Page 83 of The Dom with a Safeword

A curl of hair dangled over Sabrina’s ear and he rolled it onto his finger “Do whatever you like to her. Afterward, she’s going to pleasure you again.”

Q nodded, and slid her hands up the front of Sabrina’s thighs.

His cock jerked a little when he brushed against Sabrina’s ass but he paused to watch Q. Though she clearly loved Sabrina, Q had no qualms about making the submissive dance to her tune.

“Let’s see how much I can heat you up, little girl,” she said in a sultry voice, low and sexy enough to make his balls take notice. “You’re making him fuck you first, so I’m going to make you squeal. Especially since Jude has you all tied up.”

At first she deliberately kept well away from Sabrina’s most sensitive erogenous zones, but instead climbed up her body, kissing and nipping. Once she reached Sabrina’s breasts, she put a hand beneath each then suckled on one while her thumb circled the other. After a few gasps, Sabrina arched forward, dancing on her tiptoes and groaning.

His cock throbbed, reminding him it wanted something too.

He pulled Sabrina’s butt back even more, so she had to lean into the wrist cuffs and overhead rope. Her ass played peekaboo under the tiny skirt and moisture shone on her inner thighs. The tip of his cock breached her opening. The squeeze on him was exquisite after playing with them both for so long.

“Christ. I’m not gonna last long. Get her off, Q.” He thrust all the way in then kept up a slow steady rhythm, feeling her inner muscles clamp and release.

Sabrina’s noises became more and more primitive, more desperate, but then so was he. He barely made it. When she orgasmed and collapsed into the ropes, he gasped and started to fuck her in earnest. Each thrust jarred her body. He vaguely registered Q sitting back. He kicked Sabrina’s feet apart at the ankles, hoisted her up onto him so she was off the ground, and exploded into a flurry of hard, fast thrusts that hit up inside as deep as he could go.

Her squeals spurred him on. Faster, deeper, and harder.

“Ah!” As he came, the pressure and pleasure held him in that rapt eternal moment, squeezing his balls down tight.

“Fuck,” he said, awestruck. “Holy hell.” He bit her neck, once, twice, sinking his teeth in and not releasing her for a few seconds, though she whimpered. Then he pulled out and unglued his fingers from her hips.

The view down below, as he withdrew, made him admire Sabrina’s curves.

“Your ass would sink a thousand ships, girl.” The quiet giggle from Q and shake of Sabrina’s shoulders made him rethink. “And launch them too.”

After he’d released the rope from the wrist cuffs, they were still giggling.

“You’re both on probation.” The burst of more giggling just left him shaking his head. He swept Sabrina into his arms.

Coyly, she shook out her hair and hung onto his shoulders. “Where are you taking me, fair prince? To the shower?”

“No.” He hefted her higher, and paced toward the couch. “Over here. You haven’t forgotten your promise?”

“Umm. No. But I’m all sweaty and icky though. We both are. We want a shower, don’t we, Q?”

“Uh-uh. No shower. Not yet. I like you all sweaty. You’re tastier.” He paused to kiss her deeply, before setting her down at the front of the couch. A blanket he’d put next to the couch went over it. When he pointed to the floor, Q followed suit and kneeled next to Sabrina. “I want to see what my pet can do to my switch.”

Q eyed him a little suspiciously.

The bag on the couch yielded what he wanted – ankle cuffs and his hogtie straps. Without asking her, he flipped Q over, gathered her wrists in one hand, and sat on her with enough weight to keep her still while he put on the ankle cuffs, then secured both them and her wrist cuffs to the ends of the X of straps.

Sabrina moved back with a fingernail stuck in her mouth. “You’re in trouble, Q.”

Jude flopped down on the couch.

She glowered at them both and wriggled from her stomach down position onto her side but facing Sabrina. “Hey! Sir, I thought I was –”

“You thought wrong. I’m exhausted, for a while at least. Pet, show me how many times you can make Q come. I’m going to be lord and master here on the couch.” He grinned and set his feet on Q’s waist so he trapped her on her side. “She’s all yours.”

Truly, he hadn’t thought Sabrina had it in her, but after perusing his poor switch’s trapped body for a minute, Sabrina shuffled up on her knees and began her assault.

Using her mouth, tongue, lips, nails and even her breasts, the little minx teased Q endlessly without actually touching her clit or pussy. Soon Q was panting and attempting to squirm both away and toward Sabrina. At first he sat back, watching, but everything ramped up, and as Q became intensely aroused, his cock stirred. He sat forward, smiling.

Sabrina gave Q’s breasts one last nibble and lick. Then she studied her like a cat watching an upturned beetle with its legs wriggling. “Let me guess what you want. Umm.” She tapped her teeth. “You want me to put my mouth down there? Ask nicely and I’ll do it.”

“Sir?” Q begged him. “Make her do it.”