Page 89 of The Dom with a Safeword

Oh boy. She looked down at Q’s message.

Nice panties. I think they should come off now.

Jude tugged her hand and she followed mindlessly down the hallway. Another text popped up.

If he finds them wet, I get to spank your naughty ass when you get home.

She barely stifled a moan. Her knees threatened to buckle. It was far too late to avoid that fate. Fuck, why couldn’t they leave now?

She lost track of how many turns they’d made before Jude stopped them in a deserted hallway near what looked like a utility closet. He checked around the corner then yanked her into a little alcove in front of a closed door.

She yelped when he pressed her up against the wall, none too gently then crushed her mouth with his. He tasted like wine.

“Mmm,” she murmured, melting against him.

He ran his hands up her thighs, over her ass. She felt her body slide down the wall, but he slammed a knee between her legs and his hips against hers and pinned her there. Though she tried to avoid him capturing her wrists, he collected them in his fist and pushed them over her head against the wall.

Her whimper turned into a moan when he lifted her skirt with the other hand. Warm fingers slid up her thigh, finding her center.

He grinned. “You’re soaked, little girl.”

Ugh. She squirmed. Just move your hand!

“Q will be happy,” he said. Gently, he ran his fingers over her underwear. She wanted to kick and swear and demand he fuck her. But she knew better. Still, she didn’t need to be his plaything. This was her date after all. Frustration burned a small storm in her chest.

“If you’re not man enough to take me home and fuck me,” she snapped. “At least have the decency to leave me to enjoy my family in peace.” Yeah, maybe she could’ve said it nicer. So it didn’t surprise her when he stepped away and gave her The Look. She whimpered, regretting her words already.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

Remorseful, she sunk to her knees.

“Head down.”

It was already down. Her throat tightened and tears formed in her eyes. If she was just playing at submission, like he’d said, why did she feel so awful about disappointing him?

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Should she apologize for losing her temper? She didn’t know the rules for this situation.

“You know you’re in trouble, don’t you?” he finally asked.

She nodded.

“Do you have something to say?”

She nodded again, afraid to even open her mouth without permission.

“Speak, girl.”

After a deep breath, she said shakily, “I’m sorry, Sir. I just lost my temper. I was…frustrated.”

He kept her waiting for too long and the tears spilled over. Finally, he stroked her hair. “You’re forgiven. But you’ll pay. Since you have trouble with your mouth, I have something to keep it busy.” She heard the sound of his zipper. “Head up.”

Raising her head, she took in size of his shaft just in front of her mouth then shifted her eyes to his face. Gazing into those deep blue eyes – the ones that lit up when he laughed – started fresh tears in hers. She opened her mouth to apologize again but a small shake of his head stopped her.

“This is for me, not for you. Be a good girl and I won’t have to ruin your pretty hair.”

She nodded eagerly. Yes, she would. She wanted to be his good girl again.

His fingers stroked her jaw lightly. Then he tapped once, twice, with his fingertips. “Open.”