Page 77 of The Dom with a Safeword

Q cupped Sabrina’s face. “But that was the stupidest thing you could’ve done.”

Sabrina flinched at the sudden change of tone.

“Seriously. He could’ve really hurt you. Or pressed charges. If Jude hadn’t arrived, what would you have done when he reached you?”

“Ran like hell.” Sabrina shrugged.

Q nodded. “That’s the right answer. Don’t you ever, ever, endanger yourself for me again.”

“I can’t promise that. I care about you too much.”

Q opened her mouth to say more but Jude cut her off. “Enough.” They turned to him. “Let’s pack. We’ll forget him and have fun all morning. I’ll take you shopping, swimming at the beach, out to lunch, whatever you want. Then back to my place. That’s an order. Snap to it and run your little asses off getting everything you need.”

With an evil glint in her eye, Sabrina nodded then did an exaggerated salute, with her hand doing a huge circle before she touched her forehead. “Yes, Sir!”

Q dragged Sabrina’s hand down. “My turn to rescue you. Let’s get to it.”

He looked up at the heavens. “God, give me patience.”

Well, he had sort of asked for it. The day was going to be interesting.

Chapter 14

Jude

Jude pushed open the door, smiling inside at the silence of the new hinges. He liked a job done well, and the whole room had turned out the way he wanted. The last of the afternoon sun coming in through the bay window didn’t do the room justice, so he switched on the two head-high lamps, and the muted ceiling lights. A rich color scheme of creams and ochre, with a hint of oxblood red – but it was the broad sweep of arching stems and delicate leaves of the potted plants that impacted on him first. The greenery made it live.

A little sadness crept in. He was going to miss this, fixing up houses – there’d be no time for this sort of frivolity, as his father used to call it, while studying medicine. Surgeons paid someone else to fix their houses.

This wasn’t the time for moping.

“What do you think, girls? You helped paint this.”

Everything clicked together in his brain. He’d known he’d miss Q and Sabrina for a while, he just hadn’t admitted it to himself. And it wasn’t just that he loved having two gorgeous young women who’d give him a blowjob if he told them to. Part of it, but not all. This was something…more.

“Wow.” Sabrina paced forward, and her short little pink dress sucked him into looking at the woman’s thighs. Thank god her light tan didn’t extend to her ass – marks always showed well. “I love these.” She ran her hand over the red upholstery of the closest of the two Chippendale couches then picked up a pillow and hugged it. “And these. Mmm. I adore big pillows. Makes me want to sleep on them on a rainy day.”

He raised his eyebrows, but shut the door, and followed in behind the more subdued Q. When she stared at the cleared area between the couches and the two ropes dangling down from his O rings, he smoothed his hand down her back. “They’re temporary. I’ll have to take them down soon.”

“I guess they do advertise your kinkiness.” Q put her hand over his where it rested on the lower curve of her back. He stepped in close, trapping her hand there, then wrapped his arm around her waist, and settled her against him. For once she wore a dress, even if it was plain black. Beneath the light fabric, his palm registered the solid warmth and movement of her flesh.

“They do, but it’s not that. The owner of this place is a local Dom. But I don’t think he plans to sell this as the House of Fetishes.” Then he nuzzled her neck while Sabrina looked on, bright of eye and with her bottom lip sucked onto her teeth. “We’re going to play now.”

“Oh, really?” Her voice was already husky and her hips swayed. Leaning her back into his shoulder was easy. Those clear blue pupils of hers broadcast wariness. Her focus darted here and there, and she studied him. Never a dull moment with Q. “Presumptuous of you.”

“I don’t need an appointment. You’re staying with me. It’s Monday night. I’ve seduced you both with my chef-quality food and sat on the beach and fed enough seagulls. Time to pay for your keep.”

“Is that how it is?” Sabrina chuckled.

“Yep. Kneel where you are.” He released Q, and slapped her on the butt. Her yelp and indignant look, he ignored. “Q, strip to your underwear and come here next to me.” This must be a mellow night. Q began to obey without question and Sabrina slipped to her knees. He perched on the couch that held three shopping bags and the crop, and waited as Q pulled the dress over her head. “Good. Come here.”

With his hands lightly holding Q’s hips, he examined her slowly despite her blush. The things bras did to women’s breasts were the eighth wonder of the world…or was that ninth? Matching electric blue bra and panties…and on her curves they were mouthwatering. “Turn.” When her ass was under his hands, he squeezed. “Much better.”

“My doing.” Sabrina smirked and folded her arms. “Told you he’d like them. We found them at a store in…” Then she went on and on.

He stayed silent and waited for her to wind down. Finally, she stopped and sat back on her heels. “What? What are you looking at?”

“You talk too much, Sabrina.” How long would that cheeky attitude hold up with what he had in store? “Q.” He patted the couch next to him and pulled her in close when she sat. Then he turned his full attention on Sabrina, who’d been shifting nervously on her knees.