Page 43 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Now.” Jude bent his head to ear level and said in a harsh whisper, “Stand still. These don’t rip easily but I don’t fucking care if that happens.” Then he let Q go and hauled her shirt off over her head. “If you sass me again, I’ll put cuffs on you and make you go down on Sabrina without touching her with your hands. She might be yours, but while this arrangement stands –” He grabbed her and shook her a little as he spoke the next words “– you are mine. Got that, Q?”

Wow again. She’d never ever seen Q cowed. She swallowed before she spoke quietly. “Yes.”

He paused, running his fingers up Q’s cyborg sleeve, over the shoulder piece, to where it twined down the side of her ribs and waist. Sabrina could almost hear him wondering how far past the waistband of her jeans it went.

“Good. On your knees.” He pushed her down and unzipped his jeans. He pushed the jeans down until his erection sprang free.

Jude caressed the top of her head until Q sighed and peered up at him. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Q’s voice shook.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and groaned. Maybe if she whimpered someone might do her? But as she opened her mouth and uttered a single syllable, Jude whacked her hard, again. She yelped and bit back a grumble.

“Quiet,” he murmured.

With his fist wrapped in Q’s hair he brought her to his cock and slid the tip, then another few inches, into her open mouth.

The way his shaft plunged between her lips, the little grunts Q made and the sheer dominance in the act was so erotic that Sabrina’s clit swelled. She sighed and fought not to whimper.

After several more long thrusts that left Jude pink in the face but Q even redder and breathing hard, he stopped. He withdrew from her mouth and zipped himself up. The look of disappointment on Q’s face made it hard not to smirk and giggle, but she managed. They’d left her alone a while but she was still tied down and helpless.

“Me now, pleeese,” she said quietly and in her most begging voice. They both looked at her. “I’m so horny I could hump the table.”

Jude grinned but shot her an evil glare. “Between the two of you brats I’m going to have my hands full.”

This time the snicker escaped. “I’m the good one though.”

“Are not.” Q’s mouth curved in a lopsided smile. “She’s the –” Casually, Jude had reached out and grabbed her hair again without sparing Q more than a glance. Q’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Shush. She’s right. You’re brattier.” He tightened his hold a smidgeon. “Sabrina, you’re going to behave, aren’t you? I don’t need to punish you? Though I can see you like spanking, I assure you I can make it Much. More. Painful.” The grin faded and he cocked an eyebrow.

She gulped. She could hear her heart beating, could feel the stretch of the rope on the cuffs, and the coolness on her pussy. Before she could squeeze out a word, he placed his palm on top of her ass then wriggled his thumb in her moisture until it sat between her lower lips, and right over her entrance.

She exhaled and made a little sound of pleasure, praying he’d move that thumb even deeper. “I’ll behave, Jude.”

“I thought so. Keep your legs apart. Q is going to take off her jeans and then make you come. Now.”

She shut her eyes and so could only listen to the sound of Q unzipping her jeans and slithering out of them. Without sight, the feel of his thumb was making her pussy beat in time with her heart. When he started to move the tip in and out, she opened her mouth and took some sharp breaths.

“Have you ever had a woman touch you down there, little one?” he asked.

“No.” She put her forehead down and arched her back. “No…I haven’t.” Something softly wet and hot brushed across her clit and another hand pulled her lips wider as Jude took his away.

“Then I’ll enjoy watching Q defile you.”

“I…oh, god.” That was Q’s tongue dancing atop her clit, doing lovely long licks and dabs. “God…I don’t…mmm… care.” The words tumbled out as she concentrated on what was happening below.

From the thump and slide of cloth on the table and the body warmth, Jude had perched himself beside her. His thigh shifted up against her body. She turned her head and found his hand at her lips. Q toyed with her – flicking her tongue across or sucking, then waiting while her hand held Sabrina’s pussy as wide open as it would go. And then…then her tongue dipped inside there too. She wriggled and groaned, trying to somehow get that tongue in deeper, which only made Q chuckle. The cuffs stopped her from reaching back and pulling Q in closer. But she squirmed anyway. Q withdrew that teasing tongue and poised her fingers where tongue had been.

Then her whole mouth settled over Sabrina’s clit and sucked the little nub inside right up against that evil tongue.

“Oh.” She raised her head. “Ohhhh, fuck.” The pressure inside her built and subsided in waves – cramming her full then lessening.

At the same time as Q worked her forge-hot tongue all around her clit and sucked and sucked, she coaxed two fingers up inside her and began to pump them slowly in and out.

“Oh my god!” Sabrina sobbed. Almost there…almost… She rocked her groin, tightened her thighs on Q, flexing.

And that was when Jude chose to V his hand over her neck and pull her to him for a deep kiss. Confusion, heat, and the glorious wet sucking made everything wrench together. Pleasure ruptured inwards. Eyes jammed shut, she strained with every muscle of her toes and legs, shuddering at Q’s mouth and groaning into Jude’s as the orgasm overtook her, shook her, and slowly, ever so slowly, wrung her dry.