Page 32 of The Dom with a Safeword

Another deep breath. Third go. The curve of Q’s full lips were as tempting as any man’s. More so, maybe. Being gentle was easy, wasn’t it? Instead of crushing, she brought her mouth right up close until the first barest feather-soft sensation flowered into being. Then she moved along, sideways, breathing on Q, letting the skin on their lower lips slide. Again, Q seemed stunned or… maybe just rapt in what she was doing.

“Is this okay?” she asked quietly.

“Yes,” Q murmured.

She smiled then teased Q with petite kisses. Kiss…and draw away. Nibble with teeth and lift away. Stick the tip of her tongue between Q’s lips and lick slow as honey over that plump sweet curve…and kiss.

The contentment on Q’s face vanished. She growled, and grabbed the back of Sabrina’s head.

Sabrina’s squeal was cut off as Q yanked her in right up front and center. This time they met with mouth on mouth and stayed that way, sighing and making little noises of appreciation, toying with each other’s tongues, and tasting. Q was fresh and yummy and hot. Their breasts compressed together and Sabrina noticed the hard bead of Q’s nipples near her own.

Their kissing fell into a rhythm that seemed to carry them both away. Heat rippled in waves through Sabrina.

Gasping, licking her lips, she raised her head. Uh-oh. She’d been grinding her crotch into Q’s. She froze. Q’s face went from shocked arousal to a more composed calm.

“Well.” Q cleared her throat. “That was good. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

A wicked giggle escaped her. It felt good throwing Q off balance. It reminded her she wasn’t entirely powerless in their dynamic.

Q pinched her thigh, giving her a stern look. “Don’t get cocky. Remember your place.”

Reckless with lust, she sassed, “And what’s that, Miss Bossy Pants?”

In one move, Q dumped her off her lap and she landed on her ass on the floor. Sabrina grunted and moved to get up, but Q pointed to the ground by her feet and ordered, “Kneel.”

A soft growl grew in Sabrina’s chest as she fought with herself whether to obey.

“Did you check kneeling on your list?” Q asked, brows arched.

“Yes,” she grumbled. But to Q? Like this? She stared at the floor.

“And between me and you, who did you picture doing the kneeling?”

She opened her mouth to tell her neither but that wasn’t quite the truth. With a sigh, she answered honestly. “Me.”

“So that makes you what in our relationship?”

“The sub,” she answered with an eye roll. What kind of monster had she unleashed in her best friend?

Q ignored the attitude. “Then kneel.”

With a glare, she obeyed, sitting up on her knees and waiting for approval.

“Good girl.” Q nodded, maybe a little proud. “Now sit with me and we’ll fill out the bondage part together.”

Oh goody. She sighed but shimmied to the couch and climbed on next to Q. The list continued with a dozen types of bondage and restraint play. Most of them caused the same stirring as the damn spanking.

She chuckled at mummification. “Hey, Q. Want to mummify me? Then I can haunt you in your sleep.” Opening her eyes wide, she put her arms out and rocked back and forth like a mummy. “Kinky best friend mummy…raaaaa…”

Q shook her head and mumbled, “No, but the gags are looking pretty enticing.”

She snapped her mouth shut instinctively then cursed herself for the wussy reaction. Q chuckled beside her. With a pout, she went back to the list. Handcuffs, rope bondage, blindfolds…mmmm….

“Plastic wrap?” she said out loud with a face. “Ugh. Soooo unflattering.”

Q laughed. “Leave it to you to think of fashion when it comes to bondage.”

“I’m just stating the obvious. Cling wrap does nothing for your figure.”