Page 52 of The Dom with a Safeword

Sabrina agreed, pretending to swoon – the back of her hand pressed dramatically to her forehead.

“Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He sat beside Sabrina’s head, his leg against her side and his back against one of the side panes of the bay window. With an imperious wave of his hand he said, “Entertain me.”

Sabrina stared at him blankly, and Q wrapped her arms around her, drawing her into a long kiss. “He wants us to touch each other,” she murmured when she surfaced for breath.

“But I don’t know what to do!” Sabrina groused.

“Do what you’d do with a man,” Jude encouraged, with a nod.

“You want me to lie here and wait until it’s over?” she said slyly. “That I can do.”

Q snorted, but Jude was undeterred. He slid behind her, spooning her tiny form, mouth at her ear. Both of them lay on their sides, facing Q, who suddenly felt self-conscious.

“Look at her, little one,” Jude ordered softly. “I know how you feel about her, even if you don’t say it. I’ve seen how you look at her. You want to try this, don’t you?”

“Can I take a rain check?” she asked, looking dismayed.

“Probably, but what would be the fun in that? She’s naked, she’s hot, and I just scrambled her brain with my belt. She probably won’t even remember this tomorrow,” he persuaded. “You’ve gone this far. You might as well see if you like it, right?”

She blushed. “Okay.”

In her chest, Q’s heart started one hell of a drum solo. Without preamble, he took Sabrina’s hand and guided it to Q, using her fingers to draw patterns on her skin. Sabrina’s gaze flicked back and forth between watching what Jude was making her hand do, and Q’s eyes.

“She looks pissed,” Sabrina mumbled uncertainly.

“That’s Q’s turned-on face,” he whispered in her ear. “Whenever she looks like she wants to kick your ass, she actually wants you.”

Dreadfully embarrassed, Q bit her lip and tried to look less intense. Nico had told her the same thing.

When Jude slid Sabrina’s fingers toward Q’s nipple, he let go and her hand kept going of its own accord. He watched with rapt attention – as did Q – while her fingers trailed over the tip of her breast, toying with the piercing. On the second pass she squeezed it between her fingers and thumb, pulling and stroking.

Q’s breath came faster. Shit. Was she hyperventilating? When Sabrina switched her attention to Q’s other breast, she found some self-control and started reciprocating.

Jude backed off and sat up to watch the action. Anytime Sabrina stalled, he’d coax her back into motion.

When Sabrina’s hand started meandering down her belly, Q held her breath. It stopped just below her navel and her uncertainty was palpable. Jude tried to slide it lower, but she jerked it back like she’d burnt it. She wasn’t that bi yet, apparently. Q twisted her mouth to keep from looking amused.

“Do you think he’s ever going to take his pants off?” Sabrina whispered in Q’s ear. “Maybe he shares his penis with another guy and today wasn’t his day to use it.”

“I kept the jeans on so I wouldn’t rush things,” Jude replied, slapping Sabrina’s ass.

“Well it’s not exactly rushing anymore. Both of us are naked, so how is this fair?” she retorted, gesturing at the offending article of clothing.

“I’m the Dominant, so I get to make the rules.” His head tilted in a look of smug amusement.

“Fuck that!” Q knelt up on the window seat, leaned over Sabrina and pulled at the button of his jeans. “This is a mutiny, Captain!”

After wriggling free, Sabrina tried to hold him still while he batted away Q’s hands. They had just managed to get the button untied, when he dragged both of them over to sit on his lap. They didn’t quite fit, but he didn’t give them the option of getting up.

“Hold your hair up, both of you,” he ordered.

Looking askance at each other, they complied. The sensation of his breath rippling over Q’s neck sent shivers up into her hair. His mouth latched onto the place where her neck and shoulder met, and Q sighed in contentment. Sucking and nibbling on their necks and shoulders, he held them still for his enjoyment. Eventually he let them go so they could participate.

Sabrina sucked on Q’s bottom lip then trailed tiny kisses down to her chin, past her neck, to her breast. She paused as though she was having an internal debate. Slowly, she backed off Jude’s lap onto the cushion. She shifted onto her hands and knees, grazing Q’s nipple with her lips and making her groan. Her pink tongue darted out, licking the very tip. She looked up at Q mischievously, her ass wiggling.

Both she and Jude eyed Sabrina’s backside with interest, smiling at each other when they realized they were doing it simultaneously. Q’s smile became a gasp as something warm and wet engulfed her nipple. She watched in fascination as Sabrina’s sucking and nipping mouth alternated between her breasts. Her tongue investigated Q’s piercings. Enraptured, Q ran her fingers though Sabrina’s silky hair, the slide of it through her hands sensuous. The elastic that had been holding it when they were painting hung tenuously onto the bottom of a lock of hair, and she tossed it aside.

Jude slid out from between them, stood then pulled off his jeans.