Page 44 of The Dom with a Safeword

Panting, she let Jude tuck her into his chest and arm, pat her head and murmur sweet words against her hair.

When they freed her from the cuffs, she only lay there on the hard table, curled up on the crumpled tablecloth. She filled her lungs with air then exhaled, while her eyelids flickered at the mind-blowing memories of her Q-induced orgasm. She didn’t want to move.

“Come on, little girl.” Q leaned over her and kissed her, softly. “Come with me and Jude over to the couch. We’re going to cuddle.”

“Cuddle?” She blinked up at Q and frowned. “You okay?”

“Yes, gorgeous.” She smiled big and wrapped a lock of Sabrina’s hair around her finger then tugged. “Come on, or I’ll have him all to myself.”

Sabrina followed Q, a little wobbly on her feet. Jude wrapped his arm around her waist, steadying her. He sat down on the big couch in the living room, pulling Sabrina down with him then tucking her under his arm. Q sat stiff on the other side. Sabrina peered at her over his chest. She looked uncertain, uncomfortable. Did she regret what they just did?

She reached over Jude and grabbed Q’s hand, pulling her toward him so their hands rested together on his stomach. Q gave her a small smile.

A contented sigh escaped Sabrina as she rested her head against Jude and enjoyed the warmth of Q’s hand in hers. This was the most satisfied she’d felt in a long time.

Was that what it would take to get her to enjoy sex? An orgy? No, there weren’t enough people to qualify. But whatever it was…it was amazing. Being pinned down, Q’s mouth on her, an orgasm that left her limp and whimpering.

Q…God she could do amazing things with her mouth. She gazed up at her friend dreamily. Such beautiful lips. She licked her own, fighting back the urge to ask for a kiss.

Jude had certainly given Q one to remember. He’d kissed her like he owned her. A thought struck her and she huffed.

“Q,” she whispered harshly. “You let him plunder your mouth but not me!”

She grinned and flicked her gaze to Jude before answering. “The Dom makes the rules, sweetheart.”

Chapter 8

Q

As Q brushed her wet hair, she typed in her password one-handed. She logged into instant messenger, without sitting at the desk. No time for that – she had to find something crappy to wear so they could go help Jude paint. She wondered if he’d left her a message while she was in the shower. Anticipation rose as she waited for the program to initiate.

His last message had been sent about two minutes ago.

Jude

You’re still naked, aren’t you?

She barked a laugh, blushing as she tried to think of a response. She typed.

Q

And wet.

Jude

Hot, naked and wet. That’s an ideal combination.

Q

Kind of cold, actually. Too bad Sabrina’s not available to warm me up. Maybe I should jump in the shower with her.

Jude

If you do, bring a camera.

Q

Perv