Safeword Quinacridone by Candace Blevins Read Free Book Online Page B

I’d rather not while we eat. This is delicious; good call on choosing it over Cracker Barrel.”
    When they finished dinner she used one of the round brushes to blow-dry her hair into submission so it cascaded mostly the same direction and she could leave it loose. She had a lot of hair and it rarely did what it was supposed to, but the high priced shampoo and conditioner must have had a dash of magic because her wild mane was actually doing what she wanted. Mostly.
    When she left the bathroom Travis was sitting on his bed on top of the comforter, looking at a huge tablet. She hadn’t realized they were making them so big.
    He saw her and leaned to put it on one of the bedside tables, and patted a spot near him as he sat back up. Her legs slid over the luxurious comforter as she climbed onto the tall bed and settled in front of him with her legs crisscross and the robe covering her nicely.
    “You guessed part of my secret but there’s more. Before I talk about it though, I want you.” He leaned forward and ran his hand through her hair, finger combing it back. A hint of frustration passed through his eyes and he kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry, I’m going about this backwards. There are some questions I need to ask before we do anything else.” He tilted her head until their eyes met. “Have you ever had anal sex, Cara?”
    The question caught her off guard and she pulled away from his hand and looked down, embarrassed at his casual mention of something so taboo. She’d been taken back there , a lot, but she’d never talked about it. A few guys had asked as they were probing in but most had just gone for it. Not capable of looking at him or replying aloud, she stared at her big toe and dipped her head in answer.
    “It embarrasses you? It shouldn’t. I enjoy it, and if you do too then we’re good. If you don’t, we’ll do something else tonight.”
    Her gaze still focused on her toe, not brave enough for eye contact, she found her voice enough to say, “No, it’s okay. I mean, I’m not against it. I just don’t like talking about it.”
    “Do you remember when I told you to say yellow if you couldn’t breathe, or needed me to understand something wasn’t working for you?”
    She looked up, not sure where he was going, and nodded cautiously.
    “Here’s one of my secrets. I like it when a girl begs me to stop but I can keep going. I like it when I can hurt her a little, but I don’t wish to cause pain she’s not okay with, and it wouldn’t be good for either of us if she really wanted me to back off. So we agree to a word that’ll mean stop, and then she can say no and stop and please don’t all she wants and we can pretend I’m forcing her. I’m telling you this because I think you’d like it too.”
    “What word?” Her gaze returned to the comforter and she had to concentrate to sit still. She found herself intrigued, but mortified at her body’s reaction.
    “It’s your word; you get to choose. It shouldn’t be something we’d normally say during sex and it’s better if you find one with special meaning, something personal.”
    She raised her head again, needing to see his face but wanting to look at the comforter. “If yellow meant slow down and check in I’m betting red is used for something more serious, right?”
    He nodded and she said, “Okay then. Quinacridone. That’s my stop word.”
    His face broke into a lopsided smile, as if relieved she was going along with this. “Quinacridone. That’s a new one. What does it mean?”
    “It’s a red pigment.” She suddenly felt shy again and looked away. “It’s used in higher quality paints sometimes.”
    He chuckled, a happy laugh. “Do you have a word you’d like to use for yellow?”
    Eyes still averted, she shook her head and focused once more on her big toe. “No, yellow’s fine.”
    His fingers touched under her chin, gently lifting her face. “I want to spank you, Cara. I want to put you over my lap and spank you