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“Yes…Sir.”
“Very nice,” he murmured. “Rule number three, you will communicate with me at all times. In order to protect your mental and physical well-being, I will often ask…where are you? If you’re enjoying what I’m doing, say green. If you’re not sure, but you don’t want me to stop, sayyellow. If you can’t tolerate it, sayred, or use your safeword. Think of a stop light…green, yellow, and red. Does that make sense?”
“Perfect sense, Sir,” I replied without confessing I’d read about the method a hundred times.
“Repeat the colors and meanings, girl.”
“Green is good. Yellow is meh…I can take a little more. And red is aww, hell no.”
“Very good.” He chuckled as he circled me again. “Since I have no intention of introducing you to the lifestyle with a hard scene, I won’t bog you down with a ton of rules. But we do need to decide on a safeword. Do you have any suggestions?”
“What about…tornado?”
The burst of laughter rolling from the back of Blade’s throat warmed me like the summer sun. “I think that’s an excellent choice, little one. Tornado it is. All right, let’s move on to limits. I’m going to toss out some terms. I want you to use the same color code we discussed a minute ago. Green if you’re fine with it. Yellow if you’re not sure. And red if it’s a aww, hell no. But in addition, I want you to say yes if you’ve experienced it, or no, if you haven’t. If you’re not familiar with the term or don’t know what it means, stop me. I’ll explain. All right?”
Though he knew I had zero hands-on experience, confirming the fact by playing twenty questions filled me with dread.
“I’m warning you now, there will be a whole lot of nos. But yes, Sir, I understand.”
“No worries. Bondage.”
“Green. No.”
“Spanking.”
“Yellow. No.”
“Blindfold.”
“Green. No.” I shook my head. “See? I told you.”
“Stop being self-conscious, girl. I wasn’t expecting to hear yes often.”
His understanding warmed my heart and eased my angst.
“Sex.”
“Green. Yes,” I whispered as images of Blade driving the fat cock straining beneath his jeans in and out of my weeping pussy crowded my brain.
“Oral sex, both giving and receiving.”
Biting back a pitiful moan, I could all but taste his thick cock pressing past my lips and filling my mouth.
“Super green, and yes,” I said, trying not to squirm as my clit throbbed incessantly.
“It’s a super green for me, too, little one,” he confessed in a lurid whisper.
My pussy clutched at the thought of his masterful tongue swirling and stabbing my dripping core.
“Anal sex.”
Suddenly, the obscene images in my brain vanished, and I tensed. “Umm…orange, and no.”
“Orange?” he asked with a soft chuckle. “I assume that means you’re somewhat curious about anal, but scared it will hurt, correct?”
“One hundred percent.”
“What about butt plugs?”
