Page 82 of The Dom with a Safeword

Sabrina sighed. “Sir. I have a thing about only wearing what suits my complexion. And that’s like slutty vampire slut gear. I’m really not feeling all that undead today.”

He swallowed the laughter, let the ball gag uncurl from his hand. “Whatever made me think I’d need this?”

“Nooo.”

“Yes.”

Though she ducked away as far as the rope would let her he caught her and popped in the gag.

The little skirt when he wriggled it up her legs sat on her hips, so short it revealed her ass. He loved it. The matching see-through bra was strapless and he did up the clasp then made sure her breasts sat with her nipples framed in the openings. He kissed each, once.

“Beautiful. Watch while I do things to Q. But, come to think of it…now I have you all tied up…” Like he had before, he played with her breasts and her pussy, even put his mouth to each nipple and sucked a while. When he had her screwing her toes into the floor, he stopped. “There. Now you know how you make Q feel, most days. Tease.”

He circled her, cruised his palm over her ass. “I can’t pass this up. If I put one hand here…” He cupped her pussy with the heel of his hand on her clit. This would do it for her. He spanked her hard, six times on one cheek, then ten on the other.

Her muffled groans came out past the gag. He started spanking her again, alternating ass cheeks, and kept going until she pressed herself rhythmically onto his hand. “There you go, pet. Now you’re extra hot.”

That made her growl indignantly.

He grinned. “You can learn how to wait. Waiting builds character.”

He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, did the same with his shoes. Then he admired his two captives, walking around them with crop and belt in hand. Sabrina and Q in ropes – two women he’d be happy just to watch if they passed him in the street, and here they were naked and bound, and with Sabrina’s little ass still bright red. Fucking gorgeous.

Today was a good day to be a Dom.

He ended his tour of them behind Q. The crop was first. He used it on Q’s thighs, where she loved it most – first the very end, and then the whippy shaft after she warmed up and could take more. Then the belt, hard and methodical. Then more of the crop. Every gasp, every tremble, every whimper, and every mark that appeared, he drank in with his eyes.

To give her a rest, and let her feel the change in sensations, he’d stop now and then to trace the damage with his fingertips, or draw a finger along her swollen pussy.

A final thwack with the crop made her clutch the rope with her fingers. Done. He smiled. His latest work of art.

Red welts from the belt stood out on her back. A few lines from the crop crossed her ass but most were lower. Lines of pink, and bright red, as well as few early bruises, marked her thighs where he’d hit. Too bad he didn’t have a cane to try on her. She’d probably love it. He’d never had a sub that liked this kind of pain. He wiped away sweat with his forearm then went to her and ran his thumb over her lower lip. Her whimpers and moans had again succeeded in making his cock hard as steel. She was standing, but swaying. Blue balls? Ha. His were probably purple.

“You ready to be fucked, little brat?”

He had to lean in close to hear her reply.

“Fuck, yes.” Though hazed with the delicious pain, her eyes pleaded softly. “Please, please, fuck me.”

He checked on Sabrina…who looked as turned on as he was. The gag, maybe he should remove it? Just in case he lost concentration. After taking off his pants and throwing them over near his shoes, he went and removed the gag.

As he walked away, she called to him. He spun around and noticed her gaze on his cock.

“Can I be first Sir? I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me now.”

“Not yet. Be good, pet.”

“Sir. Please,” she asked quietly. “I’ll do anything.”

“Really?” He studied her. If she bratted more, he’d put the gag back in, but for once she didn’t say a word. Her glum resigned expression almost made him choke with laughter. Talk about fishing for attention. But, he looked at the two of them. Q was desperate, as she always was after being beaten. But one of Q’s kinks was a love for being frustrated.

He stalked to Q, freed her then pulled loose the leash from where he’d tucked it under a strap. “Come.”

When they reached Sabrina, he made her wait while he retrieved a condom and a pillow then had her kneel in front of Sabrina. She hadn’t complained, but he explained anyway.

“You’re going to lick her,” he told Q, gesturing at Sabrina, “while I fuck her.”

Despite her own needs Q looked pleased. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a rasp. She’d screamed a lot.