Page 50 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Oh... Oh stop! It... tickles!” she gasped.

He ignored her, spreading her legs apart and dragging the brush lower. She panted and squirmed. “Tickle” didn’t seem to be the right word. As she pulled ineffectively at the cuffs, Q inched forward, needing to be closer – wishing she could help touch her.

“I should get Q to take some pictures of you like this sometime.” Jude looked up at Q. “What do you think?”

The tableau of the two of them together made her wish desperately for her camera. Not that she could use it while she was tied up like this. Her smile to Jude was feral. “If you untie me, I’ll go get it now.”

Sabrina renewed her struggle to slide off his lap. “No, Q!”

Jude gave her a sweet smile. “Oh, but I can’t untie you now, Q. You might run away, and it’s your turn next.”

“Fuck you,” she threw back. “I don’t like spanking.”

“Oh, but I do. And you didn’t mark it as a hard limit. The only way you’re getting out of an over-the-knee spanking today is if you safeword.”

Q sputtered for a minute. There had to be a way out of this without safewording. She didn’t want to be a wuss.

With hands on Sabrina’s waist, Jude set her on her feet, steadying her as she wobbled. She mewled and pressed against him, wrapping her arms around his torso as he stood. No porn girl had ever looked as erotic as Sabrina did right then, with her tousled hair, hard nipples and pouty lips. Jude kissed her deeply, then crouched and slid her panties the rest of the way down, helping her step out of them. He peeled off her dress and unclasped her bra.

Sabrina. Naked. Pressure built higher in Q’s groin. She wanted the cuffs off so she could run her hands over Sabrina’s body. It was the ultimate cruelty that now she was allowed to, but couldn’t.

With a hand on her back, Jude led Sabrina toward Q and the scaffolding. The possibilities raced through Q’s mind. He pulled a second set of cuffs out from under the lip of the platform. Seriously? How prepared was he? As Jude buckled the cuffs on Sabrina’s wrists, the girl pressed against him, kissing his chest. Impassively he grabbed her hands and pulled her over to Q, fastening her to the ring that Q was attached to, so that they almost stood on top of each other.

Q groaned as Sabrina’s silky skin skimmed along hers. Jude slid between them and unhooked Q’s bra then lowered his head. He rumbled appreciatively as he discovered and toyed with her nipple piercings. The warmth of his mouth enveloped one of Q’s nipples while his fingers toyed with the other. Sabrina edged closer leaning over Jude’s head to brush her lips along Q’s cheek. Their mouths met in a bone-melting kiss, tongues exploring. Sandwiched by them, Jude shared the attention of his mouth and hands between their breasts. Q wondered foggily if she was going to come by accident. She hoped she wouldn’t get in trouble for it.

The tickle of Jude’s hair on Q’s belly as he moved down Sabrina’s was exquisite. Sabrina shifted and whimpered. A glance down gave Q a glimpse of Jude kissing his way up the girl’s thigh, toward her core. When she cried out, Q took her mouth, muffling her noises. Jude slipped out from between them and rose to his feet. The girls’ bodies met, and Sabrina tried to grind her hips against her without having any leverage. Eyes glossy and skin hot, she rubbed up against Q like she’d die without attention.

Jude pushed Q’s knee forward, sliding it between Sabrina’s legs until it pressed against her groin. With a mumbled objection, Sabrina tried to pull away, but he was persistent and pushed them together until she stopped fighting it. They ground against each other but the position was more frustrating than satisfying. Jude cursed under his breath, like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“Behave, you two,” he growled. He pulled them apart. Jude gripped the back of Q’s hair and crushed her lips under his. She could taste Sabrina on him. Fuck, it was erotic. “Now for your spanking, little brat.”

No! Not happening! He untied her wrists, leaving the rope dangling from the ring. She twisted away from him and ran for the door, planning to lock herself in the bathroom until she could negotiate her way out of this. Jude wrapped his huge arms around her, and he brought her down, shielding her from the floor with his own body. His chest was as hard as the wooden flooring.

Sabrina screamed.

Before Q could blink, he’d rolled her off of him and leaned down to grab her arms. She kicked out and struggled, pushing him away as he tried to keep her pinned to the floor. He put some of his weight on her and she bit his shoulder hard.

“Stop!” he boomed. She recoiled, releasing his flesh from her teeth.

Panting, she looked up at him repentantly. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

“Oh, Q! Are you okay?” Sabrina yelled.

Q sent her friend a small, reassuring smile.

Jude looked down at her lazily, not even a little out of breath. Bastard. “I know you like to play rough, Q. Do you remember your safeword?”

She nodded.

“Okay, then. Game on.”

She tried to scrabble out from under him, but he pinned her to the floor and kissed her. Her will to fight drained as she felt his hard cock pressing at her through his jeans. She wrapped her legs around him, returning his kiss.

“That’s it?” he said. “No more fight out of you? You were easier to tame than I thought.” He pushed himself up, sitting back on his heels. “Now I’m going to tan your backside for biting me.”

Easy to tame? Fuck you, sunshine. When he grabbed for her arm, he closed his hand on air. She spun away from him, trying to rise. He caught her then pulled her back down and she landed hard on her hands and knees. In a heartbeat he covered her body with his, pressing his cock against her from behind. With a buck, she tried to throw him off, but the feeling of him over the top of her – dominating her – was mind-blowing. It would be so easy to give in. She felt him fumble with his clothing, then he yanked on the flimsy fabric of her panties and they slid to her knees. She pressed back against him, wiggling her hips.

He growled and bit the back of her neck.