Page 18 of The Dom with a Safeword

At last, slowly, eyes bright with passion, Q pulled away. Sabrina whispered breathlessly, “I’m so going to hell.”

Q chuckled and loosened her fingers in Sabrina’s hair. “Poor girl.” Then she pressed more kisses in a soft trail down Sabrina’s neck.

Goose bumps rose on her arms. The kisses crossed the vulnerable part of her throat and she gulped as a tide of arousal tingled to her breasts and southward. At the spot between her shoulder and neck, Q bit. Her teeth hung on for a long second, marking her. Sabrina yelped and squirmed against Jude.

His grip hardened. “I think she likes it,” he said, amusement coloring his voice.

Q ignored him, seemingly lost in her own world of nibbles and licks. When her lips grazed behind Sabrina’s ear, her breath tickled. Sabrina giggled and arched her back. Her breasts pressed against Q’s, shocking her into a sharp awareness of what they did.

“That’s enough,” Jude said in a quiet rasp.

After the slightest hesitation, Q stopped. Her face was as flushed as Sabrina’s must be. “Okay,” she croaked. Her tongue curled across her lips one last time as if she were remembering Sabrina’s taste.

Now look who’s breathless. Sabrina twisted her lips in a crooked smile, pleased at the power she had over her friend.

Q returned the smirk as if reading her thoughts then she studied Sabrina. “Yes. Her wanting more is a good place to leave her.”

Leave me? No! She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the pressure between them. Q watched her, looking like a cat that had a wriggling mouse before it. A whimper escaped Sabrina.

“Impatient thing,” Q teased.

Jude uncuffed her, and let her step away.

Blindly, she found the wall with one hand and leaned her shoulder into it. Her thoughts spun like a whirlpool. Wanting reassurance, she eyed her friend, but going to Q for comfort right now was a bad idea. What just happened? Wasn’t this wrong in some way? Two women, one man. If Jude hadn’t said to let her go, what would she have let Q do to her?

For a millisecond, she shut her eyes. Had they all gone crazy? But then, this was something he’d done before. Q also, maybe. She’d have to remember to ask her later.

Jude looked a little shaken, himself. He let out a long breath then simply stood, watching them. He still held the cuffs. The leather ties of the cuffs trailed down and almost reached the floor.

What the hell were they supposed to do now? Her heart thudded through ten or twenty beats.

Unable to take the silence, she blurted, “Well, I guess there’s no ghosts in the Closet O’Kink.”

A few seconds later Q chuckled.

“That’s a damn shame.” Jude broke out a grin. “I thought for sure if I had ghosts, they’d be kinky ones.”

Chapter 5

Q

The line in front of Q had stalled, and she wondered if she’d manage to get coffee before her break ended. She fiddled with her money, folded it, and stuffed it in her pocket. Her phone vibrated and she pulled it out of her back pocket and checked the message.

Coming home for supper? I’m cooking. Remember, real food equals big strong muscles. ;)

She rolled her eyes, imagining Sabrina’s sarcastic tone. A warm feeling started in her chest. If it was just lust it wouldn’t be so bad. But this was worse. Unrequited love was pathetic. She pressed her lips together. Well, even if she never got anywhere with the girl, at least she wouldn’t die from malnutrition.

Q confirmed then shoved her phone back in her pocket and sighed. She considered going to the cafe down the street with their over-priced designer beverages.

“Bad day?” drawled a deep voice behind her. Sexy... and so close to her ear it made her shiver.

Q turned her head, her gaze meeting a broad t-shirt covered chest. She looked up into Jude’s amused blue eyes. Fuck, he’s hot. Okay, Q, don’t be a dork.

“Oh... Hey, Jude.” She winced. Real smooth, girl. “Sorry. And sorry for Sabrina teasing you about your name the other day, too.”

He chuckled. “At least you didn’t do it on purpose. That joke was already old by the time I turned three.”

“I can imagine.” She did her best to remember that big, blond and muscular wasn’t her type. But her libido had other ideas, like him shoving her face down on a table and using her. She so needed to get laid. After the only six-month dry spell of her adult life she was getting a little crazy. When things had gone sour with Nico, taking a break had seemed like a good idea. She wasn’t a slut by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes she felt like an adolescent boy. Everything reminded her of sex – from the cream-filled éclairs to the barista’s name, Virginia. Instead of seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, she wore sex goggles.