Page 55 of The Dom with a Safeword

Sabrina’s bare feet padded across the floor. “Are you okay, Q?”

Q caught a glimpse of her friend’s frightened face. Poor thing. She nodded, gritting her teeth. “I need this.”

“Roll it on me,” Jude ordered. “If I let go, she might start fighting again.”

A hiss of breath and some fumbling and then he was sliding the tip of his cock up and down her slit. One hand had disappeared from her hip. She mewled, pressing back into the stroke. He slapped her again. “No moving until I give you permission.”

Toying between her legs, he sank down to kiss away the sting of the handprints he’d left. He nipped at her skin and she moaned. The firm caress of his tongue on her clit and at her entrance drove her mad.

“Please, please, please!” she begged. Fresh sweat of desperation sprung out on her skin.

“Please what?” he whispered against her tender flesh.

“Please cock!” The words tumbled out desperate and pathetic, but she no longer cared.

She felt him shift until the head of his member slid lazily back and forth across her pussy. So close! The effort of staying still made her quiver expectantly.

“Who’s in charge right now, Q?”

“You, Sir. You’re in charge.” It came out in a babble. “I’m sorry I’m bad. Please fuck me. Please choose to fuck me!”

“You’re a good girl, Q. You just need to be shown who’s boss.”

Without warning he thrust the head of his cock into her, grabbing her hips so she couldn’t move. He pulled back until he was almost out, and then pushed a little further in, entering her so gradually and frustratingly that she struggled and screeched. He hit bottom before he was all the way in. She squeezed her eyes shut – he felt huge.

He groaned. “Fuck, you two are tight.” It sounded like he was gritting his teeth.

“... he says like it’s a bad thing.” Sabrina snorted. Sabrina. She’d forgotten she had a front row seat.

Jude’s rhythm sped up and Q shuddered as the tickle of a soft hand trailed over her back. She opened her eyes. Sabrina was lying beside her, staring at her face. Sabrina bit her lip and drew her fingers over Q’s ribcage, stroking to where her nipples were almost brushing the floor.

Jude pounded into her, holding her by the back of the hair. Floor grit dug into her knees and forearms. The dichotomy of violence and gentleness twisted her arousal tighter. Her heartbeat accelerated. She sobbed, writhing beneath him and trying desperately not to orgasm.

“She’s fighting it,” Jude snarled, his voice animalistic. “Lower, Sabrina. Make her come for me.”

Tentative fingers spread apart her folds, finding her swollen clit and tapping it. Her breath caught, and she wriggled back against Jude, trying to avoid the sensation. The tapping repeated, becoming rhythmic. She couldn’t hold out much longer. God. Sabrina was...

Jude swore. Fire exploded between her neck and shoulder as he bit down.

Q screamed, the pain throwing her over the edge. Her body seized up, trying to crush him within her. With eyes squeezed shut, tears leaked from them like blood. The pressure on her clit intensified and she came again, her own hoarse cry deafening her. Muscles contracted over and over. Her voice gave out and she could do nothing but whimper and accept the waves of pleasure. She wondered if it would ever stop.

Their stroking gentled as her orgasm slowed. Her heart was stuttering in her chest and her legs felt wobbly. Fainting was not entirely out of the question.

Jude slid out and pulled her into his lap, cradling her against his chest. Something brushed her leg and Q cracked open an eyelid to see Sabrina sitting down beside them, leaning into Jude’s embrace. Q shifted a bit and buried her face blissfully in Sabrina’s hair.

When her heart finally slowed back to its usual speed, Jude removed the cuffs and collar. Freed, she rose, drawing her lovers up with her and dragging them to the window seat. Even with the three of them stretched out, there was still plenty of room.

The sky beyond the window blazed with hot purples and cool blues, but Q discarded the idea of grabbing her camera in favor of staying exactly where she was – pressed as tightly along Jude’s right side as Sabrina was on his left. Jude’s arms wrapped around them both and Q’s fingers laced with Sabrina’s on his chest. Lethargy swept over her and her eyelids drooped.

“So did you pick something, Jude?” Sabrina said. Apparently she wasn’t sleepy.

“Hmmm?” His tone suggested he had started to drift off, himself.

“For your safeword?” she explained. “After seeing Q’s disturbing need for violence, I think you might need one.”

“Passports,” he mumbled. “You’ll need one to make a run for it if either of you tries to knee me again.”

Sabrina was laughing as sleep stole Q away.