Page 61 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Fuc –” She cut the word off then sighed. “Sorry.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

She blinked. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Good.”

When the lights went out and he again had his two girls cuddled up to him it took at least a half an hour before he could stop smiling and go to sleep. He’d found a slice of heaven for the summer, at least.

***

Something woke him – was it the morning sun, the warm woman on one side, who must be Q, or maybe it was the toes wiggling before his face and the delighted humming. He blinked again and focused on those toes, let his eyes follow the flow of the leg muscles – shapely calves, thighs, wiggling butt. The word “naughty” emblazoned across the underwear on that butt.

Why was Sabrina facing the wrong way?

He leaned on his elbow. Q sprawled on her stomach, taking up half of the bed. He was surprised at how vulnerable she looked as she slept.

But Sabrina.

He sat up and moved carefully about until he too faced the end of the bed, to look over her shoulder. Sabrina grinned back at him. Of course, she had his laptop out and was starting up his camera app.

“Sabrina.” He made it a growl. What was this? Six in the morning?

“Yes?”

Ah. At least she had the decency to look guilty. By feel, he sneaked his hand over the roundness of her butt until he encountered the edge of her panties.

“Were you supposed to start up my laptop this early?”

“Umm.” She sucked in her lower lip. Cute, girly, and guaranteed to raise his testosterone level. “You never said a specific time. It is technically morning. Some people get up this early for work even.”

“You woke me. You got yourself up way too early. Shut it off.”

“Nooo.” She screwed up her mouth. “Please?”

“Close it. We’ll have a little talk then maybe if you beg nicely, we’ll both look.” He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled through his nose. Woman. Mmm.

She could do with a shower, but his dick stirred, hardened. It obviously didn’t mind. He put his arm across her back so she’d feel his weight, that a man had hold of her. “Sabrina.”

The softening of her back, her one slow deep breath, and her stillness, told him he’d done the right thing.

“Okay,” she whispered as she inched the lid shut.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Now, the talk.” When she went to turn over he stopped her. “No. Stay there. Tell me.” Beneath the T-shirt he stroked up her backbone then paid attention to the rest of her back, massaging all her delightful curves. As he spoke she subsided more and more, until she lay prone, with her head to one side, watching him.

“I know what you wrote on the questionnaire, but I’d like to hear it from your mouth too. Especially now you’ve tried some of the things out. What do you know you like? What do you really want to try?”

Despite his massage, her forehead wrinkled and she did a little squirm. “Do I have to? It’s,” she closed her eyes for a second, “not something I like saying.”

“Yes, you have to.” He raised an eyebrow. “Go.”

She huffed but when pleading with her eyes did nothing, she began to speak. To his amusement she squirmed her lower body on the bed with each announcement. “Getting tied up, that I liked. More of that…ropes and stuff.” Small squirm. “And spanking.” Squirm. “Especially when you had me on your lap.” She met his eyes, looked down. Big squirm. “I liked…I liked what Q did to me, with her mouth.” Swallow and lick of her lips. “Didn’t know for sure before, but I did.”

“And when we both spanked you?” He tugged on her hair.

“Hot! Fuck, that was so hot. Just thinking about it.”

He looked down and saw her spread her legs a little and do the biggest wriggle yet.