Page 29 of The Dom with a Safeword

Jealousy speared her. Why weren’t they including her in these chats? Deep down inside, she knew the answer. She guarded herself too securely. Trust was hard earned when it came to her. Maybe she’d let Jude and Q seduce her physically this summer but she wouldn’t give away her heart. Long-distance relationships didn’t work. Temporary romance was for love-struck teenagers.

“Anyway, he’s safe and experienced with BDSM,” Q said. “I have a good feeling about him.”

Unable to hold back the twinge of hurt – even though it was her own fault – she snapped, “Well excuse me if I don’t let a stranger tie me up naked based on your good feeling. I don’t even know what half this stuff is. Tell Jude I’ll figure it out as I go.”

“Fill it out for me then. I can get a good idea of what you like and make sure Jude doesn’t go beyond that.”

“Fill it out for you? Definitely not.”

She frowned. “Why not?” She actually sounded hurt.

Sabrina winced. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Q. But this…talking about sex by filling out a checklist….it was so clinical. Like a check-up for her sex life.

Q pulled herself together and smiled. “I bet I can guess a lot of what you like anyway. This will just be confirming what I already know.”

“That’s creepy!”

Q laughed. “We’ve known each other a long time, beautiful. It was bound to happen.”

Sabrina’s stomach fluttered with nerves. Could she really do this? She let out a long sigh. Q probably sensed her acquiescence. She caved too easily when it came to Q. It was like she held some strange power over her. Sabrina ached to please her, no matter the cost. But she could trust Q. She hadn’t betrayed her in the five years they’d known each other. A bloody miracle as far as Sabrina was concerned.

“We’ll do it together,” Q declared brightly. “I don’t know what all of it is either.”

Sabrina looked at her, surprised. “You don’t?”

She snorted. “Despite what you think of me, I’m not some porno-addicted sex fiend looking to get off with anything that has legs. I’m pretty tame compared to most kinksters.”

Oh god. She shuddered to imagine in what world Q – her kinky, gender confused, bisexual friend – was tame.

“First section,” Q started. “Role-playing.”

Sabrina browsed the list. Family play, fantasy rape, doctor/nurse play – she grimaced at the thought of examination tables and speculums. Interrogations, prison scenes…

“Animal roles?” she blurted out loud, aghast.

Q smirked. “What? You don’t want to be my little pussy?”

She felt her eyes widen then she burst out laughing. “That’s crass, even for you.”

“I know,” she said between giggles. “But I couldn’t resist.”

“Crossing off role-playing.” She made a big X over the section. “Next up, sexual play.” Grimacing, she read down the list. No, no, no. Most of them she could guess by the titles and they triggered her gag reflex. Finally, she reached something familiar. “Vibrators!” She put a big check mark next to that one.

Q chuckled. “Figures.”

“What?” She snapped her head up to look at Q.

“I know you own a vibrator, little girl.” She winked. “But your secret is safe with me.”

She fought back the wave of heat threatening to redden her cheeks and swallowed hard. Back to the list, she coached herself. So what if Q knew she had a vibrator? Didn’t every girl own one?

“Skip down to the domination/submission section,” Q said. “That’s the stuff I need to know.”

Heart thumping, she read on. Some words popped out immediately, causing a stir to start down below. How could a mere suggestion work better than her past three boyfriends? Begging. Following orders. Kneeling. Those words called to her, making her face flame with heat. When she looked up at Q, she noticed her eyes fixed on Sabrina.

“Be honest,” she said. “Check off the ones making you blush.”

Damn her. She scowled.