Page 74 of The Dom with a Safeword

Jude

Jude counted the days. For Q it had been five days of being turned on with no orgasms. And today at the beach, there’d been spanking and a little kissing. That Q had forbidden Sabrina the same was an exquisite touch. He would’ve loved to have been inside the girls’ heads. Jude flopped back on the mock-Georgian couch and dialed Q’s phone.

“Q? Hi. Where are you both?”

“Home. Sabrina’s in the kitchen. Why?”

“I think our little sex toy needs to suffer.” He couldn’t stop an evil chuckle. Time to test Q’s dominance over their pet.

“Mmm. What did you have in mind, Sir?”

He was sure Q could think of her own torturous plans but it was too much fun to resist being a part of it. “First, is she wearing underwear?” He’d found out recently, Sabrina was notorious for walking around the apartment without it, just to tease Q.

“Sabrina!” Q’s sing-songy voice would make anyone suspicious. “Hey! No running away.” Her voice turned stern. “Stay right there, little girl.”

Bratting already? He heard a bit of scuffling then a startled squeal.

“Nope. No underwear,” she said to Jude. “Hang on. Putting it on speaker.” A moment later, he heard Sabrina’s voice too.

“No, Q.” She giggled but it sounded nervous. “Stay back! I’m trying to cook our dinner.”

“You know what I said I’d do if I caught you without underwear,” Q said.

He pictured Q circling the little brat in their kitchen like a hunter focused on its prey. This was too much fun. He’d have to remember to do it again.

“Stay back!” Sabrina yelled. “I have a spatula and I know how to use it.”

Another scuffle with a few grunts thrown in then three loud smacks.

“Ow!” Sabrina howled.

“I’ll show you how to use a spatula.” Q’s voice rose above Sabrina’s protests.

There were three more slaps then quiet.

“Ack!” Sabrina yelped. “Did you just bite my ass?”

Q chuckled. “That was for prancing around without underwear. Again.”

Silence.

“Q?” he called into the receiver.

“Yes?”

“Bend her over the counter.”

“Already there.”

Mmm. Delicious. He contemplated grabbing his keys and rushing over except that he’d promised his mom a call. “Is she wet?”

A second went by and Sabrina groaned.

“Soaked,” Q answered.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!”

Q snapped, “Hush!”