“A safe word?” I had never heard of such a thing. “What is the purpose of this word? You are safe.” I glanced around the ship, wondering what she found to be dangerous.
Her hands crossed her chest in a defensive gesture I immediately hated. “If I say it, no matter what we are doing, you stop. A safe word.”
“I see.” I had given her my assurance I would not harm her, but she still did not trust me. I did not like it, but I understood. This need for a word gave her some control still although it was tied to what she feared not what she desired. She wasn’t denying herself with this… safe word. She was protecting. When she was mine, truly mine, I would make sure she never needed to use such a word. Ever. “Very well. Choose your word, female. I will abide by your choice.”
“Hurricane.”
I wait
