Page 54 of The Dom with a Safeword

With the tip of her tongue, she brushed the sensitive skin she’d exposed at the top of Sabrina’s slit, just above her clit. She screamed and bucked in Q’s arms. As she held Sabrina in place and waiting for her to settle, Q heard Jude’s bare feet scuff behind her. He moved around her and grabbed Sabrina’s wrists, pinning them above her head, to the seat. Between the two of them, she was helpless.

She shared an evil grin with Jude then lowered her mouth, licking up one side of her slit and down the other, completely avoiding her clit. Sabrina wriggled, trying to maneuver it directly under Q’s teasing tongue. She ignored her efforts, dipping it into her and tasting her instead. The scent and taste of Sabrina’s arousal, paired with her cries of pleasure and the writhing of her hips was like a drug.

After teasing her for several minutes, Q flicked her tongue across Sabrina’s clit. The girl’s legs tensed, her breath hitched, and she let out a tortured moan. Q brushed her tongue over Sabrina’s sensitive nub again and again, pausing between. As she convulsed in their grasp, the pitch of Sabrina’s cries became progressively higher until the stiffening of her body heralded her imminent orgasm. Q’s body tensed – Sabrina’s reactions bringing her to the brink.

Without warning, Jude picked up Q and put her on the window seat beside Sabrina. Both girls whined in protest, but Jude leaned over Sabrina, captured her mouth with his, and thrust roughly into her. Under him, Sabrina’s back arched and she shrieked in pleasure. After a barrage of hard strokes, he straightened up and ran his hands over her body with an appreciative rumble.

Q joined him, caressing Sabrina’s silky skin and leaning down to latch onto a nipple. The hand that tangled in her hair turned out to be Jude’s and he guided her lower until her mouth was over Sabrina’s clit. He released her, lifting Sabrina’s ass slightly to make her hips angle upward so Q could reach her more easily with her tongue. It was too awkward to do for long, so Q licked back up her sweat-sheened body to her breasts, while her fingers tortured Sabrina’s clit.

When she found release, Q continued to stroke her, forcing her to climax several more times. Q lost count before Jude gave a shout, his neck muscles bulging as he emptied into their girl.

They all collapsed in a panting heap, although for Q it was more a matter of sexual frustration. Jude pulled out and removed the condom she hadn’t even seen him put on. He cleaned himself off with a towel he’d thrown nearby. Q shifted Sabrina into her arms. Her eyes were glassy and half-mast and her limbs were limp.

“You okay?” Q asked.

“Mmmm. I think he broke my vagina,” she mumbled blearily. “Can we do it again?”

Laughing softly, Q brushed her lips across Sabrina’s forehead. “He might need a minute.”

“You wish,” Jude growled. “Your turn Q. Face down, ass up.”

The ache in Q’s groin became a painful lead weight and she cursed herself for blushing so evidently. Sliding Sabrina out of her arms, she glowered at Jude. “I think we’ve established I’m not that biddable, sunshine.”

“Last warning.” He glared down at her, giving her an internal frisson of adrenaline.

She scrambled to her feet and backed away, toward the door. “You pop a little blue friend earlier, or something?”

“I may not be ready now,” he growled, stalking to her. “But it won’t take me long. You two are... inspirational. Now, do as you’re told.”

“Fuck you!” she growled back, shoving his chest with both hands.

He grabbed her arms so fast she didn’t even see him move. “No, actually. The plan is that I fuck you. Now are you going to be a good girl, or are we doing this the hard way?”

In response, she broke his hold and made a run for it. She was caught before she made it two paces. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, her back to his chest and groin. Turning into a limp doll, she tried to slip out of his grasp and drop to the ground, but he was ready for her. She hung bonelessly from his arms for a moment, her mind racing through possible escape options. A big part of her just wanted to give in, but she couldn’t make it that easy for him. He had to know now – for real – how much trouble she was.

“You’re scaring Sabrina,” he said in her ear. “Tell her you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” She tried to keep her tone light, but she hated being dragged out of the moment. It wasn’t Sabrina’s fault. It must look awful from her perspective.

In their conversations, Jude had assured Q that he could handle her. But Nico had said the same thing. Then he’d ditched her for someone more obedient. The thought of Nico drove her on. Nico had made her his, collared and dependent on him, then he’d cut her loose because the extra girl she’d agreed to allow into their relationship decided she didn’t like to share. Abandoned – like a puppy left in a box on a freeway. If Jude managed to win her submission, she hoped he would remember to leave her some independence.

He crushed her face down, flat to the floor, pressing her there with his whole body. Wriggling beneath him only resulted in his hard cock pressing against her ass. She stopped. Maybe he would think she was done fighting and let her up.

“Sabrina,” he barked. “Get those cuffs for me. And one of the collars I threw on the chair.”

Collar? She went wild beneath him, managing to dislodge him in her panic. Before she could gain her feet, he caught her wrists and held them together behind her, a knee in her lower back. She kicked but couldn’t reach him with anything that was strong enough to do damage or knock him off of her. Grit from the floor ground into her skin and she panted hard. Sweat rolled into her eyes. Escape was starting to seem impossible.

“Shh,” he said. “Just a play collar. Safeword if you can’t handle it.”

Fuck him and his safewords. She fought hard as he secured one wrist then the other, clipping them together in front of her. A leather collar was buckled on, and she could feel her free will slipping.

His.

He tied a short rope connecting the collar to her cuffs then let her go. She managed to pull her knees up underneath her, but as she tensed her stomach muscles to rise into a kneeling position, a hand pushed her back down. Her forehead pressed against her splayed hands and she realized she was exactly as he’d wanted her. Ass up. It was too late.

As she tried to slide her knees closer to her chin so she could sit back on her feet, he grabbed her hips and held her in place. A leg insinuated itself between hers, and she was wide open to him and completely helpless. She whimpered, shivering in his steely grip.

“Now stay!” he boomed in her ear and slapped her hard on the ass for emphasis. The throbbing print he’d left pulled the stopper on her anger and it drained away. “Condom please, Sabrina.”