a safeword,” he mumbled so quietly no passersby could overhear. “Something that can easily be slipped into conversation.” “A safeword?” I snorted. “I didn’t get a safeword last night.” Isaac glared playfully at me. “The entire dictionary was your safeword last night.” I turned away, trying to hide my blush. He was quick to capture my chin between his fingers and lift my face up to look at him. Just a few flecks of gold sparked in his eyes, telling me just how much the situation he was unwillingly putting me in bothered him.

Chapter 47: A Safeword Quentin stayed above her for a long moment, watching the way her chest rose and fell. Her wrists were still tied to the headboard with his tie. Her skin was flushed, her thighs still trembling from the orgasm he had just given her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face with surprising gentleness. “Before we go any further,” he said quietly, his voice low but steady, “I need you to choose a safeword. Something you can say if it ever becomes too much. I will stop the second you say it. No questions.”

“Then you’re going to learn how to use that mouth for something useful.” He unzipped his pants with a sharp motion and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was already half-hard. “On your knees. Now.” My heart raced. I knelt between his legs without hesitation, feeling the cold wooden floor against my knees. I looked up, waiting. “What’s your safeword?” he asked, gripping my chin firmly. “Red.” “Good girl. If you need to stop, use it. But today you’re going to take it all the way down. No gagging. No looking away.”

Seeing Nolan tucking a leather strap behind the pillow I stopped and sat back on my bent legs. “Why do you have those, Nolan?” He glanced over at his brother and stuttered incoherently. Raising my brow at his discomfort I grinned. “My safe word is peanuts,” I said softly and presented both my wrists to them. Nathan chuckled and asked, “ You said peanuts, not a penis, correct?” “Yes peanuts, as in peanut butter, pervert,” I growled and he smiled wide. “You won't need a safeword sweetheart because we only plan on giving you nothing but extreme pleasure,” he said seductively and pulled me to lay across his bare chest.

The air smelled faintly of leather and polished wood…our beautiful sanctuary. I set her down gently in the center, her bare feet sinking into the thick rug. She stood there, breathing fast, eyes wide and trusting as they met mine. I cupped her face, kissing her slow and deep, pouring every ounce of adoration into it until her hands clutched my shirt like she never wanted to let go. “The safe word is ‘red,’” I murmured against her lips. “You use it, everything stops. You’re safe with me. Always.”