Page 66 of The Dom with a Safeword

When Jude didn’t come back right away, Sabrina shifted closer to Q, their bare legs pressing together from knee to upper thigh. “You okay? You looked a little rattled after the smack-down you got in the parking lot.”

“I’m fine. Probably just a little too horny and naked to be in public. I’m glad it’s dark.” She brushed Sabrina’s knee with her fingertips, then dragged her nails up the side of her bare leg. Sabrina shivered. Even in the dim light she could see the hardened points of Sabrina’s breasts bumping the fabric of her thin top. “So what are your rules for PDA with me?”

Sabrina gave a short laugh. “Here? It’s dark and people are getting drunk. If we get caught by someone we know, I’ll just say I was drunk.”

The words hurt a little, but she understood. Sabrina had family close by and Q knew she didn’t want to be out about their relationship. Despite that, she couldn’t help but feel like Sabrina was a little ashamed of her.

A moment later, Jude was back with a fancy girly drink for Sabrina and a whisky and soda for Q. It was disturbing how he knew their preferences, even though they’d never told him. “Only two each then you’re switching to something non-alcoholic.”

Q glared and Sabrina pouted.

“Hey, I’m not drinking at all. If we’re going to play later, I don’t want anyone drunk.”

“You wouldn’t screw two drunk girls?” Sabrina snorted. “As if.”

“Oh, I’d fuck you both. But I won’t play with a drunk girl. Your body won’t respond right and I might not get the messages I need from you. I don’t want to damage either of you.” He winked, sliding in between them as Sabrina shifted back over to make room.

With one of Jude’s arms around each of them, they watched the dancing crowd and commented on people who caught their eye. Jude and Q were amused to discover they had the same taste in women, even beyond Sabrina.

The latter became indignant – jealous girl that she was – and Jude pulled her into his lap. Lowering his head, he kissed her. Q casually ran her fingers under Sabrina’s legs and up toward her panties. She stroked her pussy through the delicate fabric. Sabrina made a small noise that even Q could barely hear over the music then settled against Jude’s chest. Staying still must have been a struggle, knowing Sabrina. She was already damp. Q hoped no one else could see anything, and she watched the crowd to make sure. Jude might have been oblivious except for the brush of Q’s hand over his thigh.

When he lifted his mouth from Sabrina’s and sat back against the couch, Q withdrew her hand and let it rest innocently on her own lap.

Jude’s amused gaze met hers. “Were you being mean, Q?”

She arched a brow. “She’s my toy, too. I’ll play with her when I want to.”

“I’m not a toy.” Sabrina frowned somewhat convincingly. If Q didn’t know her so well, she might have been fooled. The sparkle in her eye suggested she wanted to be told that she was, indeed, a plaything.

“Really?” he looked displeased.

“Well... as long as you don’t tell me I can’t. Sir,” she amended swiftly. Being both a sub and a Domme in the same relationship was confusing – like being two people with two personalities simultaneously. Prior to this summer, she’d been one or the other. With Nico, she’d been submissive, even allowing him to push boundaries toward making her a slave. Before him she’d thought she was all Dom – not Domme, since she didn’t identify with being that female – and had a short and tumultuous relationship with a girl who had introduced her to being both bi and dominant. Although it had been fun before Q had gone away to college, the girl hadn’t been nice or very bright. They hadn’t even bothered staying in touch after the first couple of months.

“I can’t foresee myself limiting you there, unless there’s a very good reason.” He looked down at her and stroked a hand through her hair.

Damn, he was gorgeous. She took the last sip of her drink and felt the alcohol making her mellow. Not as good as the afterglow from a beating, but there was time for that later. The Rig’s spastic lighting was on the verge of giving her a headache, but it emphasized Jude’s strong cheekbones and sensual lips. She arched up and gently bit his jawbone. Before she drew back, he caught her to him with his free arm and kissed her deeply. For a moment she forgot to breathe.

“Go on now, my little brats,” he drawled. “Entertain me.”

Q’s gaze snapped to him in alarm. He looked back and forth between her and Sabrina – who was also goggling at him – then started to shake with mirth. “Not like that! Go dance for me.”

She groaned aloud. “But I hate dancing!”

“It’s true. She never dances. And I’m no good at it,” Sabrina said.

“Hmm. I don’t recall asking for opinions or excuses from either of you. Do as you’re told or suffer the consequences when we get back to your place.” His jaw muscle popped as he set his face in the stony expression they were becoming very familiar with.

“Come on, Q.” Sabrina slid off Jude’s lap and pulled Q up by the hand. “I think I’d prefer sex to whatever he’s threatening. Let’s give the man what he wants.”

They walked arm in arm to the dance floor, staying as close to Jude as it allowed. Q leaned in. “Interested in putting on the kind of show that will make him uncomfortable?”

Sabrina’s gaze swept the other dancers. Couples all around them danced suggestively, grinding together to the heavy beat. “Okay. But your hands have to stay over my clothes for this. And nothing too rude.”

Q aimed an evil look over her shoulder at Jude and started dancing. She grabbed Sabrina’s hand and pulled her in close. Sabrina’s half-nude body and the memory of her damp arousal spurred Q on and she circled her as they danced, sliding her hands over the bare skin of her neck and collar bone. She kept casting looks at Jude to make sure he watched them. Sabrina caught on and joined in. Q ground against her and grabbed her around the waist, holding her close. One song flowed into another, then another without pause, becoming a long series of thuds in her head – a shared heartbeat of the writhing horde.

Sabrina lost her inhibition and rubbed against her, their faces inches apart. The smaller girl’s arms slid up around her neck and pulled Q’s lips down to hers. They stopped moving though the chaos continued around them. Their lips brushed and Q groaned. Her heart accelerated and throbbed roughly in her chest. Sabrina deepened the kiss, her tongue probing Q’s mouth. Anxious yet unable to help herself, Q let her, hoping her friend wouldn’t regret this later. When their lips finally parted, Q’s head spun. Sabrina no longer needed kissing lessons.

Looking incredibly smug, Sabrina grabbed Q’s hand and led her off the dance floor toward Jude. His eyes were riveted to them in the gloom and a lazy smirk played across his lips. His approving look made Q’s already hard nipples ache for attention.