Page 90 of The Dom with a Safeword

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Dessert was a heavenly blend of chocolate and cheesecake. Jude and Sabrina took turns feeding each other forkfuls, looking an awful lot like the newly married bride and groom. Her mother tsked at the public show of affection, but right now, she couldn’t care less what her judgmental family thought of her. And if Q were there, she’d have fed her too.

After the forced blow job, Jude had held her in the hallway, using a tissue to wipe her tears. He’d even helped reapply her make-up. When she’d blubbered about him being mad at her, he’d assured her the slate was clean – that she was his good girl again. The box she’d put him in – the one that kept her emotionally detached – had just been blown to pieces. He’d stolen her heart. And now she was good and screwed.

Laughing, she teased him with a bite, pulling it out of reach every time he tried to bite it. Amusement danced in his eyes when he grabbed her wrist to hold her steady.

“Brat,” he mumbled so only she could hear.

“You like it,” she sassed back then quickly added, “Sir.”

He leaned in like he was going to kiss her. At the last second, he moved his lips to her ear. “I do like it. Know why? It gives me a reason to funish you.”

“Funish? Don’t you mean punish?”

“It’s not exactly punishment if it’s fun for you, is it?” He smirked. “Or maybe it’s only fun for me. Do you like being told what to do by two Doms? Tied up so you’re helpless then receiving pain and pleasure, but only when we want to give it?”

She squirmed on the seat. He’d been enjoying keeping her on edge since they’d returned from the “bathroom break.” Whispering threats in her ear, relaying the plans Q had for her when they got home. Wasn’t it bad enough he had her underwear in his pocket? During the slow dance, it had been all she could focus on. The cool breeze on her flesh and the naughty feeling of being so bold at a family function. It had felt like all eyes were on her, though no one could possibly know other than Jude. Oh but he made sure to rub it in, the evil bastard.

“Did you see who Anthony brought as a date?” Her mother’s elbow knocked into Sabrina, startling her back to attention. “He brought a man!” she whispered too loudly to be a true secret.

“Oh. My. God,” Dina said. “His mother must be mortified!”

A pit formed in her stomach. She placed her fork gently on the table. “Mother, Anthony’s been out to his family for three years now.”

Her mother blinked then smiled sweetly. “Well, yes, but that’s different than bringing a…” She gestured with her hand as if searching for the right word. “What do they call it? Life partner?”

“Yes, a life partner,” Dina chimed, knowingly.

“That’s what I thought. You know I used to watch that show…what was it called? Will and Grace! Yes, the gays have a good sense of humor. Anyway…” She turned to Sabrina. “Bringing a life partner to a family event is different.” When she stared, dumbfounded, her mother explained. “I’ve kept you sheltered all these years, thank god, because you don’t need to understand these things, Sabrina. You were raised straight. That’s all that matters.” She turned back to Dina and the other guests. “You know I’m not prejudiced, but I’m just glad it’s not one of my kids.”

Their words of agreement muffled together and sounded distant in her ears. Her stomach dropped. Bile rose in her throat. Her family would never accept Q. Who did she think she was anyway? She alone couldn’t be the gay rights warrior against her family. They’d crush her like a bug – like they had about everything else.

Daddy adored her, spoiled her, but it was a stretch even for him to accept two people stealing away his precious daughter – and one a woman. If Sabrina wanted to be in a non-traditional relationship, she might as well move across the country with Jude. She froze. Where the hell had that thought come from? She was sure he liked her and Q, enjoyed spending time with them, definitely loved dominating them, but he didn’t seem anywhere near ready for a long-term commitment. The only person she could depend on for absolute unconditional love and acceptance was Q. And yet Sabrina couldn’t even hold her hand in public.

“Mia Bella!” A familiar voice boomed behind her.

She shot up from her chair and spun around. “Daddy!”

Her father, dressed up in a suit, was as handsome as a movie star. She threw her arms around his neck. He returned her hug and kissed her cheek.

“Is your mother giving you a hard time?” he asked, when she pulled away.

“Just about my hair. And my job. And, well, you know how she is.”

He touched her cheek. “Don’t pay any attention to her. You’re gorgeous.”

She smiled. “Thank you, Daddy.” Now for introductions. “I have someone for you to meet. This is Jude.” She motioned him up from where he sat watching at the table.

Her mom saw the exchange and chimed in. “It’s her boyfriend, Anton. Can you believe she didn’t tell me? And he’s studying to be a doctor!”

Her father chuckled when Sabrina rolled her eyes. He shook Jude’s hand, looking him over with an appraising glare. “Nice to meet you, Jude.”

“You too, Sir.”

Sabrina held back a laugh at the formal greeting. Just last night she’d been calling Jude, Sir as he ordered her around the bedroom. He caught her giggle and raised a brow.

“I hope you’re taking very good care of my princess,” her father said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.