Page 17 of The Dom with a Safeword

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“And you.” He dropped his hand from Sabrina’s mouth and fingered a piece of Q’s silky hair. “What side of the crop do you fall on?”

“Both,” she answered.

What the hell were they talking about? Some secret kink code? She needed to pay closer attention to those websites. Or, heaven forbid, read one of Q’s dirty books.

Q looked Sabrina over with a calculating eye. That never boded well. She nodded to Jude as she backed away a little. “Fasten them behind her.”

Sabrina gasped. “Q!”

Jude raised his brows. “Usually I’m the one giving orders, but I’m curious to see where this is going. However, she hasn’t said yes. I need that.”

Her tight breathing settled a bit. At last someone was making sense.

Then he focused on her and put a single finger under her chin then made her look up at him. “Willing to try this, little ghost hunter? I’m letting your friend call the shots here.”

No almost spilled out, but, there was a yes too. Mouth half-open, ready to speak, she tried to think. Her mind spun to a halt.

It came out as a squeaky whisper. “Yes?”

Before she could say more, he turned her, gathered her wrists in a firm hold and fastened them together. If Q wasn’t here she’d be bolting for the door but… She glared at her traitorous friend, vacillating between terror and a fucking annoying as hell desire to keep tumbling down this rabbit hole of debauchery – with Q at her side. Or standing over her with a wicked smile, stick thingy in hand.

Sabrina looked up at the ceiling and whimpered. Dear Jesus, where were these thoughts coming from?

“Can you hold her against you?” she heard Q ask.

Jude tugged her tight up against his chest, facing her forward, arms locked in his hands.

Q nodded in approval then stalked toward her. “Now you’re in trouble, little girl.”

Sabrina felt her breath go in and out in shaky waves. And were her knees trembling? She hadn’t been this nervous since that first kiss when she was thirteen.

Q stepped in close and pushed her hair back from her face. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into the touch. Was she so sex-starved?

“Relax, beautiful,” Q said softly. “Just tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop. Jude too. Okay? We’ll let you go if you tell us to.”

Her awareness centered on the loud beat of her heart, on Q waiting patiently.

She’d liked it in the dressing room alright, when Q had put her mouth on her. This wasn’t any different, was it? Yes. It was. There was the almost stranger at her back, breathing so close she felt the warmth on her neck, in her hair. Tremors ran through her again. He gripped her arms so tightly.

She could always wiggle free, stomp on Jude’s foot, kick Q in the –

What the hell was she thinking? Kick Q? She’d never in a million years hurt that girl. And now she was rambling in her head like a lunatic.

They’ll let me go if I say. She clung to that thought as Q lowered her lips to hers.

“God forgive me,” Sabrina whispered. Their lips touched.

Gentle. Giving. Cinnamon. Q tasted spicy like cinnamon. And familiar, though they’d never kissed. Soft lips pressed against hers, before they lifted away to press in again. Sabrina returned the kiss eagerly, and took some flesh, liking the feel of Q’s bottom lip between her teeth.

When she nipped harder, Q pulled back and gave her a stern glare. “Behave, little girl.”

Then she grabbed Sabrina’s hair and held her place while she did exactly what she wished to Sabrina’s mouth. There was no timidity now. Just a woman on a mission to prove exactly what kissing a girl was like.

Sabrina groaned quietly, inhaling the warmth of Q’s breaths, dissolving into mush. Q kept on kissing and biting and licking. Between her legs turned liquid and hot. She squirmed and wanted so much to arch forward and grind herself on something…on someone.

The tug and small twinges at her scalp, the lack of freedom, the sheer control of her body by theirs, and the kissing that went on forever – she succumbed, and all her resistance fell away.