Page 95 of The Dom with a Safeword

Jude’s gaze swung to Q, and his brow arched. In two strides he was looming over her, making her feel little. Hard blue eyes stared down into hers. She could almost feel her internal controls shift to him, as though he’d just eaten part of her soul. Knees buckled and she sank to her place at his feet, head down. A gentle hand on the back of her head spoke his approval. With a shudder, she pressed her face to his pant leg. He stroked her hair and everything was right in her world. Tears welled, but she blinked them back before they ruined everything. A sniffle escaped her.

“You are a sub, Q. A good girl.” He pulled her back to her feet, grabbed the camera from around her neck and put it on the couch. In a moment, she was stripped naked. Jude pointed at the floor and she dropped back to her knees. With a crook of his finger, he summoned Sabrina then pointed to indicate she should kneel beside Q. He walked behind them, and Q felt her wrists being tied to Sabrina’s. Her friend grabbed her hand and squeezed it then relaxed her grip but didn’t let go.

The camera’s flash startled her, but she didn’t look up. He took several more pictures, moving around them and murmuring his appreciation. With her eyes lowered, she got a close-up view of the way his hard cock pressed against the inside of his jeans.

Q groaned and leaned toward him, hoping he’d cooperate and fuck her mouth. Instead, his hand snaked down and he pinched her nipple deliciously hard. He switched the torture to the other one and kept increasing and decreasing pressure until she screamed into her closed mouth.

“Do you get to choose when to suck my cock?” he corrected, his words gentle but dangerous.

“No, Sir!” she panted.

“As long as you remember that, little brat.”

She bobbed her head in a nod. Beside her, Sabrina wriggled, rubbing her thighs together.

“Look at me,” he commanded. He knelt in front of them and ran a hand down each of their bellies, then between their legs. Thick fingers toyed with Q, and she moaned. Sabrina did too. He teased them simultaneously and their breathy cries filled the room. Both the sensations and Sabrina’s panting, made Q grit her teeth. Jude’s thumb gently circled her clit and soon she was lost to the feeling – the consuming need for release. He brought them both to the brink then stopped.

“No! Please Sir,” Q choked out.

Sabrina whined.

“Who decides when you can come?”

“You, Sir.” Q knew she sounded pitiful, but she didn’t care.

Jude untied them and led them to the couch, laying Q back first and spreading her legs. What was he up to? He made Sabrina straddle her. The silken glide of Sabrina’s thighs on hers… Mmm. She squirmed and Sabrina ground against her.

A stinging slap to her inner thigh stopped her. Another loud smack and Sabrina howled.

“No moving until I give you permission, naughty girls.”

The camera flashed again and Q did her best to stay still, feeling her muscles protest. She needed to move. Sabrina looked like she was going to explode. Q heard a zipper and caught a glimpse of muscled shoulder as Jude shed his clothes.

His hands gripped her thighs as he sank between her knees. Tongue swept deftly over her clit. With her breath unsteady, she opened her knees wider, a silent plea for him to take pity and finish her. After far too long, his teasing stopped and a moment later Sabrina was whining and writhing on top of her, the brush of her skin on Q’s electric.

Jude’s hard cock pushed roughly into Q and she gasped. Although she couldn’t see Jude thrusting into her, Q had a good view of him spreading Sabrina’s slit and catching her swollen clit between two fingers. He pressed Sabrina down toward her, making the girl’s breasts brush Q’s face.

So tempting – having those pretty pink nipples in reach. The scent of Sabrina intoxicated her. She caught one nipple with her mouth, and sucked, brushing her tongue over it in broad strokes. Moaning, Sabrina rubbed against her, and Q felt Jude’s hand pinned between them. His knuckles rubbed her pussy as he stroked at Sabrina’s clit.

The slow rhythm of his thrusts gradually and frustratingly wound the coil inside Q. Something pinched her clit hard. The unexpected pain made her buck beneath Sabrina. Her mouth opened in shock as the wave of pleasure swept her up and tumbled her, helpless. Sabrina shuddered above her shrieking out a series of high-pitched cries before a long groan from Jude drowned her out.

Everyone collapsed on top of her. Warm, protected, and maybe even loved. She smiled. When had she ever felt like this before?

Moments later, Jude leaned over Sabrina’s shoulder to brush his lips against hers. He nuzzled Sabrina’s ear, then pulled out and rose to his feet. A small whine escaped Q as half of her happy feeling went away.

With a sigh, Q shifted herself and Sabrina into a better position onto the couch. They lay on their sides, facing each other, trading little kisses and dragging their fingertips over each other’s skin. Sometimes Q’s body quivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She never wanted to let Sabrina go.

Just as she started to wonder where Jude had wandered off to, she heard the click of the camera. He’d been watching them. Sabrina ignored their photographer for awhile, and continued kissing her. Not sexy, lust addled kisses. These were sweet – caring. Q’s throat tightened and she held back tears that pricked her eyes. Was it possible that Sabrina loved her? Really loved her? For the first time she let herself hope.

Q was drifting off when Sabrina gave her a gentle shake.

“Don’t go to sleep, Q. I’m starving!”

She wriggled out from under Q’s arm and slid over her to get off the lounge. The softness of Sabrina’s skin against hers was heaven. She turned over to watch her friend’s lovely body while she moved around the room, collecting her strewn articles of clothing. Jude sat beside her, pulled her head into his lap, and petted her hair.

Once dressed, Sabrina collected Q’s clothing and threw them at her. “Really, I’m seriously starving. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m going to die of starvation and you’re both going to just sloth there and let it happen?”

“Slave driver,” Q muttered, but she rolled to her feet and began pulling her clothes on.