Page 39 of The Dom with a Safeword

Q’s eyes popped open. “What?”

“Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?” Jude asked, brows raised.

She shook her head, doing her best to look confused. “I don’t know. Energy or – shit!” She gasped and squeezed their hands tight.

“What!” Q shouted, sounding concerned.

“Shh!” Sabrina made her hands tremble against theirs, fighting hard not to giggle.

Q looked down at her hands. “Are you okay?”

“Oh my god! I can feel her.” She shook harder and added a little panic to her voice. “It’s Grace. I can’t believe it worked. She’s….” She crinkled her brow as if in concentration. “She’s…wailing. So much guilt.”

She peeked at her audience. Jude’s forehead creased and his lips pursed, making his chin dimple. They were buying it. Damn she was good. Those acting classes were really paying off.

Then her mask slipped. A little smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it. Q caught it and narrowed her eyes. Shit.

“Sabrina Romano!” she said, pulling her hand out of Sabrina’s grip. “Are you fucking with us?”

That was all Sabrina could take. A big burst of laughter came tumbling out of her mouth. Jude released her hand with a growl, but she couldn’t stop laughing. It went on and on until tears streamed down her face and her sides ached. Q’s disapproving frown slowed her down.

“I’m sorry,” she panted. “I just couldn’t resist. Did you see Jude’s face?” The chuckles faded and she wiped her eyes. “It was so adorable.”

Jude rubbed his hand over his mouth. Holding back a smile? Then he sat back in his chair, straight-faced again. Neither of them looked too pleased with her joke.

Q looked at Jude. “I think she deserves to be spanked.”

“What?” Sabrina almost shrieked.

“At the very least,” Jude agreed.

Somehow, none of it seemed funny anymore. She looked back and forth between the two. Q’s expression, she recognized. She was about to get all “little girl this and little girl that” on her.

“You’ve been asking for this, little girl,” she said.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “You guys are joking, right? You’re not really gonna…” She couldn’t even say the words.

Q arched a brow. “Did you agree to try this for the summer, Sabrina?”

There was that. “Well, yeah, but…” She was trapped – and not just by some stupid drunken agreement. Jude sat on her left, looking much larger tonight than usual, and Q on her right, wearing her Bossy Pants face.

“Aw, hell.” She jumped up from her chair and booked it.

About three steps into her rush for the door, she was caught. A few seconds later, she found herself pinned, face down, bent over the table, Jude’s heavy body holding her down.

A harsh whisper tickled her ear. “Your safeword is ‘ghost’. Say it and we stop. No other word will work. Say yes if you understand.”

She blurted without thinking, “Yes.”

“What do you say if you want us to stop?” Jude asked again.

“Ghost.”

“Good girl.”

The small praise made her heart leap. Was she really going to do this? Let Q and Jude dominate her? Q made sense, in a way. They’d had this strange dynamic for a while now. She looked up at Jude from the corner of her eye. His Bossy Pants face was worse than Q’s. But at least Sabrina had known Q for more than five minutes.