Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Thirty-seven

"You still remember your new safeword, Arabella?" Adrian asks.

Safeword? We talked about it over the phone but do I remember it now with all the sexual hormones flooding into my system?

"Not sure. Maybe I do," I breathe incoherent, squeezing my ass in search of my inner and outer balance."But why do we have to talk like this, Adrian?"

I don't want to talk!

"I ask questions and you answer-not the other way around. The quicker you do it, the faster we'll be done," Adrian replies and takes a deep breath, his ruthless eyes staring at my trembling nude body. "What's your safeword, Arabella? This is very important."

"RED," I reply like a docile student, but sarcasm betrays my voice. "That's my safeword. It's Red. Happy?" I throw my head back as the vibrations slam through the inner walls of my vagina, ricocheting through my brain.

I respond with a long moan, and it feels overwhelmingly good like a drug.

"Yes. Red. You do know when to use it, don't you?" Adrian continues.

"Yes, Sir," I reply.

He said Red is the standard safeword in BDSM, as it simply indicates danger-a very hard limit-and I can only use it when something during the scene gets too much to handle, mostly the pain and overwhelming feeling of extreme discomfort.

It's a pill hard to swallow, honestly speaking, but I gotta know the basics regardless of how mortifying his world of pain and pleasure sounds for the most part. Maybe I'm equally curious about it.

The safeword, according to Adrian's explanation, is the sub's key to demanding an exit from the Dom's control. It is, as he insisted, a very important armor a sub must carry.

He implied I may need the safeword at some point, so I have to remember it by heart. But I pray I never have to use it. Will there be such a scenario? Talk about extremes, I'm not even sure how far I can take this dildo.

"Oh, my God, Adrian!" I pull the chains; my wrists burn in the process.

Clinking and swooshing sounds entrap my nerves.

I let the ecstasy consume me, pulling me into the whirlpool of dark pleasure I never knew existed. Blood boils in my veins, and my whole body heats. I breathe unevenly, moving haphazardly just to control the pleasure cascading through me almost achingly.

"And what if you don't want me to stop, but rather take a break?" I hear Adrian quizzing again.

For fuck's sake!

I glance at him with my hooded eyes and snap, "Yellow. I use YELLOW!"

Yellow means I'm close to my limit. Fuck this dildo! My muscles clench the more it drills and rub me continuously.

"Good," Adrian says pettishly, his fingers running through my hair gently, a sanguine smile on his face. "Very good, even though there's room for improvement on your ability to be still, and obedient, Arabella. You're such a stubborn creature."

"To be still? How?" I croak.

I cannot be still while something thrusts in and out of my pussy like an enraged cock. How can I keep still like that?

"Tying you up to no movement at all," he answers wickedly, grinning at me. "You need extreme bondage, Arabella, and God knows how tempted I am to sass you with that."

Tied up to no movement at all. The scenario floods outlandish excitement in me. How would it feel like to lose total control of my body and yield to his mercy? Will he hurt me if I give him the key to my submission? I don't know. But I'm inclined to lay my trust in him because deep down I know he won't hurt me.