Page 41 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Good girl.” This time he kissed her hair and breathed on her for a while as his big hand massaged her nape. “Now spank her. And if she’s really good and doesn’t make too much noise, we’ll take off her underwear.”

Oh fuck. Did she want this? Sabrina tongued her lip. Being silent had taken on a heavy significance. If she was quiet, they’d make her naked.

There was hesitation in the air. At the back of her mind Sabrina knew Q was tussling over saying she was in charge again, but the hand moved from between her legs, cupped one globe of her ass then lifted away.

The first smack alone reverberated deep down into her flesh, thrumming into her clit. Q hit her again and again. The slaps burned as they grew harder. Then Q paused and hit her in a different unexpected spot. Though she whimpered and tried to curve her back to the side, Q steadied her with a hand on her hip. And Jude held her down even harder.

Ghost. Ghost. She could use that if she wanted to.

More smacks, more force, more throbbing.

The burning heated her down there and merged, making her lower body one big molten ache.

“You can do it,” Q murmured. “Stay quiet, and I’ll take off your thong. Stay quiet and I’ll put my mouth there. Three more.”

Her mouth? Sabrina’s eyes sprang open, and she saw Jude looking back at her. Oh god. Mouth meant tongue…lips.

He smiled the smallest amount, pressed his finger and thumb in on the sides of her neck. “I’m not letting you go.” Now she was utterly surrounded by him, controlled. And I love it.

Smack. She gasped and her mouth stayed open…because he was watching her lips. Two more harder-than-hell smacks and she still lay there, trembling, breathing raggedly, and locked into Jude’s gaze.

“Done. You’re such a good pet.” His thumb stroked at the angle of her jaw. “Take them off. I want to see her come.”

There was no hesitation this time – Q hooked her fingers beneath Sabrina’s thong and began to pull them down. Her weight made the thong gather between her skin and the table. “Lift up, Sabrina.”

She blinked. Helping them undress her seemed wrong. When she waited a few seconds before raising herself only a tiny amount, Jude narrowed his eyes.

He glanced down. “More.”

She frowned, sucked in her lip. Q was going to do things to her. Fantasy was one thing…

“More,” Q growled, smacking her ass hard enough to make her squeak.

“Ow!” Instinctively she tried to edge away.

But Jude held her. His grip allowed zero movement, she could only squirm and rise up on tiptoe.

Then Q leaned on her too.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

At that Q bit her left butt cheek. “Mine.” She moved and bit again and stayed there with teeth fastened into her.

There were so many places they held her down, and made her theirs, and where Q bit was such an exquisite point of pain that it seemed to nail her down like…like…

“Ohhh,” she groaned softly, relaxing every muscle. She was their plaything. Theirs.

When Q released her, she begged with her eyes even as Jude went back to caressing her with his thumb.

“You liked that.” His blue eyes seemed as intense as a surgeon’s might be while he decided precisely where to cut next.

The thong was at her ankles. Q grasped each ankle to make her lift her feet. It was whisked away. Naked.

Jude kissed her cheek. “You’re teaching me. I’m learning what you like.” He looked away. “Take off your t-shirt, Q, before you go down on her.”

Both determination and challenge came through in Q’s words. “No, sunshine. I’m not doing that. Not today.”

Her friend must be kneeling between her legs. She’d spread her legs without thinking. Q would be looking at her, at her wetness. She’d never, ever, let her… Sabrina inhaled and tried to close her legs.