Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone froze in place. No one was speaking for a long time. "What test? With whom?" Vivian asked. I looked at Vivian, who was so nervous that her hands were shaking, and she was biting her lips. Winston's gaze was deep, and he said, "They brought back someone on this mission, a dead person. "That person is Aryanna. "You said Aryanna ran away, but why is her body in Salakole?"

Ammy's cheeks heated up as she remembered what toys were going to be used on her soon enough. "Good, now do you remember what else we talked about?" Jason asked needing to make sure Ammy understood their safe word system. "My safe word is Jones yours is Cammy. Otherwise, we use the light system, I can cry and beg for you to stop but you won't unless I use my safe word or say yellow/red." Ammy repeated back knowing from past experiences that safe word system was important, and he refused to go without one ever again. "Good girl." Jason crooned and smirked at the pretty flush that rose up on the Omega's cheeks, both her and Sebestian reacted the same way to praise it seemed.

"That it will be, but I think my sexy, little wife can handle it. And if you can't, just say the word and we're out of there." "Do you think we need a code word or something?" She leaned on the door, not ready to get into the car yet, her nerves still rattling her some. "What do they call it? A safeword?" Darren laughed, his eyes sparkling as he did. "We can have a safeword if you want. What will you remember to say that I'll remember means something?" She thought a moment, her brows bunched over her nose. "How about… Chocolate? I'll just say, I could really go for some chocolate, and you'll know I want out of there."

Slowly he begins kissing back up my body, his lips pressing against mine, his hand gripping my hair and pulling my head back, causing a small cry to escape my lips as his lips press against my exposed neck. “You say the safe word when you have had enough, don't feel safe, or are overwhelmed and need me to stop. Not if your sulking and want your own way. You say it, I stop.” Nodding, I agree to his terms. “Safeword?” He looks at me waiting. “Red.” I can’t exactly forget that. “Correct, and if you say red, what happens?” Smiling, I nod. He stops. I won’t say it if he stops.

His hands checking the straps are tight enough, my body already craving more of him, the leather straps making me moan. "We will stick with red for now. red is your safe word, Lisa. later you can pick another, but right now, red is your safe word." His mouth starts kissing down my thigh, moaning. I try to push myself to him, but it is useless. His mouth is sinful, moving slowly, tasting me, slowly kissing back up my body, his lips pressing against mine, his hand gripping my hair and pulling my head back, his lips pressing against my exposed neck. "You say the safeword when you have had enough, don't feel safe, or are overwhelmed and need me to stop. Not if you're sulking and want your own wa

A thumb tracing the line of her collarbone. "First of all, let's remember what matters," he said. "Your safety is my priority. Your word is my command." He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Your safeword?" "Granada," she replied, almost voiceless. "Say it again. With certainty." "Granada." "Once more." "Granada," she said, now louder, more confident. Yusuf nodded, satisfied. "Perfect. If you say that word, everything stops. Immediately. Understood?"

"You do not touch me unless I permit you. You do not come unless I give you permission. You speak only when spoken to, unless you are using your safeword. Is that understood?" My heart was hammering, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. This was it. The line was being drawn. "Yes," I breathed. "Yes, what?" he prompted, his thumb stroking the pulse point on my wrist. "Yes… Sir." The word felt foreign but right. "Good." He released my wrist. "Rule two. We need a safeword. Something you won't forget. Something that will stop everything, instantly, no questions asked." "Bunny," I said, the word popping into my head unbidden. It was ridiculous, soft, and completely out of place here. Perfect.

"You get punished so you remember who you are—our queen. And we don't keep secrets from our queen. Not ones that could hurt her." Her breath catches. The fight drains out of her in one slow, trembling exhale, leaving something raw and quiet in its place. The same trust she forgot earlier now shows in the way she holds perfectly still, waiting for what's next. "Good girl," I murmur, dragging the crop higher up her thigh. "What's your safe word?" Her voice is small but steady. "Red." I nod once. "Good. Use it if you need to." That's the only warning she gets.

My pulse racing at what he could have planned for us today since it was just the two of us and nobody else. “Now. Today is all about endurance sweetheart. Yet, at any point should you feel the need to say it, you can always use your safe word, got it?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good. And do you remember what your safe word is?” “Red” Grunting at my word does he move to grab my hair harshly. His strong hand tugging my head back freely until our eyes lock with one another. Lucus’s eyes now holding venom within them as I quickly realize my first mistake.

Kyle had securely bound Stephon's naked body to the St. Andrews Cross in the far corner of the play area. He had Stephon's head tipped back with a tight grip on his hair. "I'm not in the mood to play around tonight. Will that be a problem?" "No, Sir." "Good. Safeword if you need to." "Yes, Sir." In all the years Matt had watched his friend take a consensual beating, he'd never heard him safeword. Twice Matt had done it for him and that's why he wanted to be around whenever an unknown worked on his friend.