Page 42 of The Dom with a Safeword

“No,” Q snapped and her hands were on Sabrina’s inner thighs stopping her. “I want to look at you.”

She huffed, quivering, feeling her pussy clench inward, and all because the idea of Q looking at her there had sent her arousal soaring. She let Q hold her open, and closed her eyes. Heat seeped through her, and she became wetter with every passing moment. She held onto the tablecloth like it might save her from some awful fate. Maybe from being licked and sucked and orgasmed to death?

Fuck. She so wanted to come.

“Wait there.” Jude said gruffly. “Don’t move.” He released her and walked away.

“Can’t,” she whispered belatedly, to no one, choking on the word. Lightning had hit. Q had touched her and now stroked her with a fingertip, lightly. Up, down, and each time she stroked, she spread Sabrina’s lips the littlest amount more.

In the distance a drawer opened and shut. She heard the tread of Jude returning.

Q took away her finger. Gah! She curled her toes on the floor, wanting her back but not wanting to say.

“What are you doing?” Q asked.

“This.” Jude was on the opposite side of the table. He took each of Sabrina’s hands and wrapped the wrist cuffs about them, giving her little reassuring smiles now and then as she stared at what he did. “I’m tying you to the table. So I have my hands free to do other things. Don’t worry. Q will be loose.”

Dazed, she merely whispered, “Oh.” And she tried to ignore Q, her friend and predator, who waited to do wicked things between her legs. She should be worried if he tied them both up, shouldn’t she? She gulped, and let him clip her wrists together, let him attach a rope and pull it taut so her arms were dragged out straight above her head. He knotted the end of the rope to something below her vision, at the other side of the table.

Then he stalked back around to the other side where Q must be kneeling. She strained to see. He stood there in his sexy black jeans and shirt. He placed a hand on her ass, stroked her, stirring up yet more heat. She’d be so swollen down there. She wanted them to touch her, wanted…

She wiggled her butt, vying for their attention.

They ignored her.

“What did you tie that to?” Q asked.

“A metal ring. I have them here and there. I learned a long time ago to make sure my furniture has multiple uses.”

“What a resourceful man,” Q said in a dryly amused tone.

“Yes. I’m also a man who knows when a sub needs more.”

What the hell were they doing? Discussing furniture? She was going to combust. She wriggled some more and moaned. Jude only planted his palm on her harder and fastened her butt to the table.

“More? More what?”

Uh-oh. Q seemed to be daring him.

She peeked out the corners of her eyes.

“Is this a designer shirt? A favorite?” He fingered the sleeve of Q’s black shirt.

“No.” She began to rise from her crouch.

He let her but slid his hand up into her hair and crunched a hold among her black locks that made her gasp.

Neck craned back by his tight grip, Q protested. “What the hell are you…”

His head angled, Jude hit her with a kiss so brutal, Sabrina gasped at the same time as Q did. Only Q’s gasp was muffled by Jude’s mouth. There were kisses and there were kisses, and this one would have rated as assault with a deadly weapon if reported to the police.

Wow. Mouth open and with her wrists still tied, Sabrina watched, feeling like a spectator to a force of nature ripping apart a house all the way down to its foundations.

When Q brought her hands up to his face, Jude snared one of them and took it behind her. With her wrist still grasped there, he dragged her up against him. Q clawed her fingers into his biceps and took what he gave her, while he kissed her and bit and tongued her mouth and neck.

Q groaned softly, “No, no, no,” before she at last fell silent and sagged in his arms, as pliable as a rag doll. More bites, more owning kisses then he drew back. He panted and stared down at Q in a way that made Sabrina want to be her. If he could kiss like that…oh my god.

Q half-opened her eyes and waited, looking downward.