Page 25 of The Dom with a Safeword

Had Sabrina been hiding under a rock for most of her life? No, just in church. She couldn’t believe some of the stuff authors wrote in these books. Graphic words and scenarios she’d never dreamed of. Whips and chains didn’t often cross her mind, but that wasn’t the majority of the book’s content. Soft, silky ropes, leather-lined cuffs like she’d seen in Jude’s closet, gentle dominance – not the laughing sadists whipping girls until they cried like she’d seen on crime TV shows. It was all so…fucking erotic. She squirmed again, embarrassed of the dampening in her pants. At this moment, the heroine was being brought to orgasm with a crop on her…lady parts.

“Sabrina?” Q’s voice pulled her from the riveting scene.

She jerked her head up to meet Q’s amused gaze. “Hm?”

“I said, how do you like the book?”

“It’s…” So hot that if the seam of my jeans rubs up against my clit one more time I might orgasm right here on the couch. “Interesting.”

Q nodded, looking like she might burst into laughter any moment. Sabrina glared. Bitch. Sexy bitch, but still evil. When she turned back to the computer, Sabrina watched her. She had the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen. An exotic contrast to her dark hair and olive skin. Her full pouty lips made Sabrina think of the feel of them between her teeth. Damn sexy. And that was saying a lot for a straight girl.

She still didn’t know what on earth had compelled her to agree to a summer fling with her best friend and some random – and granted hot – stranger who had a closet full of torture devices. For now, she’d blame the wine. And Q, of course.

She sighed. No. This mess was her own damned fault. She’d gotten Q drunk because she’d wanted to see how far she could push her – if she could get Q to act on her desires. It had backfired. Not only had she been left frustrated, but now she was stuck being bi! For a few months anyway. That’s what she got for tugging on the lion’s tail.

Q pushed away from the computer and looked at Sabrina. “I’m hopping in the shower.”

If she kept reading this book, she’d need one herself. A cold one. She did her best to smile nonchalantly. “Okay.”

Q disappeared down the hallway. Back in Constant Screwing Land, the heroine was having twenty screaming orgasms in a row. Sabrina threw down the book and went to check her email instead.

Just as she logged into Gmail, a ding signaled an online chat message. She clicked on the blinking window minimized on the bottom of the screen. Jude’s handsome face greeted her.

“He does have a hot profile pic,” she murmured to herself.

She almost clicked the logout button then stopped short when she saw her name in a few messages. They’d been talking about her? She scrolled up the screen.

Q

Sabrina agreed to experiment for the summer.

Jude

That was fast.

Q

We were both pretty hammered when we talked. Lol.

Jude

Funny. But you better double check to make sure she agrees sober too.

Q

She does. I’ve already mentioned it here and there. She seems nervous but I can tell she’s interested.

Jude

What kinds of things does she like?

Q

I don’t know. We’ve never talked about kink before.

Jude

I’d like you to find out before we go any further.