Page 62 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Hmm. My guess is that was more than just the spanking. I’ll try you out with other impact play, like a crop and floggers, maybe a belt?” He focused on her as she parted her lips and stared. “Like that idea?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“And looking at how much you liked both of us controlling you, especially since you checked begging and following orders on that form, I think you love Dominance and submission an awful lot, Jersey Girl. I might try you with a play collar and leash.”

Her eyes widened. “God. No! I don’t think so. Uh-uh.” She shook her head violently. “I’m not your pet!” Her words came out in a harsh whisper.

He waited a moment. Then he traced his hand across her nape. “I think you are. I think you like being a little sex toy.”

“I’m…I’m still me. I don’t want you controlling me like that. No. I didn’t check collars.” But she pouted and stared at the bed as he let his palm drift down her back.

“You didn’t say they were a hard limit either. What would Q say?”

The bed moved. As he’d thought, Q was awake and listening. She crawled across and flopped down on Sabrina’s other side. “Q thinks Sabrina would look hot in a purple collar and almost bought one a few days ago. She also thinks Sabrina makes an excellent sex toy, and that the naughty girl secretly loves it.”

She arched a brow and gave Q a bratty glare. “Well, Sabrina thinks it’s silly when people talk about themselves in the third person.”

Q chuckled and shook her head.

“And, you two…” Sabrina looked grumpily from one of them to the other. “Stop ganging up on me.”

“You’re new to this. Sabrina, you don’t always know what you want without trying it sometimes.” Jude turned over on his back and peered sideways at her. If she still said no he’d honor it. They didn’t have enough history for him to push this. “Let’s try the collar sometime. You can safeword from the first moment if you don’t like it, but at least give it a try.”

For a little while she stared and just chewed on her lip, until Q put her hand across Sabrina’s neck and held her a little. “Please, beautiful girl. Try it for me.”

Submission melted into Sabrina’s eyes, her eyelids drifted lower and she swallowed. “I guess I can try.”

“Thank you.” Q kissed the top of Sabrina’s head

Sometimes Q figured her out before he did. But they’d been friends for a long time. “Good. Now if you want to see those photos, ask nicely.”

She barely hesitated. “Please, can we look at them? Pretty please, Mr. Jude, Dom of the Universe?” Then she batted her eyelashes furiously.

He couldn’t help guffawing. “Damn, girl, you ask for it. You can look, but there are consequences. If you protest even one of them, no photos.” This could be a fun game. Would she play along?

“Um. Okay.” She looked uneasy, but she shrugged, hauled herself up on her elbows, and popped open the laptop.

He stopped her with a hand on her arm. “You get to do it naked. Q, take off her t-shirt.”

“I like this idea.” Q grinned.

Sabrina let out an aggravated sigh. “Okay, okay. I’ll look at ghosts naked while you two stare at my butt.” She sat up to let them strip her.

Finally, naked, she lay down again and he and Q lay beside her. “The card’s loaded the pics. Now to find the album. What’s this stupid program? Nothing’s where it should be.”

She muttered to herself until he slid his hand over her bare ass and down into her crevice.

“Jude!”

“Keep looking. I’m going to play with you here.” Very wet and her labia felt swollen and ready for sex. For all her nay-saying, she’d probably been aroused by the idea of a collar and leash. He thrust his forefinger inside her an inch and started to pump.

“Jude!” she said in a hushed tone. “Unfair.” Her bottom tilted. “I can’t not get all –”

“Is that a protest?”

Her mouth snapped shut. “No. It’s not.”

“Q play with her breasts. If I don’t hear lots of moans and see some leg spreading and humping of this bed, I will be disappointed and crop you both. But Sabrina, you are not to come.”