Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

“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.”

So instead, I just nodded to show her that what Gabe and I had was perfectly safe and consensual. “What’s your safeword? Mine is greenhouse,” Tia Mel piped up. “Towels,” I said promptly. The word tumbling out of me, before I could even think. Tia Mel seemed pleased with my response and shot my mother a look of approval as if to say "See, they're being safe." The men in the room however, let out varying gasping sounds of horror and embarrassment. “That’s it, I’m strangling him the minute he walks through the door,” Dad exclaimed. “Xavier…Dylan, hold him while I rearrange his face.” He pounded his right fist into his open left palm for emphasis.

“I thought we agreed on no pain.” “I’m into restraint,” he said, “I’ll show you. Trust me there’s no pain.” He dropped onto the sofa, claiming the entire space with his posture, legs slightly spread, shoulder relaxed. “We need a safe word. Something you can use if I go too far.” His eyes locked with mine. “I’ll pick it. Hope you don’t mind.” I just wanted to get this over and escape before my body shredded completely. “I don’t mind.” “Your safe word is…” Zane let a soft smile tease his lips, slow, like he was savoring the moment. “Red John.”

"Liam is the blueprint. He’s like, actual prom king material. Did you see him in his jersey today? The shoulders? I nearly died right there by the trophy case." Sarah let out a loud, dramatic groan, unscrewing a tub of lip gloss with an aggressive twist. "Ugh, please. Liam is sweet, sure, but he's so... safe. He looks like the kind of guy who asks your dad for permission before taking you to a movie. Noah, though? Oh my god. Noah is a literal hazard to my health." Elena froze. Her hand went to the second button of her uniform shirt, pretending to check if it was loose, her fingers fumbling with the fabric just to give herself an excuse to stay right where she was.

I gasp “The kind you won’t enjoy.” “Second, once I start, only say the safe words and anything aside from that is void and null to my ears.” Instead of clarity, more confusion just ate me up. “Safe words?” “Yes, they will be two, the first one when you’re almost at your limit and the second one, only if you can’t take it anymore. Suddenly anxious as to where this was heading, I couldn’t help but pry some more. “Serge.. I don’t think we.”

"You think you won? You think you can just slide a few pieces of paper across a mahogany table and erase what you are?" ​Ryan didn't flinch. He didn't even step back. He simply shifted his weight, moving his large frame slightly to the left to completely shield Vennessa from Claire’s erratic movements. His grey eyes were entirely devoid of emotion—cold, flat, and lethal. ​"You're trespassing Claire," Ryan said, his voice a low, dangerous baritone that made the air in the corridor feel instantly thinner. "I suggest you leave before my security detail ensures your arrest is syndicated on the afternoon news alongside Lucas's."

My heart kicked hard. He knelt between my thighs again, candle in one hand, lighter in the other. “The safe word is red,” he said, calm, serious. “Say it once and everything stops. Okay?” I swallowed, already wetter at the thought. “Okay.” He lit the candle, let it burn a few seconds until a small pool of melted wax gathered, then tilted it just enough that the first drop fell, hot, perfect, right on the soft skin just above my left nipple.

"What will you say? Your safety word, Charlotte?" What will I say? Struggling for a moment, it comes to me. "Heartbeat," I say. "My safe word is ´Heartbeat´ Master." "Good girl." And the flogger licks around the tender skin of my thighs. Aaahhhh... Searing pleasure electrifies me, jolting my pussy awake again.

He heard Madie suck in a breath as she realized what he was doing. 'Good.' he thought. There was no comfort tonight, no hugging, no gentle words. He'd treat her like the spoiled brat that she was. "What's your safe word?" he asked, voice deep and scary. Again, Madeline shivered. Their safeguard was also discussed when they were in the room, cuddling. Dario explained to her what it was and what it meant. It was a security for her, that if it comes out of her lips, he would immediately stop what he was doing.