Page 49 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Really? That’s not even fair!” Q glowered. “You planned this out ahead of time and were just looking for a reason.”

“No.” He grinned wryly. “With two naughty girls around I need to try to stay a step ahead.” Without warning, his eyes turned to flint. “Now are you going to cooperate with the cuffs, or are we doing this the hard way?”

Q weighed her options, and decided to play along. After all, she’d been hoping today wasn’t just going to be about home improvement. She shoved her wrists out to him.

He shook his head. “Not so fast. Lose the clothes.”

She furrowed her brow. “What? All of them? I just laughed because she was laughing! I couldn’t help it.” Q tugged at the bottom of her t-shirt – she was thankful she’d had the foresight to wear one of her nicer sets of under things. But she still didn’t want to part with her clothes. Not yet.

He arched a brow. “Keep bra and panties on for now. I can always cut them off if they get in the way.” His steely gaze made her want to obey. At least for now.

Blushing, she pulled off her shirt and peeled off her shorts then kicked them both to the side. She offered her wrists more politely this time, and Jude fastened the cuffs on her while making no secret of perusing her body. He traced gentle fingers down the side of her tattoo, from her ribcage, over her hip, down her leg, to where the design pooled at the top of her foot. His investigation had brought him to a crouch, and his lips and tongue brushed briefly over her hipbone. A trickle of moisture dampened her underwear as he stood. With the rope he tied her arms above her head to an O-ring hidden under the scaffolding platform. A few feet to her right he pulled out an already paint-splattered chair and sat down.

“Come here, Sabrina.” He held out a hand. Q hoped this wasn’t freaking her out. “Ah, ah,” he corrected. “Did I say you could get up? Crawl.”

Q winced and waited for Sabrina to tell him off. There was a sound of indignation, but after that there was nothing but the slide of skin on hardwood. Sabrina’s expression read half angry, half aroused. The sight of her smooth tanned thighs – more exposed when the dress was rucked up for crawling – made Q squirm where she stood. She wished she could follow behind her and watch her move.

When she arrived and knelt beside him, Jude patted his lap expectantly.

“You...you want me to sit on your lap?” Sabrina asked. Q could hear the hope in her voice.

“Over my lap, little one. Face down, to be more precise.” He watched her carefully, as if he was waiting for her to balk or bolt.

Her forehead creased and she rocked from knee to knee. Looking like she was trying to touch him as little as possible, she rose to her feet and draped herself across his legs with a little whine.

Because of the way Jude had angled his chair, Q had a pervert’s row view of the action.

He stroked her back and murmured, “Shh. Good girl. Pull up the hem of your dress until it reaches your hips and make sure it stays there. Understood?”

A sob escaped her, but she complied. “My safeword is ghost, right?”

“Yes,” he replied. He chuckled as he stroked the gold lettering across the back of Sabrina’s purple panties. “Naughty? A bit late for a warning. It should say that on the front of your dress just to give a guy a fighting chance. Like a name tag.”

Another wave of heat hit Q. She’d bought those for Sabrina as a joke last Christmas. She’d never guessed the girl would actually wear them, let alone that she’d get to see them on... or ever so slowly sliding down. Jude slipped them to the tops of Sabrina’s thighs and left them there. Clenching her legs together didn’t relieve the throbbing of Q’s clit – it only made things worse.

Jude raised his hand and brought it down in a resounding smack. “Should little subs play tricks on Doms?”

Other than a slight squirm, Sabrina was silent. Two more slaps landed in quick succession, making her screech. Her gaze flew to Q, and she looked indignant. She was totally going to tell him off in three, two…

“I’m sorry, Sabrina,” Jude said when the first syllable left her mouth. “Did you say something?”

Seething, she threw a dirty look over her shoulder at him. “No.”

“You didn’t answer my question, little one. Don’t you have something you want to say to me?”

Q could see that the answers racing around in her friend’s head weren’t at all polite or mollifying. Her imminent backtalk was cut off by Jude applying his hand to her backside. Would this spanking finally get Sabrina to watch her mouth? She doubted it. He swatted her so many times her ass turned a delicious shade of pink.

“Ow, ow, ow! Stop! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have pranked you,” Sabrina conceded finally, trying to shimmy sideways off of Jude’s lap. He held her in place with the hand that was still in the small of her back.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned, pressing the fingertips of his spanking hand to one rosy cheek. Her muscles jumped under his touch and a quiet moan escaped her. His gaze settled on a hardware store bag beside the chair. He leaned sideways a little, fished around in the bag and pulled out an old-fashioned style wooden paintbrush.

“No, Jude!” Q blurted. Sabrina’s head whipped around and she paled.

“You’re not in charge right now, Q. I’m not going to push her farther than I should.”

She had no idea what his intentions were but it was difficult for her to not intervene on Sabrina’s behalf – especially when wooden implements made an appearance. She watched in apprehension as he pulled the store plastic off of it.

“You color up very nicely, Sabrina.” He stroked the blotches he’d made. With a wicked smile, he switched to caressing her with the soft bristles of the paint brush. She twisted around on his lap, breathing hard then whining when he wouldn’t release her.