Page 63 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

“Good girl.”

Those two words did something funny to my belly. I never realized how much I needed his approval until now. While I needed to be in control outside of the bedroom and I also liked being a brat, this, right here with Sammy, was what I actually needed.

“Safeword,” he said, his voice low.

“Tyler.”

“Spread your legs more but don’t move your hands from the wall,” he demanded, brushing a hand over my hip.

I did as I was told, sticking my ass out for him. I wasn’t sure what he was about to do but I knew that I couldn’t wait just the same.

Just when I was about to tell him to hurry up, something hard slid between my legs and over my swollen center. I chewed my bottom lip, swallowing a gasp. The item moved back and forth over my clit, sliding up to my opening and back down again.

Whatever it was, Sammy pushed it against my center. “Color.”

As soon as he said that single word, it was like something had switched inside of my brain. Looked like all of my extensive research on the subject of BDSM, came in handy.

Green meant you keep going.

Yellow meant to slow down.

Red meant to stop altogether, and you talk about it.

“Green,” I whispered, remembering the three colors that were different levels of safewords in a way.

“Good.” He moved to my side, kissing my temple. “Breathe out when I push in.”

“What are you pushing into me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“Don’t worry about it.” He winked. “I’ll tell you after you come all over it.”

I shivered at the thought.

“Now breathe, pet.”

I took a deep breath as the item pushed against me. Letting the air out slowly, I could feel whatever this hard thing was sliding past the barrier of my body. A little more and it would be inside of me, whatever it was.

We repeated the movement.

Sammy pushed.

I breathed.

He stared at me.

I moaned.

“Keep breathing,” he demanded gently.

As soon as I took another breath, the item slid into my body. A hard groan left me, my pussy burning slightly at being stretched more than normal.

“That’s my good girl.” Sammy kissed the spot by my ear. “You’re doing so well, pet.” With his free hand, he inched between my legs, running his fingers over my clit.

I jumped, the sudden surge of pleasure was wanted but at the same time, was almost too much. “Sam.”

“Shhh…let me give this to you.” He pulled the item almost all the way out before slipping it back inside of me.

I whimpered, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Bending over at the waist, I needed him to fuck me with whatever it was that was currently inside of me. “Please.”

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