Page 23 of The Dom with a Safeword

“I said here, not there.” Her tone was stern.

Sabrina bit her lip and complied.

Q got the impression she was amused. “Playing games with me is funny, is it?” She put her arm around Sabrina’s waist and pulled her into the crook of her arm, then swatted her on a bare thigh.

“Ow!” Sabrina whined, rubbing her leg. “You could have talked to me when I was over there. Now you’re going to do naughty things to me and I won’t be able to concentrate on what you’re saying.”

“You wish, woman. We’re just going to talk right now. If you want more later, you’ll have to ask nice.” The idea of Sabrina actually asking her to do things made her insides clench. She wasn’t going to hold her breath though. Sabrina liked to pretend she was innocent in this whole thing, even though they both knew otherwise.

Sabrina predictably changed the subject. “So what did Jude say? Does he want to do you, or what?”

“He wants to do both of us, actually.”

Sabrina pulled back. “That cocky bastard! He didn’t really say that, did he? You can have him! He’s too full of himself for me.”

“Actually,” Q whispered mischievously, “it was my idea.”

“What! That’s crazy. Why would you suggest that?” Sabrina looked completely mystified – and maybe intrigued.

The hint of curiosity was gone as fast as Q could blink. Did she imagine it?

“It would just be for the summer. Think about it. Freaky, uninhibited sex with no strings attached. With a hot guy. And me.” She took a deep breath and plunged on. “If you don’t like it we’ll stop. No questions asked. And if you want to try on a temporary basis, we’ll just make it until the end of the summer. Think of it as an experiment.” Q held her breath, her heart beating hard. Though she tried to act calm, her world seemed to hang on this moment.

The way Sabrina sat staring in an unfocused way made Q realize she’d made a mess of it. Ugh! She should’ve prepared her for this more, somehow. If she’d doomed their relationship…if Sabrina walked out on her because of this…

At last Sabrina raised her head. “What if things didn’t work out with us? Will you stop being friends with me?” Her brown eyes were soulful pools.

Q kissed the spot between her brows. “No worries. If you don’t like it, I’ll understand. You’re straight. It would be very open-minded of you to even consider trying it. Sabrina... you know I love you. I also fantasize about having sex with you, but I can live with our relationship being platonic if that’s what you want.” Could she live with going back to being just friends with the woman she was in love with? It would be painful. But she could deal with it if that was Sabrina’s decision. Q was already used to hiding her feelings. But she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try, even if getting hurt was almost inevitable.

“Would that make me your girlfriend?” Sabrina asked uncertainly.

Q’s heart leapt into her throat. It sounded good to her, but she didn’t want Sabrina overwhelmed with labels. “That would be up to you. Titles aren’t that important for now.”

Sabrina chewed her lip and frowned. She was quiet for awhile and Q had to stop herself from interrupting her thoughts with more persuasive arguments. She kicked herself for not being able to express this better.

“I don’t know Q. I have doubts this will work. And I don’t want people to know. Especially not my family.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want. But will you try? Just for the summer?”

She nodded then gave her a serious look. “You can’t tell anyone about us or it’s over. An experiment. That’s all this is. Call me... Q Curious.” Sabrina drew up her knees and hid her face behind them.

Excitement coursed through her, and she stroked Sabrina’s silky hair. Hell yeah! Q felt like singing and dancing around the room.

“I can’t stomach the idea of losing you when this doesn’t work out. And I mean when…you have to promise you won’t disappear on me. Please?” Tears welled in her eyes, and Q leaned in to kiss her nose.

“Yes, Sabrina. I promise.”

Sabrina’s brow creased. “And how is it going to work with Jude. Do you really think you can share him with me without getting jealous?”

Q tried hard not to grin like an idiot. “I don’t think I’d mind sharing anything with you. You aren’t going to use him all up and not leave any for me, are you?”

“No!” She laughed. “I don’t even like sex that much. It’s awkward and messy and embarrassing. Don’t be surprised if this doesn’t work for me. Okay?”

“Okay. But we’ll work on fixing that.” Q hugged her. She still couldn’t understand how it was possible for anyone to not like sex. Though the thought was awful, what if Sabrina was right? Maybe she wouldn’t like it no matter what they did. She’d try her damnedest “Will you mind sharing Jude with me?”

“No. I’m a little jealous about sharing you with Jude, though. But it will be better with him there, I think. It would take the responsibility off of me. I don’t know if I could... uh... do things... uh... to you.” She blushed and looked away.

“Don’t worry about that. I can fix that myself if it’s not something you want to do. We should come up with a list of things that we will and won’t do, so that Jude will know ahead of time.” Even the thought of making the list was turning her on. How was she going to get things done at work with her mind in her pants all summer? “Do you want to do more things like we did at his house with the cuffs?”