Page 33 of The Dom with a Safeword

Q grinned.

“What?”

“I’m just imagining picking out a pretty collar for you.” Q tucked a piece of hair behind Sabrina’s ear. “Maybe purple.”

A collar? Her heart fluttered in her chest. If it were anyone else, she’d have been insulted. But for Q…. A smile tugged at her lips. “But Q, I didn’t mark collars on my list.”

Q laughed. “Smart ass.” She took Sabrina’s questionnaire from her hand and placed it with hers on the table. “Alright, missy. Time to apologize to Jude for deceiving him.” She held her cell phone out to Sabrina.

Sabrina looked back and forth from the phone to Q’s face. “Seriously?”

Q arched a brow in a look of stubborn determination.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and took the phone from Q. “You already have his number programmed in your phone?” she asked. “How often do you guys talk anyway?”

“Often. And you should too. You’re part of this.”

“Not by choice,” she mumbled under her breath.

Q plopped back on the couch and ran her fingers through Sabrina’s hair lazily. “Still pretending to be the innocent victim?”

She kept her gaze down on the phone, scrolling to find Jude’s name. “Shh! I’m following your orders, oh Domly one.” She smothered a giggle.

Q swatted her thigh with her other hand, making Sabrina laugh. “Ow! Stop. You’re distracting me.”

“Oh, am I?” Her expression changed and she shifted her body to face Sabrina.

Uh-oh. What ideas had she just unintentionally put in Q’s head? “Hey Jude, it’s Sabrina,” she said out loud as she typed a text. “Q is making me apolog –” She cut off with a yelp when Q’s hand tightened in her hair.

A second later, Q’s lips were at her ear. “Do it right, little girl,” she growled then nipped her ear lobe, causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Okay,” she whispered, unable to move with her hair pulled tight in Q’s fist. The prickles on her scalp sent a wave of lust straight to her clit. Every time Q called her “little girl” her stomach dropped and a throb started between her legs.

“Good girl.” Q released her hold and went back to combing through it gently with her fingers. Just having Q’s hands on her did…something she couldn’t explain. Like, the way she played with her hair now made her so relaxed she wanted to strip down and beg Q to touch her whole body. Then that thought led to more dangerous ones – images that questionnaire put in her mind.

“You done yet?” Q’s voice startled her back to composing her message.

“I’m sorry I deceived you on online chat,” she read out loud then clicked send. “There. Sent it.” She tried to hand the phone back but the text alert beeped. She looked down. It was Jude.

“What did he say?” Q asked.

“‘I forgive you. Next time just ask upfront if you have questions.’” Sabrina smiled. “He’s sweet, isn’t he?”

Q gave a mysterious chuckle. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

She looked at her friend. “He’s sweet to me cause I’m not a brat like you are.”

“Oh, you’re a brat,” she replied, taking the phone back. “You just haven’t paid for it yet.” She began typing a message.

“What are you writing now?”

“I’m telling him that we filled out the questionnaires.”

The phone rang, the familiar metal riff startling her.

“It’s Jude,” Q said then thrust the phone at her. “Answer it.”

She leaned away. “You answer it! It’s your phone.”