Saints Row The Third Safeword の小説・ストーリー

I growled and the fingers tightened around my throat as he growled, “I will f**k you, little girl.” I sucked in a breath. It was different. His voice. The name he used for me. And a shiver of apprehension raced through me. “I— I” “Hush…” His lips brushed mine as he said, “You know your safeword?” Safeword. What was it? Yes. Promise. I nodded. “Say it.” “Promise.” My lips brushed his as I spoke. “Then say it only when you want me to stop. Yes?” I nodded. “Say it.” He growled, his weight pushing me into the carpeted floor harshly.

“Tell me if there is too much pressure on your ribs. Use the safe words. Red. It means we stop and I untie you. Yellow if you want to stop and talk about things. If you tell me to stop without using either of those words, I am going to ignore you.” We talked about this. While in the throes of intense play I may very well say no or stop without really wanting him to. It’s one of the reasons there are safewords in BDSM. Safewords are sacred. There are no repercussions for using them and no matter what point we’re at in a scene, even if Kir is buried balls deep inside me, he’ll stop immediately if I use either of those words. I’m never going to use them. I want this. I’m strong enough to take w

Get your mind out of the gutter. "Well, I wouldn't mind if you do expose your cock, as long as you know you belong to me," I commented, still fighting back a smile. "I don't want to expose my cock to someone else though," he said, adding, "I'm going to blindfold you, will you be okay with it?" "Yes," I said without hesitation. "Then choose a safeword for you. Think of a name that you might be quick to come up with. Call that name whenever you want me to stop or you feel like you've reached your limit," he said. I thought deeply, and came up with 'apple'.

Soon the pressure on the bed eased off and I heard something scraping across the ground. The urge to look was overwhelming. What was he even doing? “The safeword is ‘Red’. Do you understand?” Safe word? Why would I need that? Before I could think of opening my eyes, a fabric was pulled over them and something cold and hard clamped around my wrists.

“You don’t get to see until I say so.” The world goes dark. My heartbeat roars in my ears. I hear his footsteps walking away. The clink of a drawer. A rough sound that's like metal hitting against each other. Silence. Then something colder than the room brushing over my bare stomach. He returns. “Safe words,” he says, the edge of discipline present in his voice. “Amber means slow down. Red means stop. You use them, I stop everything. Understood?” “Yes,” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.

“But not yet.” His fingers moved inside her in a slow, steady rhythm, watching her body melt beneath his touch . When her legs started to shake, he lifted her with ease, pulling her thighs tight around his waist. She could feel him. His hard thick length pressed against her. “You want it?” he asked, his voice low as he rocked his hips against her. His Cock grinding into her wet entrance. She nodded desperately. “No safe word,” he reminded her. “You give me everything.” “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Well, A safeword is a word or signal that ends bondage, discipline, and sadism play instantly. It can be any word that it isn't part of common play speech. For instance, if I am doing things to you which you don't want and you can't bear at the moment you say the safeword.” “So what is the safe word?” “Okay. We have a traffic light system, they are the most common safewords and easy to remember in the heat of the moment and each color communicates with your partner about your feelings.” He explained and Audrey nodded understanding what he is saying. “You can go on.”

After, sweat cooling, limbs tangled, he pressed his lips to the notch at the base of her throat and murmured the words that used to make her dissolve: “Still the best I’ve ever had, Red.” She laughed through the tears, fingers tracing the line of his spine exactly the way she remembered. And then, so softly she almost missed it, he added something new. Something wrong. Something that made the whole world tilt sideways. He kissed the shell of her ear and whispered, “Pomegranate.” The safe word they’d created fifteen years ago, on their third date, when she’d let him tie her wrists for the first time and laughingly demanded an escape hatch. The safe word she had never—not once—fed into the mem

After too many moments, he must've seen the determination and honesty in her, because he let out the breath he'd been holding. "Safeword," he ground out. "What?" "I need to know if I'm pushing you too far. Give me a safeword." Shaking her head, she looked heavenward, wracking her brain. The tiles in his bathroom were a mossy-green color. "Sage."

“Can’t let all my surprises out of the bag. I’ll tell you what: anything I do, if you don’t like it, use a safe word, and I stop immediately.” Safe word? What the hell are you planning to do to me, Connor Brooks? “What’s the safe word?” I asked nervously. He considered. “‘Safe word.’” I shook my head. “‘Safe word’ is the safe word? Seriously?” “You’ll remember it.” True… He looked me up and down, undressing me with his eyes. I realized that I wanted so badly for that not to be a metaphor. “So… do we have a deal?” I sat back in the chair and took a sip of wine. “Break out the cards,” I said in my best bring it on voice.