Page 10 of Beg Me
The vibrator pulses gently inside me, a constant reminder of my vulnerability. "Safe word?" I know what a safe word is. I've heard of it in movies and the kinky stories I read, but something about setting one right now makes this feelreal.
"We'll use stoplight colors." His voice is steady, grounding. "Red means stop everything immediately. You can't take anymore, and we need to take a break or end the night. Yellow means to slow down. You might need a moment or you're reaching your limit." His eyes lock with mine, making sure I'm following. "Green means go. Everything's good."
My throat feels tight with anticipation. "Okay."
"At any point, I might ask for your color. You'll tell me honestly where you're at." The command in his voice leaves no room for negotiation. "Red, yellow, or green. Simple. There's no shame in needing to stop or take a break. Okay?" He eyes me intensely, waiting for a response.
I nod, feeling the weight of this new responsibility.
"Use your words, Tess." His tone sharpens slightly. "I need to hear you say it."
"I understand," I manage, my voice steadier than I expected. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go."
"Good." His approval washes over me like warm water. "And if you safe word out, what happens?"
I hesitate. I don't like the idea of having to use a safe word to end the night.
"Nothing bad," he clarifies, his expression softening just slightly. "It doesn't mean failure. It means you know your limits, and I respect them. Always."
Something loosens in my chest at his words. "I understand."
"Color now?" he asks, thumb hovering over the remote.
The vibrator hums steadily, not overwhelming but impossible to ignore. My body feels electric, poised between nervousness and desire.
"Green," I tell him.
His smile is slow and dangerous. "Perfect." He increases the intensity with a casual flick of his thumb, and my knees nearly buckle as the vibration strengthens. "Remember, you're not allowed to come without permission."
"What if I?—"
"Then there will be consequences." His eyes darken. "But something tells me you might enjoy those, too."
He takes my hand, leading me toward the crowded center of the room. The toy pulses inside me with each step, and I struggle to keep my expression neutral as we approach a group of people.
"Let's see how well you can hold a conversation," he murmurs, his hand possessive at the small of my back.
Colt guides me to the bar, his hand never leaving my spine. The pressure feels grounding, grounding—a constant reminder that I'm his for the night. Each step sends little jolts through me as the vibrator shifts inside.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, looking at Colt first.
"Whiskey, neat," he says, then turns to me with an expectant look. "And for you?"
I open my mouth to order when the vibrator suddenly jumps to a higher setting. A sharp gasp escapes instead of words as pleasure ricochets through me.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" the bartender asks, leaning closer.
"She's having trouble deciding," Colt says smoothly, his thumb circling the remote control in his pocket. "Aren't you, pretty thing?"
I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. "I'll have a—" The vibrations intensify again, and I grip the edge of the bar, my knuckles turning white. "A vodka s-soda, please."
"With lime?" the bartender asks.
The vibrator pulses harder, and my hips twitch involuntarily. "Yes," I manage through gritted teeth.
Colt leans in, his lips brushing my ear. "Look at you, trying so hard to act normal while your pussy is squeezing my vibe." His words make me clench around the toy. "Everyone here knows exactly what's happening to you right now."
The bartender slides our drinks across the bar and moves away. I reach for my glass with trembling fingers.
