Saints Row The Third Safeword Novels & Stories

"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.

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

"Please, it hurts... Fuck! It feels too good..." I was hyperventilating now, my hands scrambling behind to push him away. "You’re going to take every bit of me, Olivia," he hissed, his hand sliding down to slap my cunt, finding my clit. "Every. Single. Inch." Then I was screaming, my knees still shaking as he fucked me into oblivion. I was gonna cum again and I don't think I would survive it the second time. The safeword. Stop. I could say it and it will all end. But I didn't.

They knew exactly who they were going to buy before the auction even started. "Rules first." Zane stands in front of me while the other four fan out behind him. He's tall, easily six three, broad shouldered, with a voice like gravel and dark eyes that haven't left my body since we walked through the door. "Safeword is red. You say it, everything stops immediately. You can walk out that door anytime you want. No questions. No pressure." "And if I don't want to walk out?" He smiles, slow and predatory. "Then you belong to us tonight. Every inch of you. Every hole. Every sound you make. Ours."

Tonight it felt real. I picked up the pen, its gold tip catching the warm glow of the bedside lamp. I read the words out loud, voice steady even though my pulse hammered in my throat. “Safe words: Green for go. Yellow for slow down. Red for stop. Immediate. No questions. No guilt.” James nodded once, slow and serious. “Say them back to me.” “Green. Yellow. Red.” “Good girl.” His voice dropped lower, velvet over gravel. “And aftercare. Always. No matter what.”

"Henry's just guilty. I'm the one he loves. Believe it or not, with just one word from me, he'll leave you and come right back to me!" Without a word, I quietly shut the apartment door behind me.

she cries out. “Begging already, Red? But I am not done with you yet,” I bark out as I hit her with the whip one more time, and then again, until I feel her breathing starts to catch. “BEAR! Daddy, BEAR!” Arlette cries out our safe word. I threw the cane to the floor, walking away from her. That's exactly what safe words are for. To be used when you feel unsafe or want the play to end. Well, the knocks on my door don’t stop, but they have increased now.

Finally, I attach a butterfly vibrator to Charlie’s waist, situating it right on her clit before turning it on. The room is filled with the sounds of the vibrators and my mates’ moaning and the earthy smell of Charlie’s arousal. “What’s your safeword, Charlotte?” I ask, standing behind her and rubbing my cockhead against her entrance. “Truffles,” she moans out. “And yours, Alpha?” “Algebra,” he sighs.

I shudder in fear, even as I try to hold on to Sasha’s earlier words. ‘This is about your pleasure,’ he’d said. ‘The safe word is red. If at any point you feel you’re in danger, all you have to do is let me know and I’ll stop.’ Sasha chuckles when he sees the look on my face. “Relax Gia. I’m not going to set you on fire. Not in the way you’re thinking.” I’m ashamed of my fear and I try to relax but all I can see are the flames.

“Sounds serious.” “It is,” she replied severely. “As we’re your first exposure to subs and Dommes, I have decided to introduce you to some of the tools of the trade, so to speak, in order to assist you in setting your limits. So, tonight, for being a naughty brat, you get to watch and not participate.” “Oh dear,” Raven replied. “You’ll be begging by the end of it,” Shadow predicted. “The first thing is the safe word,” she stroked her hand down Shadow’s back. “A word that you will use when your utmost tolerances have been reached. We use yellow for approaching limits, and red for immediate stop.”