#Chapter 237: Count To Ten

My safeword is pineapple, but I don’t intend to use it. I’ve been waiting a very long time for this. Archer is experienced, and I know he doesn’t want to hurt me more than would be pleasurable. I trust him to keep things within a beginner’s limits. Once the safeword is decided, Archer tells me seriously, “I will stop if you need or want me to. Your well-being and pleasure are non-negotiable. Do you understand?” I laugh a little. He’s being over the top, isn’t he? But he doesn’t lighten up at my humor, instead his eyes narrow. “I need you to tell me you understand,” he says, voice flat. I choke on my laughter some, and come to understand how serious this is. Consent is sexy, after all. So I think about what he said, and then assure him, “I understand.” “Good,” he says, and the praise makes me shiver. The weight of his gaze presses down into me, touching me like a caress, as his eyes slide down from my face to my chest. I push out my breasts, eager for his attention. My nipples har