Page 24 of The Dom with a Safeword

“That would be... interesting.” Sabrina’s blush deepened and she fumbled with her hands.

Q’s eyes were drawn to Sabrina’s bare legs. Her boxers had bunched up, making her legs look impossibly long. She forced away the thought of them wrapped around her head, her mouth making Sabrina cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, I thought you enjoyed that.” Q smiled widely and ran her fingers up Sabrina’s arm.

She shivered. “I didn’t know you knew so much about those kinds of things. Did you learn it all online, or have you done this before?”

“It was something Nico was really into. He got me into it then left me for Isabelle because she was more serious about it than I was.” Somehow that thought wasn’t painful at that moment.

Sabrina’s eyes were round. “Really? Did he hit you with whips, like in movies?”

“Not quite the same as you see in movies, no. He did use a flogger and a crop on me. But he was more interested in service. He trained me to do certain sexual things on command, plus take care of his things, cook for him, clean... that sort of thing. He wanted me to stay home and serve him 24/7, but I didn’t want to give up my career. He didn’t want me to have friends or much contact with my family, for that matter.” Q downed the rest of her glassful of wine and poured Sabrina another. The room was getting fuzzy.

Sabrina grimaced then, seeming to come to some conclusion. She looked straight into Q’s eyes. “I’m not going to be some sort of nineteen-fifties housewife for Jude for the summer. No way in hell. I’m not signing up for that. This is about sex, not him controlling my life.”

Q nodded, starting to feel relaxed because of the wine. “He doesn’t want that anyway, little girl. He just wants a chance with you, like I do. But he has to leave and I don’t. Poor bastard. Oh, and he wants to do that séance at his house on Friday, if we can make it.”

Sabrina squeaked and jumped on Q, straddling her legs and hugging her hard. “On Friday? But it’s already Tuesday! I have to start getting things ready.” She tried to get up again but Q held her in place.

“Where are you going, beautiful? I like you right here.” Q held her by the hips and stared up into Sabrina’s eyes. The feel of her body in her hands made Q squirm and warmth suffused her groin.

Sabrina sucked in a breath but rubbed herself against Q’s jeans. The wine had apparently made off with some of her inhibitions.

“What do you want, girly?” Q’s voice was thick with lust and the effects of the alcohol.

Her girl whined and wriggled on her lap, rocking her boxer-clad hips against Q.

Q slid her hands around to Sabrina’s ass and squeezed, controlling her movements. “Kiss me or I’ll leave you frustrated.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened. “I don’t really know how to kiss. I’m terrible at it. I can let you kiss me, but I don’t know how to do it right.”

“Well now’s the time to learn then. Put your lips on mine.”

“No! You’re going to make fun of me.” Sabrina turned her head to the side and crossed her arms under her breasts, presenting them unintentionally to Q.

She leaned in and latched onto one of Sabrina’s hardened nipples, nibbling on it through her t-shirt. Sabrina squealed. Q continued nipping and sucking until Sabrina ground her groin against her, lost in the sensations.

Sabrina grabbed her by the shoulders. “No more,” she gasped.

The words hit home. She stopped immediately, despite the wine’s effects on her better judgment.

Sabrina made a sound of frustration. “Why’d you stop?” she glared down at Q, looking about as scary as a grouchy kitten. It made Q want to kiss her silly.

“You told me to. Are you the kind of girl that says stop when you don’t mean to?” Q asked, grinning up at her.

“I don’t know!” Sabrina grumped.

Q wished she could spank her – just for fun. But it was too soon. “Then I guess we’d better talk about safewords. And we’re also going to save this game for when we’re a lot more sober.”

Chapter 6

Sabrina

“Have you seen Jude’s online chat picture?” Q asked, her gaze locked on the computer screen. So that’s what she’d been up to. Chatting with Jude? Well, that explained the random giggling.

Sabrina shifted uncomfortably on the couch, for the millionth time since having started one of Q’s kinky sex books.

“Uh-uh,” she managed to choke out. Her face must’ve flamed bright red. It was amazing Q hadn’t teased her yet. But she did catch quite a few amused smirks when Q snuck in peeks from the desk across the room.