Page 111 of The Dom with a Safeword

He grabbed for her but his hand met emptiness – she’d hopped off the bed already.

In her fleecy PJs and skimpy top, she did a fast tiptoe to the door then listened with her head cocked to one side. “I think it’s in the kinky sitting room.”

“Sabrina!” he and Q cried in unison.

“Shh! Quiet, you’ll scare her,” she answered then she went through the door.

By the time they had caught up, Sabrina was poised outside the sitting room door. Reflections of streetlight revealed her warrior stance – umbrella raised in one hand and her camera in the other.

“Sweetheart, you’re joking.” Jude smiled indulgently. “An umbrella? Is it a patented anti-ghost umbrella?” Nothing said Sabrina more than a ridiculous weapon on a ghost hunt. He wrapped his arms around her and held her back. More noises from within made it clear something was moving inside.

He whispered in her ear. “You will wait here. If it’s not a ghost it may be an intruder.”

Though she scowled, she offered him the umbrella. It was all he could do not to laugh. But he took the umbrella and stealthily opened the door. It swung in silently.

Just as he was about to take a step, they both grabbed an arm. “What?” he hissed.

Q glanced at Sabrina then at him. “You should let us come as back-up.”

“No. You’re staying here. I’m going in.” That they cared gave him a warm and glowy feeling. But he wasn’t caving on this one.

Sabrina scowled. “Keep the umbrella, at least, if you’re gonna be so stupid to go alone.”

He growled quietly. “Stay, both of you.”

Despite mutinous glares, both of them waited. He sneaked through the door, and after listening a while and only hearing the flap of cloth, he switched on the light. A freezing cold breeze wafted past. By the window, the curtain snapped and curled out as the wind gusted in and caught hold of it. A vase lay smashed nearby, fractured pieces strewn on the floor. Nothing else moved.

“It’s okay, you can come in. Someone left the window open.” He stepped aside and laid the umbrella on the floor. When Sabrina tentatively came up and grasped his hand, he added, “I’ve cleared the room of hostiles with my automatic rocket-launching umbrella.”

She whacked his stomach with the flat of her other hand. “Very funny.”

Which only made him grin more.

“It might have been a ghost.”

“Sure.” Q grabbed her attacking hand then looked at him. “Did the curtain knock a vase over?”

“I think so.”

“Supposition and circumstantial evidence,” Sabrina muttered. “I should go get my equipment. Just because you see a curtain, doesn’t mean a thing. Who opened the window?” Though he saw Q open her mouth to reply, Sabrina rambled on regardless. “Not me. Maybe we need another a séance even? I mean just because the last one –”

He put his hand over her mouth. “Shh. No more.”

When she poked her tongue at his hand then closed her teeth over a fold of skin on his palm he addressed Q. “Get the ball gag please and wrist cuffs.”

Sabrina’s muffled shriek of protest made him smile and hug her to him as Q ran to the toy chest. “Naughty little sub.”

By the time Q had returned with ball gag and wrist cuffs in hand, he’d wrestled Sabrina to the floor into a kneeling position and had both her wrists in one hand and her nose to the carpet. Though he’d freed her mouth she’d did nothing except pant and strain at his grip.

He knelt beside her. “Do I have a second sub who likes wrestling?”

She whined and squirmed.

“Ah. I see I do. Do we need the gag?”

“I’ll be good, Sir.” Then she peeked out the corner of her eye. “No séance?”

“Let me think.” He ran his hand over her body while he did so. He didn’t really want to suppress Sabrina’s crazy way of looking at the world. “Here’s what we’ll do. Every time you have a séance or any other ghost-related activity, we get you as a pet for the night. Understood?”