Page 51 of The Dom with a Safeword

Fuck. Heat shot straight to her clit, and her eyes rolled back.

“If we didn’t need a condom, my cock would be inside you right now.” The snarl in her ear was made of frustration.

She bit her lip before she dared him to do it. Q’s nipples were so hard she could cut glass.

Please, yes. Her body begged for his, but her brain wasn’t such an easy sell. Shut up! Quit being such a whore…and no more being nice. Against all of her baser desires, Q flattened herself to the floor and rolled away from him. She gained her feet and made it a few steps before he grabbed her elbow. Instinct took over and she raised a knee, catching him in the thigh as he twisted aside.

“That’s it. I think I need a fucking safeword.” Jude dragged her to the scaffolding with an iron grip on her arm, ignoring her scratching and kicking. He brought her to the end of the structure and tied her facing it with some suspiciously handy lengths of rope. With her arms spread wide, her bare skin scraped against the roughness of the wood. “You want to play hard? Fine. But next time use your manners. No kneeing me in the junk.” He swatted her once on the ass and backed a step.

She tingled where he had smacked her. The sound of a belt being slowly drawn from belt loops put her entire body on hot alert. She quivered in anticipation – she loved bite of a belt into her flesh.

“Understood?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir,” he commanded.

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I call you Sir, sunshine.” Q had a moment of re-evaluating her sanity. The man was holding a belt, but something inside her never let her give in so easily.

“Oh, really?”

Something whistled through the air. She tensed. When nothing happened she giggled crazily. “Shit, you never said you were a bad shot.”

Sabrina gasped and shook her head frantically. Apparently her temporary insanity had become obvious to others.

“I was just getting a feel for this belt,” Jude explained. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting a feel for it soon enough.”

With a lick of fire, the belt made its acquaintance with Q’s ass. She rose up on her toes and hissed. His initial shot wasn’t that hard, but she had little tolerance for being hit there. The next couple of blows left stinging pathways on her upper back. Her eyes rolled up as goose bumps rose all over her body. Her nipples hardened and brushed against the wood. She was glad she’d lost her bra somewhere in their scuffle so it didn’t interfere with his work. Sabrina’s face was a few feet away, and Q focused long enough to see she looked scared.

“It’s good... I’m okay,” she reassured. The tension in her friend’s face eased.

The belt started to land in rhythmic patterns, with Jude pausing sometimes to drag his fingertips over the fire or pinch harder and harder at her aching nipples. The haze took her and she hung from her wrists, floating adrift in sensation, her breath loud in her ears.

Then everything just stopped. A whine rose in her chest. More, more, more! She heard arguing.

“She’s not okay!” Sabrina shouted. “She doesn’t look good. Check on her.”

Jude sighed and something touched her face. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.

“You alright, little brat?” he rumbled. His palm held her firmly under the jaw, his fingers stroking her cheek.

She tried to press against him, but her limbs weren’t entirely under her command. Legs cooperated enough to take her weight. He breathed gently in her ear then bit the lobe. She cried out in pleasure.

Speech was dragged from her only by sheer power of will. “He knows what he’s doing, Sabrina. My safeword is ‘mercy’. I don’t want him to stop, okay?”

Eyes wide, Sabrina nodded, and bit her lip.

Jude squeezed each of her hands in turn then grunted. “Your hands are fine. But you know what? I think we should stop now. I’ve already gone farther than I planned to today.”

She exhaled. Was she disappointed or relieved to hear that? The secrets of her body were an open book to Jude, and she was afraid she would say something she regretted later if he kept hitting her. Titles he hadn’t earned yet threatened to roll off of her tongue and she’d had to bite them back a few times. The fact that he hadn’t needed any direction to help her find subspace awed her. He’d already gotten too much just right. It didn’t bode well for her ability to think straight in his presence.

With swift efficiency, he unbuckled her cuffs and led her to the wide window seat, a supporting hand under her elbow. After she was settled, he went back and untied Sabrina then tossed her over his shoulder like a barbarian and carried her giggling and shrieking to the seat. He threw her down beside Q.

The girls snuggled into each other and he ran his hands over the pair of them, a look of affection in his very blue eyes. Q snuck peeks as he petted them, and felt her heart expand to include him. There was a possibility that he was gaining admittance to her affections too easily, but weeks of talking and texting about every subject that crossed their minds made her feel like she knew him more than she’d ever known anyone, other than Sabrina. It was too late to turn back now – she’d have to accept the feeling for what it was. If he betrayed her, she’d dust herself off.

After stroking their hair and backs for a long while, Jude’s touches became more intimate – brushing their breasts and across their bottoms.

“So, is that it?” Q quipped, as she felt her arousal resurging. “No cock again today? Are you sure you’re straight? ‘Cause if you’re not, it would be a damn shame for us.”