Page 79 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Good.” He placed his hands on her breasts and caressed them until she was breathing fast, then slid one hand down to her pussy and played with her clit and her entrance. “Don’t drip too much on the carpet, pet. Though watching you squirm is the most fun I’ve had all day.”

Her whine made him chuckle. “I should have gagged you earlier,” he rumbled.

A few leisurely pumps of his finger, all the way up inside, had her trying to spread her legs. He slapped her pussy once and she whined again.

He climbed to his feet. Though his pants were uncomfortable with his erection straining against them, he’d leave his clothes on for a while. Both of them had a thing for submitting to a man in a suit who kept them naked. A suit though, was a bitch in summer. Pants and shirt would have to do. He adjusted his boxers to let his cock have some relief. God, already he was quivering. Sabrina on her knees, like this, pressed all his buttons. Making her ass redder would up things to nuclear level, and getting Q doing things to her…the sun might explode. He looked at Q, where she still sat on the couch, mouth slightly open.

“See something you want?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much so. She looks…hot enough to lick all over. To eat.”

“Women do, when on their knees, waiting for their Dom to instruct them.”

“May I touch her?”

Sabrina gargled indignantly and shook her head. He snorted. The woman protested about everything even when gagged. The crop…he found it where he’d left it propped against the arm of the couch, picked it up, and gave Sabrina a slap on the side of each breast.

She silenced.

“Not yet, Q. First…”

Tearing his gaze away from Sabrina was difficult, but he managed. He searched in the bags again and took out the leather body harness, then held it by the collar for Q to see. “Like this?”

Knowing Q, he went closer, stroked her head then slid his hand up to lightly grab a handful of hair at the roots. Gripping her hair tighter would happen in a flash, if he needed to.

After one deep breath, a dreamy look pooled in her eyes.

As if he didn’t already have that checked on his mind list of things that made Q melt.

“Is it a slave harness?” Q smiled. “I like it. She’ll look even sexier in that.”

“Call it a body harness. But it’s not for her, it’s for you.” Smirking, he scrunched his fingers in the roots of her hair.

Her frown arrived a millisecond later. Now, her attempt at escape. She jerked, and took hold of his wrist. Nothing budged, of course.

“Not a chance, Q. I’m stronger.” By sheer force, he manhandled her into a facedown position on the couch, held her there with a knee parked on her back, and his hand still controlling her head, while he growled to her. “Be careful. If you do anything wild you might knock our pet over, since she’s cuffed. And I know you don’t want that. Behave.” He shook her head, turned it so he could watch her mouth.

With her hands like claws, she gripped the upholstery, as if what he did pained her. Well, he was doing it wrong if it didn’t. She choked in few heavy breaths, then gasped out, “Yes, Sir.”

“I have no tolerance for over-the-top bratting tonight. Do it and I’ll put you in a corner for an hour with a vibe strapped to your clit and a dildo inside you. Got that?”

“Yes,” she added softly. He yanked her hair for emphasis. “Yes!”

He hauled her upright and took off her underwear himself – making sure to keep contact while he did it – dominating her with his presence. While bra clasps were undone, and straps slipped half off her shoulders, he pressed up against her, and bit from her collarbone to the upper curve of her breast, to her nipple and its piercing. Pulling the bra all the way off, gave him the opportunity to drag his nails up her back, through the fall of her raven black hair then down her arms with the descent of the straps.

The quiver of her body and pitiful whimpers made him smile. But she was grinding against him by then, or trying to. He had Q marked in every way. Once he got her like this, she was his.

“Hands at your back. Grab your elbows.”

As her shoulders went back, her breasts thrust out in a delicious way. Fuck. Tempting. So he went around behind her, grated out, “Stay still,” and took each nipple between finger and thumb, then squeezed and tugged until she whimpered some more.

And taking down her panties, well, he’d need his brain transplanted if he didn’t curve his palm into her pussy and feel between her legs.

With his fingers molded into the warm wetness of her slit, he crouched and bit her ass cheek. She trembled like a leaf torn at by wind. “You like being fucking crushed, being dominated. Don’t you? Answer.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He could swear his hand got wetter at that.