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Her lashes were wet when she nodded.
She was yanked from her kneeling position onto his lap so quickly, she thought she might throw up. Jasper's strength was amazing, manhandling her with one arm as though her body weighed nothing. Her butt thudded onto his thigh as he curled his arm around her waist and tugged her firmly against him. Tears dripped off her chin, splashing onto his arm as she cried quietly.
She couldn't meet the gaze of any of the people around her; she was more than aware of the stares aimed her way.
Lips touched her ear. Warm breath heated the curve. "Do you think I'd punish you for being overwhelmed? Do you think Atticus would? The safeword is there for a reason, Anarchy. I'm incredibly proud of you for staying true to yourself and your limits." He gave her a sharp nip on the earlobe that shot straight down to her clit and hit the fuck mebutton. "I fully expect you to do the same if and when I push you past what you can take. Understand me?"
Archie sniffled and tried to wipe the tears away, but Jasper stopped her with only a touch.
"Leave them, kitten. There'll be more before the end of the night, and I do enjoy the taste of a woman's tears." Jasper shifted slightly, then her drink was in his hand and lifting toward her mouth. She drank because he wanted her to, letting the bubbles fizz in her mouth. "Everyone around you here is a friend, Anarchy. Look at them. Look them in the eyes and see what you mean to them. Not one of them will stand by and let me harm you if you say the word. I promise."
The smallest giggle of laughter escaped her. "For a sadist, you're kind of sweet."
"I like to think I have some compassion, even when I'm acting like the world's biggest asshole. While we're here and I have your full attention on the topic of safewords, let's play a game." Jasper nibbled down her throat to the curve of her shoulder. "I'm going to name an activity and you're going to tell me red, yellow, or green. Yellow or green is what you'll let me do to you, red is a hard limit. For every activity you set as a hard limit, you'll offer me a green in its stead."
Thoughts of tears and punishment were pushed to the back of her mind. Excitement thrummed inside her, a little steam engine ready to chug down the tracks. She curled her fingers around Jasper's thumb as she quivered. "And if I give you a green, Sir?"
"Be a good girl and spread these legs for me, kitten." The noise he made was one of pleasure when she obeyed, parting her thighs wide enough for his free hand to press between. His fingertips stroked lightly over her swollen labia. "In the name of a fair game, for every green or yellow you commit to, this pretty little pussy will get a treat. Want to play?"
Her eyes darted nervously around the pit. Braun was too wrapped up in Bodie to pay much attention to what Jasper was up to; his sassy submissive didn't seem like her usual pepped-up self tonight. Wrapped up in her Dom's arms, she stared sightlessly at the wall and let the world pass her by. Connie was arguing with Atticus, but her gaze kept sliding toward Archie as though keeping an eye on her. She noticed Archie's gaze was on her, and the Mistress gave her a quick nod of affirmation as if to say, You got this, sweetheart.
Yeah, I do. I can handle this. It's a game. I'm good at games.She licked her lips nervously and nodded. "Okay, Sir. I'm ready to play."
"Brave girl. Let's start with something easy...I know, flogging."
"Green."
His fingernail flicked over her clit, sending a zap of need through her. "Good. Spanking."
"Green."
Jasper flicked her clit again. He threw more at her—caning, whipping, tickling, feathers, rope, handcuffs, Shibari—and she gave him a string of greens that made her head spin in shock. Well, whipping got a reluctant yellow, but otherwise her limits were simple. For every one, he gave her a stroke or a flick, building her up to something bigger.
"Nipple clamps." Green. "Clit clamps." Yellow. "Branding." Ick, yellow. "Watersports."
"Red."
"Oh, so you do have limits. Well done, I'm pleased, kitten." Jasper gave her pussy a quick slap that splatted wetly against his fingers. His laugh was delighted. "Going through your limits is turning you on. That's promising. So no watersports for you...what are you going to trade me?"
Her brain went blank. There were so many options and so many things she had no qualms about letting him to do to her at least once. She thought of the little plug Atticus had stuffed up her butt and blushed. What would it be like to have something significantly larger put there? "Um...anal?"
"That answer makes me happy. Watersports, red. Anal, green. Humiliation."
She shuddered. Whenever she thought of humiliation, she always got an image of a woman on her knees with her face covered in streaks of pearly white cum. Drool slicking her lips, dribbling down and off her chin. For her, it was a bright flashing neon sign proclaiming REDto all and sundry, but Jasper was a sadist. He got hard on humiliation, got off on pain. Torn between answers, she choked on her tongue.
"Just be honest, Anarchy. There is no right or wrong answer. There's only how something makes you feel and whether you can handle it. If you're not sure, chuck it on the yellow pile and we'll try it on for size in the future." He ran his palm up and down her thigh. "Just remember humiliation encompasses quite a few areas, kitten. We can sort out what works for you and what doesn't."
She sighed. "Yellow."
Expecting a rough caress in reward, Archie was unprepared for two fingers to circle her slick entrance, then thrust up into her. Her cry startled their friends from their own conversations, and her back snapped straight. Her legs shook as she struggled not to come, not to fall apart at the feel of those rough-skinned digits stretching her open, but she had no choice when his fingertips curled and hit her detonation button from the inside.
Clamping down on him, her head fell back on a keening moan, hips riding his hand feverishly. "God, yes!"
Mind splintering into tiny splinters, Archie found peace. She floated in Jasper's arms the way she'd always dreamed, safe and protected. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers, sucking on them, trying to draw them deeper. She heard his quiet chuckle, heard him answer Connie's murmur, then he kissed her cheek. "That was beautiful. Thank you, precious. Two more and then game over, okay?"
To hell with two, she thought as her head lolled onto his shoulder. She was giving the green light to anything and everything he could think of to try. She hadn't come like that in...ever, she decided. She'd never gotten off with any of the lesser Doms she'd played with, Atticus not included, and her own attempts to see the light were fuzzy at best. Her orgasms were more snap and crackle than pop.
But not with Jasper. He just lit the fuse to a barrel of C4 explosives and sat back to wait for it to blow sky high.
