Page 108 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Mm-hm.” He sauntered into the room, and arched a brow at them. “That doesn’t look like what I told you to wear, either.”

“You don’t think we look sexy in tank tops? We’re braless and everything.” She’d guessed wrong and scrambled for more excuses but came up with nothing.

“You did buy us these pajamas, Sir. It’s a waste of money if we never wear them. And poor Q! I thought she was going to die from hypothermia. She was blue and everything! Sir.” Sabrina – the girl thought up escape routes faster than a ninja did back flips. “Oh, and she made me do it.”

Jude pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he was battling a two-brat-sized headache. “Passport.”

They both gaped at him for a moment, and then burst into peals of laughter.

Sabrina scoffed. “You can’t safeword flannel! That’s ridiculous!”

“No. My two naughty little subs are ridiculous,” he growled, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. His shoulders started to shake, then Sabrina giggled and all was lost. Laughing, Jude toppled onto the bed and gathered them to him. After an evil chuckle he leaped on them – one, then the other, tickling them until they were screeching and shaking, and batting away his hands.

When they’d finally all calmed, he slipped off the bed and folded his arms. “Kneel where you are.”

The two women knelt, being at least that well-trained – or at least faking it for the moment. Q hoped he didn’t have any intention of following through with the spanking threat, because if he did she’d need to make a run for it with legs that were quickly falling asleep.

Jude cleared his throat, and stared at the ground. Was big bad Dom nervous? “We’ve been living together for awhile now, and I’ve been thinking.”

In her chest, Q’s heart tripped over itself. Oh, bad. No, no, no... things had been going so well!

“Sabrina,” he looked at her as she eyed him curiously, “Q and I have discussed this.” Her heart slowed to an even beat as she let out a breath in relief. “As much as it could have been confusing to all of us to share you as a submissive, it seems to be working really well.” He stopped, and drew Q to her feet to stand with him. “Are you enjoying having two Doms?”

She lowered her eyes shyly, and Q admired the line of her body and the submission in her posture. Lately she’d had the overwhelming desire to mark this woman as hers. Although she and Jude had talked about this, they hadn’t decided when to do it. It seemed Jude had made that decision. Being the uber Dom in this relationship was definitely making him cockier.

He went on. “You’ve told us that you weren’t against the idea of being collared. Do you still feel that way?”

Sabrina’s gaze flashed up to them then back down. Her face turned a lovely pink. “Yes,” she breathed.

“To Q and me, collaring is as serious a commitment as marriage. We don’t want you to make this decision lightly. If you need time to think, we understand completely.”

Q glanced at Jude – from the tension in his stance, he seemed to be anxious too.

Sabrina worried at her lip, looking uncertain but adorable.

“You need some time?” Q smiled.

She smiled. “No. I love you both. I want this as much as you do. But…” Q’s chest tightened – she hated the word but. “I just wish you would have told me ahead of time. I feel terribly underdressed.”

They grinned at her.

“Do you want to get changed first?” Jude asked.

“No, I suppose pajama bottoms with bunnies on them will do.”

“I told Q that both of you were supposed to be in something sexy, so don’t blame me.”

“It’s easy enough to fix.” Q tackled Sabrina to the bed and the girl protested as she stripped off her pyjamas. As the line of the waistband slid past her hips, she soaked up the lovely image. Stripping Sabrina was one of her favourite hobbies – it didn’t matter whether it was PJs or fancy lingerie. Her naked girl. Mmm. “There. Now she’s perfect.”

“Not exactly what I had in mind,” Sabrina grumbled, but she knelt on the bed again.

Jude smiled at Q then fished in his jeans pocket, pulling out a shiny palm full of gold. He picked up the necklace and untangled it. “It came in a box, but that didn’t fit in my pocket.”

It was the collar they’d picked out together at the jeweler’s – with a heart-shaped lock that held the ends of a pretty chain together. Each half of the heart lock was a different tone of gold.

Jude let Sabrina see the lock. “The two colors are to remind you that you have more responsibility than most submissives, Sabrina. Think you can handle us?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Q. It’s beautiful. I’ll try to be good, but you’ll have to keep being patient with me. Sometimes my mouth runs off on me, and I don’t mean to be bratty, it just kind of happens.” She trailed off, tears forming in her eyes. “I just can’t believe you both still want me.”