Page 30 of The Dom with a Safeword

Q chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed. We’re probably checking off some of the same things.”

She looked down at the list again. “You’re not making me stand in a corner,” she told Q firmly, just to express her annoyance.

Q raised a brow. “You’ll stand where I tell you to once we start playing.”

Sabrina huffed. Sad fact was, she probably would. She checked off a few boxes, steering clear of ones like bathroom control and forced eating. Next section was the most daunting. Masochism. She was familiar with the word. It meant taking pleasure from pain. The crop in the closet had made her tingle. She’d itched to feel the flogger on her thighs and ass. But a masochist? Did she qualify?

If so, she was going straight to hell – do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. She was pretty sure they didn’t let freaks like her – like Q – into church.

Q studying the list, her brow creased, pen resting on her lips. Alluring lips. Sex was an expression of love. Why would God discriminate against different kinds of love?

Again, certain words jumped out, causing a stirring deep within her. The most surprising – over-the-knee spanking. Well shit. Did that mean she was into age play after all?

“What’s got you so confused?” Q asked.

She’d been watching Sabrina again. “Nothing,” she murmured, keeping her head down.

“Tell me. I might be able to help.”

She shook her head, her pen hovering above the yes box.

“Tell me, little girl,” she said more sternly.

Damn her again. She sighed. Why did she always cave when Q called her that? Like some involuntary reflex kicked into overdrive, making her submit to any dominant personality nearby. Worse with Q. “If I like…” Ugh. She couldn’t even say it out loud. Quickly, she circled the word then thrust it at Q. “That one. Does that mean I’m into age play?”

Q looked at the paper and hissed in a breath. “Um. Not necessarily.” Her voice shook and her eyes brightened with lust.

Sabrina almost laughed out loud. Well, well, well. Q wasn’t quite as composed as she thought. She was getting turned on by the list too. Sabrina hid a grin as a devious plan came to mind.

She circled another word. “What do they mean by this?”

Q kept her gaze on the paper but she squirmed in her seat the same way Sabrina had been while reading the erotic book. After a moment, she rasped, “Being beaten with a belt.”

“And single tail?” Oh this was too fun.

She snapped her gaze to Sabrina and narrowed her eyes. “Read your selections out loud.”

Shaking her head adamantly, she pulled the paper back and looked down. “I’m not done. I still have to fill out the bondage part.”

“Read what you have so far,” she ordered.

“No thanks. But you can see it when I’m done.”

“I don’t want to see it,” she said more firmly. “I want to hear you read each one.”

Sabrina flicked her gaze to her friend, feeling her eyes widen. “But –”

“You wanna play games with me, little girl? You should know better. Read each selection out loud and let’s see how you like being watched when you’re aroused.”

“You’re so mean!”

“You started it. Now go.”

Sabrina gulped then looked down at her list. “Um.” Her voice squeaked and she cleared it. Come on, Sabrina. Man up. Or woman up, rather. “Okay. Well. Vibrators, begging, following orders, hair pulling, floggers, biting.” She rushed through the list then stopped at the words “over-the-knee spanking.”

“Um. The other one I showed you.”

“Say it.”