Page 136 of The Stalker

She pursed her lips and frowned at him. “It’s not fair that they can do that to me then, and also stop me from doing something I want to do now.”

Her heart raced, and she forced the door to lock inside her head. She couldn’t think of those memories, and she worked on her grounding techniques to fight back the panic that was starting to hit her.

“I can see that you’re struggling, though. Even this conversation is hurting you. I don’t want to contribute to that.”

“There’s a safe word, right? I get to use that if I need to, so where’s the risk?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

Hayden frowned at her and fell silent. He didn’t speak for a few minutes, and Tatiana allowed him the time to think. She didn’t even know why she was fighting for this so hard. It had gone from something she was just casually interested to try because it seemed hot, to something she desperately needed to not have stolen from her.

“If we did anything, it could only be in the bedroom. We could do some easy scenes to begin with, nothing hardcore or rough like impact play. Just you submitting control to me.”

A shot of arousal raced to Tatiana’s crotch at the idea of giving Hayden control over her, and her pussy ached with desire for him.

“We can gauge how you react to that and go from there.”

Tatiana smiled at him and asked, “What will my safe word be?”

“A lot of people use pineapple,” he laughed.

“Why pineapple?”

“Well, it’s not a word you’ll usually say. You might say no during a scene, but in BDSM, that doesn’t mean stop. Everyone involved in a BDSM scene should consent to what is happening. If you’re screaming in pain, it’s because you want to be, and you always have the power to stop it with your safe word—” he cut himself off and shook his head. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that about the pain. Anyway, I think the traffic light system would be good for you rather than just a safe word.”

Tatiana blinked at him, feeling overwhelmed by everything that was happening. “What’s the traffic light system?”

“I’ll ask you for a safety light check, and you’ll tell me if you’re green, amber, or red. Green means everything is fine, amber means it’s getting intense, and red means you’re at your limit and I should pull back the intensity. You still use your safe word if you need to stop at any time.”

She chewed her bottom lip and considered it. Everything seemed simple now with him explaining it, but she was worried that she might forget in the moment.

“What if I can’t say it when I need to?” she whispered.

“It’s on me to recognize that, Tatiana. If we do this, I might even be the one who safe-words, and there’s no way we’d do anything intense to begin with. I don’t want to do anything that might hurt your mental health. I also wouldn’t ignore a ‘no’ from you unless you were experienced in BDSM. It’s not a case of us deciding to do this and then it’s set in stone and you have no say in anything. Like any relationship, it grows and changes as we do.”

Her heart pounded in her chest again as she swallowed heavily, then nodded and said, “Okay, Sir.”

“Do you want to call me Sir?” he asked. “Does that feel okay?”

Tatiana cringed. “Not gonna lie, it feels a bit like I’m talking to my commanding officer.”

Hayden shook his head. “Okay. Not Sir, then. I don’t want you to associate this with your training. Just call me Mr. Vega. You can even use it in public down the track.”

A thrill of pleasure ran through her at Hayden thinking about some kind of future for them together. She hadn’t allowed herself to imagine anything like that, but it was nice that he was.

“Yes, Mr. Vega,” she said, surprised at how just using his name made her wet.

“Our scenes will have a definitive start and end. There’s no way we could go full-time. So, let’s consider that the start of our first scene and, unless you safe-word, I’ll let you know when it’s ended. Until then, you do anything I say, understood?”

Tatiana had never done BDSM before, but she automatically answered, “Yes, Mr. Vega.”

Hayden smiled at her and pushed her down so that she was lying on her back on the bed. She looked up at him as he pulled the bed covers off her.

“Well, I think we need to get this off, that’s for sure,” he announced as he picked up the hem of her nightdress and shook it. “It’s inhibiting my view, and I very much dislike it.”

Hayden pulled her nightgown up and off over her head before tossing it aside. Tatiana wasn’t wearing a bra, so only her underwear was covering her from his view, with her nipples, taut and painful, on display for him.

“Very nice,” he murmured as he stood over her at the side of the bed.

He leaned forward and twisted one of her nipples roughly, the usual shot of arousal shooting straight to her crotch when he did, and she moaned loudly.

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