Page 31 of The Dom with a Safeword

“No.”

Q studied her for a moment then sighed. “Alright. We’ll work on that later. Keep going.”

Grateful to be off the hook, for now, she read the last few things on the list. “Belts, punishment, flogging.” She finished with an exhale. Torture. That was nothing short of torture. Maybe she should add that to Q’s list. She built up the courage to look at her friend. Would she laugh at her?

Q’s eyes glittered and her lips parted as her breaths came out shallow. “That was hot.”

Sabrina laughed hard. “You’re seriously disturbed, you know that?”

She gave her a sly smile. “And yet you’re going to come over here and kiss me.”

And suddenly, there wasn’t anything else in the world she’d rather do. As if Q had strings attached to her body, Sabrina rose from the chair and walked to the couch. Q crooked a finger and Sabrina leaned over.

“Kiss me,” Q ordered.

“You know I’m not good at this,” Sabrina breathed, her gaze transfixed on Q’s mouth.

She grabbed onto Sabrina’s t-shirt and tugged her down. Their lips almost touched. Sabrina waited for it, but Q didn’t make the first move. She kept Sabrina hovering with a firm grip on her shirt.

“Kiss me,” she whispered again.

“I can’t.” But god did she want to. The urge to kiss was mixed up with that stupid feeling that it was somehow wrong.

Q narrowed her eyes. “I dare you.”

Sabrina’s resistance snapped. She sucked in a sharp breath and planted one knee on the couch at the same time as she lunged for Q’s mouth. Self-preservation made her slow just before they touched. So soft and so light Q’s lips seemed, that the air stopped still and jammed up in her chest.

Mmm. She didn’t shut her eyes, though she always had before, with boys. She didn’t because seeing Q’s eyes there, right in front of her, all big and beautiful and watching…just did something awesome.

Then Sabrina overbalanced and fell, landing sideways on Q’s lap. Their mouths crushed together. She groped for something to take the weight and found one hand on the armrest and the other on Q’s breast. A giggle erupted, and she drew back an inch.

“Ouch,” Q whispered.

“Sorry,” she whispered back. “About my hand, I mean.” Their voices sounded cozy, the moment turning even more intimate.

“Keep it there.”

She hesitated then complied. “Okay.”

“Now kiss me again.”

Right. Girl Kiss, take two.

This time she started out gentle, pressing in and taking little holds of Q’s lips with hers. But the stunned quietness radiating from Q made her pause. Not good. She remembered how the heroes did it in movies and books. No point in going at this half-assed. So she used her weight and crushed her lips harder onto Q’s, then shoved her tongue in and out, turning her head for a better angle.

A hand slapped against her ass. Q pulled back, panting. “Not so rough!”

Sabrina sat back, a little dazed, staring at Q’s red freshly kissed lips. “Sorry. I copied the books you gave me. I was plundering.”

“Plundering?”

She nodded.

Q chuckled. “Be gentle, little girl. I’m not a conquest.” She reached up and pecked her lips then smiled. “You already won me.”

Disheartened, she asked timidly, “Let me try again?”

“Go for it, beautiful.”