Page 81 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Are you safewording, pet?” He waited.

She ducked her head. Her answer was so subdued, he had to strain to hear.

“No, Sir.”

He’d bet his last dime she wanted to do this. He considered, checking them both. Quiet instruction seemed the way.

“Then I’ll guide you. Okay?” He stirred her hair with his fingers, and let her have some time to think.

“Yes,” Sabrina said quietly before she looked up at Q’s face then at him. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Good. Try a kiss first.”

She shut her eyes, slowly leaned in, and kissed Q on the clit. At Q’s drawn-out groan, she glanced upward again.

“Now use your tongue on her. Alternate. Soft at first. Then harder then soft again. Try that.”

“Okay.” She took a big breath then bent forward again. She gave one lick then her mouth sucked and worked at Q, in little spurts. Every so often he saw her little tongue dart out and lick again.

Never had he had a front row seat to a girl testing out the limits of her bisexuality. Never like this. His dick seemed so hard it might just pop off and whizz around the room. He nearly laughed out loud at that picture, then sighed and zeroed back in on what Sabrina did to Q. She became bolder – curling out her tongue and swiping from the slit up across Q’s clit then swirling around and around it.

Under his palm, the muscles in Q’s ass tensed and relaxed and her groans grew louder. She stiffened, pulled at the cuffs so the strap below her breasts tightened. About to come? With both of them cuffed he had some control.

“Rest, pet.” He pulled Sabrina back, smiling at how she licked her lips, seemingly enraptured with what she’d done to poor Q who was now catching her breath.

“Oh, fuck. Please, Sir.” She gasped a few times. “Please, Sabrina?”

“Wait. Both of you.”

When he judged it right, he pushed Sabrina back onto her. The little sounds of sucking, the gorgeous females right here in front of his nose…in front of his poor dick. Ugh. There was no way he’d come in his pants but this was the closest he’d been to that since he was a teenager. And Sabrina was enjoying this too. Every now and then she’d pause, look up at Q, then reapply her tongue and lips.

And yes, Q was quivering with tension again. Her breaths came fast and staccato. Her torso stretched and her thighs went rock-hard. He pushed Sabrina in closer, jamming her mouth onto Q as the orgasm hit her. She screamed and writhed and Jude gritted his teeth as he watched her pleasure.

When the undulations of Q’s body stopped and she was standing there swaying and panting and coming down from the high of the orgasm, he stood.

“Good girl,” he said to Sabrina. “Stay on your knees a bit longer. I’ll be back.”

He took Q by the leash and, with one hand on her bound arms, guiding her, led her to below one of the dangling ropes. Unlike on other days, she gave him no trouble as he linked her wrist cuffs to the rope above.

His hand on the angle of neck and shoulder, he bent till his lips were on her ear. “Was that good?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

“Excellent. Now though, I’m going to make you pay for it.”

Her head turned and he saw the fire in her eyes.

“You’re so transparent, Q. Don’t hope too much. I may get you dripping wet, but this will hurt.”

She watched carefully as he backed away.

“We need Sabrina, though.” He turned-on his heel and stalked back to her.

A few minutes after, she too was secured with her hands above. From the bags he took out her little costume and the broad leather belt then he collected the crop and a few other things, and walked back with his attention completely on her. “I feel like dressing you up.”

“Is it pretty, Sir?” She wrapped her hands in the rope, and raised a skeptical eyebrow.

When he shook out the little black lace skirt and let the bra dangle she barely caught her frown before it spread.