Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

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.”

He held it there firmly, watching my face as the strong vibrations made my legs shake. “Oh fuck— that’s too much—” I moaned, but I didn’t want him to stop. He smiled darkly. “You have a safe word, Kathy. It’s ‘red’. Say it and I stop immediately. Understand?” I nodded fast, already panting. “Yes… I understand.”

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

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.

"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."