"You're an idiot," she growled dryly as she gave Carl a dark look over his little joke about her begging him to be her master. The ludicrousness of the idea of ever begging him for anything notched Nadia's ire a bit higher, but she needed to think. A safe word, something simple and obvious. Was she seriously going to do this? She took a deep breath, telling herself that she could handle anything they could dish out. Everything would be fine, right? Granted, she had no experience with other girls at all... but really, what could Jamie do to her? And what about Carl? It's not as if he was going to do anything she wasn't craving like crazy. She wanted him to fuck her, she just couldn't let herself admit it.<br/><br/>Just how badly she wanted him became embarrassingly clear to her as his hands slid up her legs. Skin that rarely saw the sun warmed under his hands and she shook with pint-up desire. His lips followed, leaving kisses and small nibbles in their wake. They higher they traveled, the more Nadia squirmed. Anticipation quickly became a hard knot of tension that seemed to make every muscle in her body stiff. She sucked in a sharp breath when his mouth closed over her sex and he seemed to tongue her through the thin fabric. Her clit pulsed with need as he bit at the crotch of her boy-shorts. She thought he meant to drag it down her legs and looked down at his in surprised when his hands grabbed hold and he began to try to and tear the fabric with his teeth. Surprise quickly began wicked amusement as she watched his cheeks flush red.<br/><br/>"You sure you have that under control down there?" she was grinning at him as he floundered, so thoroughly amused she started to laugh a bit before the fabric finally gave way. Cold air assaulted her damp slit and made her shiver, but she was still laughing at him when he asked Jamie for some scissors. "Are you sure you know what you are doing? I'm starting to wonder if you are qualified for this." Her laughter just got worse as she spoke. She wasn't sure exactly why it was so damn funny, it just was.<br/><br/>She was still chuckling when he told her to wait and went over to talk to Jamie. It gave her a moment to breath, try to relax, try to cool the fire that seemed to be raging in her blood. Of course, it also gave her a chance to look around for the first time. She couldn't see much, but the little she could see had her cheeks flaming a bright shade of red. For a moment she even caught Jun looking at her, and an entirely new level of embarrassment settled in as she realized the others were still here. She was trussed up on the table with only her bra left to hide behind. Sure, they were all enjoying themselves... but suddenly she felt like the room was packed with an eager audience just waiting to see what Carl and Jamie were going to do to her.<br/><br/>Her eyes jumped back to the pair, and then began to widen as she caught bits of their conversation and the dangerous looking strap-on Jamie was carrying. Nipple camps? Butt Plug? Double teaming... just where the hell was this going? Safe word! That's right, she needed a safe word! And... and she needed to explain, somehow... but how could she do it without looking weak? She'd never had anal anything... how was she going to ask them to be.. gentle about it without seeming fussy or pathetic? Nadia's cheeks warmed to a deeper shade of red that spread down her neck and over her chest, turning the creamy skin of her chest to a soft shade of pink.<br/><br/>"Peaches," she spoke up to get their attention, waiting until the pair were giving her their attention. "That's the safe word. Peaches. Got it?" Her voice raised in pitch a bit toward the end, fear bleeding through as her anger lost fuel and began to fizzle out. "Easy enough for you to remember, right?" Bravado was all she had left, and she brandished it like a life line to sanity. She had no idea what was going to happen, but she wanted a very clear exit strategy. If this got weird... what the hell was she thinking, it was already way beyond weird.<br/>What was worse was her mind reacted one way and her body responded in the opposite.<br/><br/>Her mind was appalled that she was tied to a table and on display for the whole room if they cared to look, but her body warmed with excitement. Her mind hated how powerless she felt being tied down, her body flushed from the thrill of being completely vulnerable. Nothing made sense. Nothing matched up the way it should. She could be as stubborn and willful as she wanted to be, it wouldn't change the fact that she was enjoying this cat and mouse game they were playing. Of course, she doubted the mouse ever found itself quite in this awkward of a position with the cat.<br/><br/>Nadia sighed and dropped her head back against the table, trying to make herself calm down. She was enjoying this, and if that changed, all she had to do was say 'Peaches' and everything would stop. So.. what was there to worry about? It wasn't wrong to be having fun with this. She refused to feel guilty or let a sense of wrong taint what was happening here. She was simply... learning something new about herself, that was all.