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Safeword: Quinacridone

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(August 8, 2014)

No Safeword: Matte – Happily Ever
After (November 2014)

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Safeword Quinacridone

Safeword: Quinacridone

By Candace Blevins

What happens when an introverted artist who
only likes sex when it’s a one-night stand meets a
computer-geek-extraordinaire with his own sexy secrets?
Objectification, romance, pain, adoration, lots of kinky toys, and
oodles and oodles of wonderfully imaginative sex.

Join Cara and Travis on their journey to
mesh their distinctive sexual tastes into a loving relationship
with blow-your-mind kink.

Ob·jec·ti·fi·ca·tion:

1.
     
Treating a person as an
object for use, with no regard for a person’s personality or
sentience.

2.
     
Regarding someone as a
commodity; considering them merely an instrument towards one’s
sexual pleasure.

Examples of OBJECTIFICATION:

1.
     
A woman is on her back
at the edge of a tall bed with hands and feet bound together and
restrained above her head. A curtain drapes from a canopy above and
puddles on the backs of her thighs. The man about to penetrate her
sees only female genitals available for use.

2.
     
A woman is dressed in a
full latex blow-up doll costume with durable latex ‘pockets’
stuffed into her orifices. She is bound into a position giving easy
access to all three holes at a party. Her face is completely
covered excepting nose and mouth. The men do not know who is in the
costume.

Safeword: Quinacridone
is a
stand-alone book. You do not need to have read the previous books
in this series.

Warning:
This title contains graphic
language, consensual BDSM, extreme objectification, bondage,
watersports (one scene), chemical play, fisting, temporary body
modification with saline injections (one scene), and the use of
toys including clamps, canes, plugs, paddles, whips, floggers, and
zip-ties.

Excerpt

“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 want 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 with my hand, and if you like it enough
maybe with a paddle, too. Then I want to play with your asshole
with my fingers, get you ready for me before I fuck you there. If
you say
quinacridone
I’ll stop and hold you and do
everything I can to make you okay. If you say
yellow
I’ll
back off, see what needs adjustment, and we’ll carry on.” He leaned
forward, kissed her forehead. “If you tell me to stop, or say no,
or ask me not to do something, or call me a fucking bastard, I’ll
keep going.”

He tilted his head and seemed to study her a
few seconds before asking, “Sound like something you want to
do?”

“Spank me? Like a kid?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not like a kid.
This isn’t punishment; it’s for fun. I’ll make it good for you, and
if you don’t like it we’ll stop.”

The idea didn’t sound so bad, but the
reality? To drape herself across his lap and present her ass for a
spanking? Could she? She’d rather not have to submit to it, which
was the great thing about most of the assholes she screwed — they
did what they wanted and didn’t make her talk about it.

She felt so vulnerable when he made her look
at him. His finger was still under her chin and she aimed her
eyeballs down, trying to escape his gaze.

He moved his hand, letting her have control
of her face again and said, “I won’t make you ask for it, but I
need to hear what you’ll say if you want me to stop.”

Her eyes were focused on the navy and forest
comforter, observing the patterns in the soft brushed microfiber
that felt almost like baby-fine deerskin. “Quinacridone.”

“Okay. Over my lap then Cara Mia, you can
leave the robe on if you like.”

He readjusted until he was seated with his
back against the headboard and legs straight out. Cara crawled to
him, as it seemed the easiest way to get there, but it felt odd and
she was a little surprised to discover it turned her on. She draped
herself over his lap, leaving her robe on.

A weight rested on her ass — no heat, just a
weight — his hand over the robe.

“I like starting with clothes sometimes;
it’s fun to reveal what’s underneath. Kind of like unwrapping a
present.”

His hand smoothed its way down her bottom to
her thigh, and she felt the warmth of his palm as it traveled lower
than the robe and they were skin on skin. His fingers were silky
soft as he drew them back up, pushing the fabric up her legs.

She felt herself grow wet and wanted to
wiggle her ass on his lap, but she held oh-so-still, barely
breathing. This was a brand new experience and her body loved it
but her mind was reeling. His hand was at the top of her left thigh
now, slowly sliding its way up, and the cooler air brushed her skin
as he pushed the robe higher, and higher.

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