Page 28 of The Dom with a Safeword

Q

And they’ve never been injured or anything?

Flashes of limp limbs from lack of circulation needing amputation crossed her mind. She grimaced and fought not to call the whole thing off. Jude took longer to answer this time.

Jude

I am very careful. I’ve never injured anyone in my five years of experience. But just in case, I keep a pair of scissors nearby and a first aid kit. Anything else, Sabrina?

Sabrina? No, he couldn’t know. A door slammed shut behind her. She startled then swung around. Q stood behind her, wearing baggy cotton pajama pants and a white tank top. Wet hair swung in front of her face. She looked from Sabrina’s face to the computer screen.

“What are you up to, trouble?” she asked suspiciously, walking toward her.

Shit. “Nothing. I was about to log into my online chat account is all.” She tried to turn the swivel chair back around but Q caught it with her legs.

She looked down at Sabrina, her eyes narrowed, as if trying to read her thoughts. Sabrina did her best to look innocent, which seemed to only make Q more suspicious. Q broke eye contact and read the screen.

Embarrassed, she tried to get up. But Q straddled her, pinning her to the chair, Q facing the computer and Sabrina facing away.

“Q,” she whined, trying to rise.

“Hush.” She continued to read the screen, ignoring Sabrina’s half-assed attempts to get free.

Sure, she could’ve fought more, but she kind of liked the feel of Q there, so close. She smelled good, like herbal shampoo. Her body felt warm and comforting. And she knew Q wouldn’t let her up easily. The last thing she wanted after getting hot and bothered by that book was a wrestling match. Q’s breasts were at eye level and she hadn’t put on a bra yet. Her nipples stuck out like tempting little peaks. How easy it would be to nibble one while Q was distracted.

That thought caught her off guard. She sighed. You’re slipping, straight girl.

“Hm,” Q said, arching a brow. “I see you’ve been up to no good.”

“Are you going to tell Jude?” she asked in a small voice. She did kind of feel guilty about deceiving him.

“I don’t think I need to. Smart man. He already guessed.” She started typing on the keyboard.

“What are you writing?” Sabrina tried to turn toward the computer but with Q sitting on top of her, and her feet pinning the chair in place, she couldn’t move enough to see.

“That’s none of your business, nosy. But since you’re here, you can answer a few questions.”

Why didn’t she like the sound of that? She groaned.

Q looked down at her. “That’s what you get for interfering.” The printer came to life beside the desk, spitting out two pieces of paper. Finally Q stood. “Stay,” she commanded when Sabrina tried to rise.

She flopped back down with a huff. Q grabbed the papers and two pens then set them on the coffee table. What the hell was she doing? Taking notes? She smiled devilishly at Sabrina then grabbed the arms of her chair and rolled her across the hardwood floor, stopping in front of the couch. Q sat down, tucking her legs under her body.

“Jude wants us to fill this out.” She handed Sabrina a pen and paper.

Confused, she looked over the paper. BDSM Interest Checklist. Below the title were dozens of kinky activities with boxes marked “yes,” “no,” and “maybe.”

She shoved the paper back at Q. “I’m not filling this out.”

“Why not?” Q asked, her brow creased.

“It’s weird. I barely know him. What does he need to know all this private stuff for?”

Q sighed. “He wants to play with us. I know you barely know him, but he and I have been talking non-stop since we met.”

“About what?” She couldn’t help but feel a little left out.

She shrugged. “Everything. He comes from money, which is a little weird considering my background. But he’s not like other rich people I’ve known. His whole family is doctors. I can tell he loves them very much. But,” her forehead wrinkled, “I also get the impression there’s something going on there. Something big. He changes the subject whenever it comes up.” Her eyes brightened. “He’s very well-travelled. You should hear some of his stories about hitchhiking in Europe.”