Page 80 of The Dom with a Safeword

Slowly he rose, sliding up the length of her body. He touched her everywhere, keeping close to her skin, smelling her femaleness. Reveling.

When he reasserted the grip in her hair, she bowed her head, lips parted. Without letting her go, he picked up the harness. The collar went on first then he unkinked the strap leading downward. Next came the straps around her body – one buckled above her breasts, a middle one went below them, and another went around her, across her stomach. From that strap the removable heavy silver chain travelled down between her legs and up again to fasten at the back of the same strap. He fished the wrist cuffs from the couch, buckled them on, and pulled her hands to her back where he clipped them to a D ring on the middle strap.

“I didn’t leash our pet, yet, but you…you need it.” He clipped the leash onto the collar, played his fingers lightly over her face. “Now,” he said softly, “You’re both mine. There are enough D rings on this harness to fasten you to anything. So be very, very good.”

Q gulped.

What to do next? With Sabrina looking up at them all watery-eyed and wet chinned, and Q subdued with her hands behind her, there was one last hurdle he wanted to send Sabrina over before…before he left them.

“Stay here.” The couch was a foot behind Q. “If you overbalance, the couch is here to sit on. Now.” He squatted, undid Sabrina’s ankle cuffs, and using the pillow she kneeled on, pulled her in close. Then he sat on the couch. Both women were in easy reach. He cupped Sabrina’s face while he took off the gag. Licking her lips, she waited for him to go on.

“In the last few weeks, I’ve let you two play and let Q have a say in what happens. And she’s respected your wish not to go down on her. But” – he tapped Sabrina’s nose –“you suck my cock. You’ve let Q go down on you many, many times. Tonight, I’m going to watch you do her. Uh-uh. No frowning.” Her eyes dilated when she saw him lift the crop. “This is for the frown.”

Q wasn’t going anywhere. With a grip on Sabrina’s hair he stretched her forward and placed a few good swats on her butt, paused, and did a few more, even harder, making her wince.

“Ow!” She hissed in through her teeth.

He stopped and watched her pained wince transform into an angry glare.

“I didn’t frown!”

“Do you want more?” He raised the crop menacingly.

Q jumped in to rescue her friend. “I don’t recommend arguing with your Dom, little girl.”

Eyes downcast, she stared at nothing. “No.”

He planted a light warning slap on her thigh.

“No, Sir!” she amended quickly.

“Good. Start thinking more or I’ll be using this a lot. Now.” He edged her chin up with the business end of the crop. “Any real, serious problems with doing this?” She strained with her arms as if she tested the inescapability of the wrist cuffs. “None?”

“I don’t wanna.” Her pout almost made him laugh. With that he pulled the pillow forward another few inches. The pillow she knelt on matched them up almost perfectly – Sabrina’s dark pink lips were four inches from Q’s pussy. Q’s expression was rapt.

“‘I don’t wanna’ is not your safeword, pet. You breathing, Q?”

She sucked in a ragged breath. “Mmm.”

This time he did laugh. “Up higher on your knees, pet.” Slowly Sabrina raised herself, The tip of her tongue came out then zipped back in. “Begin. Make it good.”

Her eyes flared. “You can’t rate my performance! You’ll make me nervous.” He tapped the crop. “Sir.”

“Make Q happy. That’s all I ask. I’m not rating you. And pet, you really think that’s going to be hard to do? As soon as you put your tongue on her, she’ll be close to coming.”

“Sir,” Q muttered. “Please don’t. I’m having enough trouble.”

“I noticed.” He grinned, laid down the crop, put his hand on Q’s ass, the other in Sabrina’s tumbled mess of beach-blonde hair, and gently urged them together.

“Sir?” The anxious look in Sabrina’s eyes made him stop.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know what to do.” She sucked in her bottom lip. “I’ve never –”

Q awoke at that. “Don’t make her, Sir. She doesn’t want to.”

If he asked Sabrina directly if she wanted to do this, he had a feeling she’d never say it.