Hitched

“Are you afraid of us?”
She frowned. “You and King? I’ve known you forever. Of course not.”
“Do you trust us?” King added.
Her dark gaze shifted to his.
“Yes.” Her answer was immediate, no waffling or second guessing.
“Micah, did you hear that?” I asked, watching Sarah.
“I did,” he replied.
“Good.” Micah had heard Sarah’s confidence in us, that she would be safe with us. While we wouldn’t hurt a hair on her head, we’d stepped into BDSM without expecting it and needed to follow some protocol. Micah knew Sarah was with us, that she’d verbally shared with him and Rachel that she trusted us, that she wasn’t afraid to be with us.
Done.
So I did what I’d wanted to do for…forever, leaned down and tossed her over my shoulder. I turned, headed toward the central stairway leading to the guest rooms on the second floor. Her hands pounded on my lower back as I cupped her thighs to keep her in place. “Wilder!”
I stopped halfway across the large room. “What’s your safe word, princess?”
She stilled and went silent. I waited. Waited some more. I wasn’t doing anything until she knew she was consenting to this, that we would give her exactly what she wanted, what she needed and nothing more.
“Red.”
Relief coursed through me at that one word. Continuing toward my room, King on our heels, I knew that nothing was going to be the same again. I had Sarah in my arms and I was never letting her go. She could say red and everything would stop, but for once, we’d talk shit out. And until she said that one safe word, she belonged to us. She would do what we said or get her ass spanked. We’d make her ours, however kinky she wanted it.