Page 110 of The Dom with a Safeword

“It’s Q?” she said hopefully. Sabrina snickered and she shot her a dirty look.

He laughed, brushing his lips against hers. “No. What did your parents call you?”

She paused, looking pained. “I suppose it’s about time I told you.” She sighed. “It’s my mother’s maiden name.”

“Yes?” prompted Jude.

“It’s... Quimby.”

He paused, looking thoughtful. “That’s not so bad. I don’t know what the big deal is.”

“Think of possible short forms.”

The last penny dropped into place and he winced. “Yeah... I hadn’t thought of that.”

She rolled her eyes. “So you understand why I don’t make fun of your name. But why ask now?”

He gazed down at her. “Because I wanted to say this right. I love you, Quimby.”

Did he just...? She lit up inside, as though someone had detonated a fireworks factory. He loved her? She grinned at him like a silly idiot, all pretense of reserve dropped.

“I love you, Sir. But please, just Q?”

“Okay. I love you, Q.”

“Woooo-hoooo!” Sabrina crowed, jumping around on the mattress in her enthusiasm. Q had the urge to join her.

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“So, now that’s done, I have two sweet women to warm me in bed.” Jude gathered the pillows up and threw himself down on the bed, then beckoned, grinning. “Come warm me.”

“How romantic. So I’m a hot water bottle?” Sabrina seemed to be trying for pouting angriness but to Jude it came off as annoyed sex doll. “Have I just sold my soul to the Devil?”

“Probably.” He patted the right hand side next to him. “Here.”

Sighing, she slid in close. He almost sighed, himself, when she snuggled up and rested her head on his chest. His palm found the upper curve of her ass.

Yes, this was his dream. On hands and knees, Q crawled in close. Her hair had regrown quickly, and it swayed across – long enough to block his view of her cleavage under her tank top.

“Room for me?” she asked.

“Always.” He reached and ran his hand along the front edge of the collar, watching the change in her eyes. For Q it meant something just a little deeper than it did for Sabrina. He didn’t mind. It was their differences that drew him to them, that made this relationship work. “Come on, beautiful, lay down with us.”

“Beautiful?” Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him. “Thank you.”

“I’ve figured it out.” Sabrina popped her head up. “You want us to help pay the rent.”

He snorted. “Yes, that too. It’s not for the hot sex. You’ve barely scratched the surface, Jersey girl. Don’t you know all the perks Doms get from collared subs?”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

To his surprise and amusement, Q followed his lead. “He’s right. Maybe I should have told you all the details.”

In mock astonishment he went on, “You didn’t know? I get to tattoo my name on your asses, get you both pregnant and then take you behind the woodshed on Fridays to beat you.”

Before Sabrina could blurt out some smartass reply, there was a crash that sounded like something breaking downstairs.

“Oh my god!” As if she were on springs, Sabrina shot upright into a sitting position. “Maybe Grace is back!”