Page 53 of The Dom with a Safeword

When Q could steady her voice she said, “Lookee here, Sabrina. He decided to stop being bashful.” Her friend looked up and sat back on her heels.

“Come here,” he said, pointing at the floor before him.

Automatically starting to comply was a little shocking to Q, but she went with it. How was she going to retain any of her self-respect if she turned into an obedient sex toy? Maybe it was because things were new with him? She’d re-evaluate if it went on too long. No self-respecting brat would ever kneel so agreeably at a man’s feet without the proper incentive.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Sabrina knelt hesitantly beside her. Again she hoped that her friend was enjoying this, though Sabrina wasn’t one to go along with something she didn’t want to do without complaint. If she wasn’t having fun she would have bailed by now.

“Mmm. Two gorgeous women on their knees. What is a man to do?” Jude drawled. His camouflage boxer shorts did nothing to hide his arousal.

“FYI.” Sabrina chuckled. “The camo isn’t working.”

He raised a brow at her. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered. They both complied without argument. He walked around them, inspecting. “Very nice.”

Inspections always made Q feel crazy. Nico had insisted on them several times a day, without warning. They made her feel like a thing instead of a person. She shouldn’t love it like she did – she was sure her reaction made suffragettes roll over in their graves. Waves of heat rolled through her as he looked at them proprietarily. She craved a slap to the face, but doubted he’d be that rough so early in their relationship. His feather-light touch stroked over her breasts. Tented boxers so close to her mouth. But she knew better than to be presumptuous.

“May we touch you, S – ” Q barely caught herself in time. There was no doubt that Jude noticed her slip, from the smug look on his face.

He paused, waiting for her to say it. It wasn’t happening today, if she could help it.

“You may,” he finally conceded. Q hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Before she could slowly slide them down, Sabrina grabbed the bottoms of the pant legs and yanked – effectively pantsing him. Such a patient girl, their Sabrina.

He kicked the shorts away. With permission they both stood, pressing up against him and trying to entice him into kissing. He hugged them both, and then released them – kissing first Sabrina, then Q. Sliding their hands over his chest, they kissed and licked along his hard body. He tasted mildly of soap and smelled heavenly. Q circled behind him to kiss his back. When she leaned down bit his ass cheek, he jumped.

“Hey!” He grabbed her arm and swatted her ass playfully. “You behave, little brat.”

The slap stung. She rubbed her backside and frowned at him.

He was much more patient than most Doms. Amazingly so. Maybe he really meant it when he said he could handle her. She paused in front of him and then dropped to her knees, pulling Sabrina down with her.

“We can’t do this at the same time,” Sabrina hissed. “There’s not enough room for both of us down here.”

“Uh... there’s plenty. Just do what you can and remember to share. I’ll try not to get in your way too much.”

Together, they kissed their way down from the tip of his cock to the base, then licked their way back to the head – Sabrina somewhat hesitantly, but copying Q and following just a fraction behind. Q mouthed the tip, her lips unexpectedly meeting Sabrina’s as she mirrored her on the other side. They kissed fiercely, their tongues dueling around him.

Jude made a strangled sound and wrapped both hands in their hair. His grip directed them as they played with each other – his member their toy that was sometimes shared and sometimes fought over. With her nails, Q raked down his belly and up his thighs. He pulled them away, gasping for breath. Q looked up. Jude’s eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. There was nothing quite as powerful as using your mouth to make a Dom your bitch.

Exhaling, Jude opened his eyes and sought Q’s gaze. “Get her ready for me.” As though he was in no great rush, he walked out of the room.

A growl of frustration rumbled in Q’s chest. She had a love/hate relationship with being made to wait. Knowing she’d have to watch them together before she got any relief made the fire in her burn higher. She hoped he wouldn’t make her watch and not touch. She couldn’t be held accountable for her actions if he did.

She rose then took Sabrina’s hand and pulled her up, too.

“What did he mean?” Sabrina asked, wide-eyed. “What does he want you to do?”

Q just smiled before leading her friend back to the large window seat. She took Sabrina’s naked form in her arms, and kissed her deeply. Sabrina molded against her. Under the stroke of Q’s hands over her back and bottom she became docile. Her sighs and moans made Q ache with need. With gentle guiding hands, Q sat her on the window seat and urged her to lie down.

“What are you doing?” Sabrina whispered in a small voice.

“You know what I’m doing, little girl,” she replied, coaxing her knees apart and kneeling between them. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her breath came fast and she whispered. “No, please don’t stop.”

A flash of heat burned through Q. Sabrina wanted this – wanted her.

When she lightly dragged her nails over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs Sabrina squealed. Q followed the path of her hands with her mouth. By the time her lips reached Sabrina’s mound, her friend was quietly sobbing.

“Shhh,” she whispered, blowing softly on her bare skin. Q wrapped her arms around Sabrina’s legs and spread apart her nether lips with gentle fingers. “I’ll make sure you like this.”