Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

His voice dipped, velvet and dangerous. “What’s your safe word?” I blinked, startled by the bluntness, but oddly comforted. “I… I don’t have one,” I admitted, suddenly aware of how unprepared I was. He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from my cheek, and gently cupped my jaw. The leather of his glove was cool against my flushed skin. “Then tonight, it's ‘Scarlet.’ If you say that word, everything stops. Understand?” I nodded. He tilted my chin up. “Use it if you need to. I’m not here to hurt you. Only to give you exactly what you came for.”

“Do you consent to any and all of us doing whatever comes to mind? Keeping in mind that Malachi is not--no matter how much he might try to charm you--allowed to actually fuck you.” Willow looked at Malachi, who smirked at her. Damn him, that smirk made her want to see what the fuss surrounding him was all about. “Yes,” Willow said. “I consent to all of that. I assume I’ll be able to veto something that I find uncomfortable?” “That’s what safe words are for,” Cash said. “Are you good with the traffic light system? Red means stop, yellow is slow down, and green means you’re good to go?” Willow nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said. “So, uh... green?”

Alexander broke the kiss instantly, his stormy gray eyes narrowing into slits of pure fury as the screen displayed a new, flashing prompt. *Phase Three Failsafe Active: Target Location Sealed.* The war wasn't over. The game had just changed entirely.

His fingers tangled in my hair again, and he yanked my head back until I was forced to look up at him. “Good girl,” he murmured, thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “The safe word is red.” Safe word? The word echoed in my head, loud and startling. I’d be needing a safe word? My heart slammed against my ribs, the sensation a dizzying mix. I wasn’t just scared—I was thrilled, and that realization unsettled me almost as much as it fucking excited me. Heat curled low in my stomach, my breath turning shallow as I tried to wrap my mind around how far I’d already gone.

for.” We stared at each other. Then he nodded. “Okay. I’m in.” Victory rushed through me. “Then strip. And kneel with the others.” He hesitated for just a second. Ego warring with curiosity. Then pulled his shirt over his head. Holy fuck. His body was ridiculous. All carved muscle and smooth skin. When he shoved his sweatpants down, his cock was already half-hard, thick even soft. He knelt beside Tyler. Now I had three gorgeous people waiting for my orders. “Here are the rules.” I paced in front of them. “You do what I say, when I say it. You don’t come without permission. You use your safeword if you need to stop. What’s everyone’s safeword?” “Red,” Madison and Tyler said t

“If you’re ready. We can take it slow and long.” My pulse jumped. The memory of how overwhelmed and alive I felt during temperature play was still fresh. This felt like the next step. “Yeah,” I said. “I want it. Extended. I want to see how far I can go with you.” Eli searched my face for a long moment. “Safe word is still ‘red’. Tap my arm three times if you can’t speak. I’ll check in verbally too. We stop the second you need to. No pushing through.”

"We'll be fine,stay in this room and lock the door. Don't open it for anyone except us." "I'm scared." "Good. That means you're smart." He kissed my forehead and it felt protective and possessive at the same time. "We'll be back soon and when we come back, Marcus Shaw won't be a problem anymore." I watched all three of them walk out. Kai cracked his knuckles. Luca's sweet face looked cold. Dante moved like a man going to war. I locked my door and sat on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I'd just set three wolves on Marcus and part of me hoped they destroyed him.

I threw myself on him and kissed him. I felt him stiffened. It didn't matter that I hadn't ever kissed a man before. I just moved my lips around his. And oh. He tasted like sin. And just when I was about to get more taste. He redrew back. A smirk on his handsome face. "Eager now, I see. Except that's not how it's played." I arched a confused brow, wondering what he meant. "You need a safe word." "Why does it matter?" He smirked. "No. But a safeword will help me stop when I push you too much."

"Red," he said to me, "I want you to remember that Rory. That's your safe word. I'll stop doing whatever that I am doing to you if you say that word once. No question asked," he whispered in my ears. I gasped when Kairos suddenly lifted my chin and I could almost feel his lips brushing against mine. The prick is teasing me. I tried to reach for his lips that were just inches away from me but for some reason. I can't find it even if I could feel it.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"