Page 78 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Stand up, strip, then kneel again at our feet.”

“Yes, oh Royal One.” When she pouted and rolled her eyes, he hardened his smile. One little submissive had a surprise coming.

“Use this.” He tossed a pillow to the floor for her to kneel on.

The double distractions of Sabrina undressing and a half-naked Q right next to him made his cock stir but he waited patiently.

After folding her sundress and underwear and putting them to one side, Sabrina knelt again. Ample breasts. Plump pink nipples. Cute, with big brown eyes, and she looked as interested as a puppy waiting for breakfast. He was going to enjoy this.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

“Look appetizing, Q?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I think I hear you drooling.” He drew a little circle on her thigh and blew softly in her ear, then smiled at Q’s flinch.

“That’s more than likely.” Her swallow was audible.

“I figured.” He switched back to Sabrina. “You have only been playing at submission. And I’ve been bad. I’ve let you get away with too much.”

“What?” Seemingly dumbstruck, she kept both palms on her thighs, wiggled a little, then stopped. “Um? What do you mean?”

“I’ve allowed you to put off several things, though they’re not in your hard limits. That’s not happening anymore. Tonight, you are going to be my pet, and Q’s pet.” He rummaged in one of the shopping bags and took out a purple collar and leash, a few other things, and picked up the crop.

The crop swished nicely. He stood and circled around behind her. All the while Q watched him as if he’d sprouted horns.

“Pet?” she squeaked. “Umm. No ears. And none of those…ew, butt plug tails.” Sabrina craned her neck back and stared anxiously.

“Shush. Eyes front.”

“I’ve seen those. Yuck. No way. And a collar and leash is not really –”

“I said, quiet! Head on the floor. Now!” And he smacked the couch with the crop.

Startled, she bowed until her head touched the rug and her pretty ass was presented high.

“Five.” Without other warning, he cropped her ass five times, hard enough to make her squeal. Hard enough to make brilliant red stripes on her skin.

“Sit up again. I know anal’s a hard limit of yours and Q’s. Ears aren’t.” Then he bent down and gripped her neck. Slowly, with her tracking him out the side of her widened eyes, he pulled her upper body to him, as if he were a fisherman hauling in a catch. “But this isn’t a pair of ears.” He lifted his other hand and showed her the pink ball gag. A training one only – he didn’t want to freak her out.

“No!” she whispered.

Though his hand was on her neck, he could feel her straining to get away. But no safeword. He waited another moment to be sure. “I need you quieter.” Then he put the ball between her lips and did up the buckle at the back. Though Sabrina shuddered, she let him. “Good girl.” He kissed her cheek. “I know you can still talk, if with less sass. Say ‘ghost.’”

When she gargled it out, he nodded.

With her mouth out of action, she seemed to have dropped straight into submissive mode and only whimpered a little as he put on the collar, then the wrist and ankle cuffs.

“Tonight,” he murmured in her ear, “You will address me as Sir, always. Mistakes will be corrected with the crop. Understood?”

Sabrina nodded quickly.

He clipped her ankle cuffs together and her wrist cuffs with her hands at her back then held her chin. “I might take it off now and then, when I want to. But,” he traced her lips where they formed an O around the ball, “I love the look of it in your mouth. It makes you look…mine.” An urge took him, to push this farther. “Do you like being mine? Do you like me doing what I want to you?”

Though she shut her eyes, she opened them again a moment later, swallowed, and nodded. And that, alone, sent a thrill all the way to his balls.