Page 109 of The Dom with a Safeword

When she paused for a breath, as if lining up more words to say, Jude silenced her with a look. His expression warmed. “I love you, Sabrina. Just as you are.”

Sabrina’s mouth fell open a little and she blushed a deep red. She dropped her gaze and stared at her knees.

He loved Sabrina! Q wanted to clap her hands and jump around the room, but that’d be kind of a mood-kill. After Jude handed her one end of the chain, they looped it around Sabrina’s neck and clicked the lock shut at the front. The necklace looked elegant against the bare skin of her neck. Q grinned, almost dizzy with satisfaction. A portion of her inner caveman escaped. This was her woman. Well... hers and Jude’s.

“And you know I love you, little girl.” Q’s voice quavered a little, and she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her Sabrina’s lips. “I have for a long time, even when you weren’t ready to hear it.”

Sabrina squealed and threw her arms around Q’s neck then dragged her down onto the bed in an enthusiastic hug. She kissed Q hard, only releasing her when they were both sniffling. As they wiped the tears from their eyes, Jude stroked their hair, running his fingers gently through the tangles.

After giving them both a last pat, Jude caught Sabrina’s eye. “I’m now going to give you your first order as my collared submissive, Sabrina. You up for it?”

Her eyes narrowed. “If your first order is to tell me to make you a sammich, I’m going to make Dom-fondue out of you.”

“Strip Q.” He crossed his arms, waiting.

The girls stared at each other, and an evil grin spread across Sabrina’s face. Q didn’t argue. As her girl slid her PJ bottoms down, Q caught her by the hair. “Don’t forget what end of the crop you’re on, beautiful.” Sabrina gave her the doe eyes, and Q had to fight off going into predator mode. What a pity it was sub-time and not Dom-time. She released her grip on her hair.

When she was naked, Sabrina’s hands hovered over her skin, only alighting when she reached Q’s nipple rings. She toyed with them for a minute and Q was gasping for breath before Jude stopped her.

“Sabrina, bed. Q, floor.”

They eyed him curiously, but followed orders. The kneel that Sir preferred them to use was different from the one Nico had taught her, so she was still working on making it smooth. At least it was starting to feel familiar – even comforting. She loved knowing how to please him. Waiting, she wondered what his devious plans might be.

Jude walked back to the doorway and picked up a bag that had been on the floor around the corner. He put it on the antique dresser they used for both their lingerie and his t-shirts. The pliers he pulled from the bag shocked her. Q shot a glance at Sabrina, who looked like she too was on the verge of safewording.

Her stomach dropped as a second pair of pliers joined the first, followed by something metal. He walked slowly to her, his expression ominous.

“I’ve been thinking, Q.” One of the pairs of pliers opened and clicked closed in his hand, like a tiny snapping alligator.

“Y-yes, Sir?” Why was she worrying? Jude wouldn’t really hurt her. Not more than she could handle. If he wanted to play with pliers, she’d be brave. She felt the soles of her feet break out in a sweat. Now that was attractive.

“Are you more of a sub or a Domme?” He raised a brow.

The change of subject startled her but she made herself think. Did he want the truth, or a comforting lie? She opted for truth. “I’m not sure, Sir. I used to think I was a Domme. Eventually, I realized that I’m also a high-maintenance submissive. It seems to depend on the person I’m with, more than anything. Like I love being Sabrina’s Domme, but I don’t think I could be yours.”

His eyebrows shot up. He barked a laugh. “Yes, I doubt very much that you could dom me, Q. Which do you prefer?”

She shrugged. “I love both. I know I’m too much work for most Doms, but there’s this guy I met that gets it just right.” Would he accept that answer? She glanced at the pliers, then away, trying to ignore them. In her mouth she played with her tongue ring, trying to distract herself.

“Every time you play with that piercing it makes me want to fuck your mouth.” He groaned.

“She always had that kind of mouth, Sir. The tongue ring just makes it worse,” Sabrina pointed out.

“Fair enough. I’m sure men on the street fantasize about that mouth. But I’m trying to have a serious conversation here, beautiful.”

Trying to hide her blush, Q, the owner of the mouth in question, ducked her head.

“As I was saying,” Jude continued. “Do you consider me your Dom, Q, or just a Dom that you play with?”

“My Dom, Sir.” She was shocked that he had to ask. Had he honestly wondered about her answer, or was he just making her say it aloud?

“Good.” From his closed hand he pulled a thick metal chain that looked like a stylized dog choker. “I’m not giving you a choice Q. You’re mine. You will wear this mark of my ownership because it pleases me.” He put the chain around her neck. Ice cold metal against her skin stiffened her nipples. Maybe it wasn’t just the cold. Pliers fiddled at her throat, metal scraped on metal, and it was done.

Hooking a finger through the small O-ring at the front, he pulled her to her feet. He lowered his face until it was inches from hers. “Mine,” he growled. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. Hot and cold, she shivered, stroking his collar with trembling fingers. She loved this man. The last of her internal defenses collapsed. A quiet peace stole over her, and she felt both safe and free. “I’m yours.”

He took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Her legs trembled. Just as her knees buckled, he caught her around the waist. “What’s your real first name, Q?”