Page 84 of The Dom with a Safeword

Jude rubbed his chin. Should he stop her? No. This was way too entertaining. He merely raised his eyebrows.

Q glared. “Listen, evil brat, go down on me or I’ll hide your vibrator and tease you for a week.”

When Sabrina still hesitated, he snorted. “Enough. Do it.”

The sight of Sabrina with her mouth buried in Q’s pussy, pleasuring her, made his cock rise to attention. Within seconds, Q gasped and stiffened and came. When Sabrina kept sucking she writhed again, and squealed. Clearly she was still coming. He ripped open a condom and put it on. Reaching down, he worked a finger into Q’s slit from behind, before sliding the finger in and out a few times. Fuck. He growled, then crouched and picked Q up, leaned her over the side of the couch and plunged into her.

Her screams of ecstasy as he worked inside her…god, if that didn’t do it…the second time he usually took longer. Not this time. Wet, hot and so ready – Q might have been a little volcano. His last thrust as he came shoved her face first into the couch. From her cry, and panting moans, she didn’t mind.

Exhausted, it took him a minute to recover. This time all the cuffs and straps came off. Q rested on the couch on wobbly hands and knees. Her muscles trembled. He sat beside her and pulled her a little nearer.

“That was awesome,” Sabrina whispered. Eyes bright as a robin’s, with her elbows on the couch’s edge, she brushed Q’s hair back and kissed her cheek. “Did I do it right?”

“Yes.” Q weakly patted Sabrina. “You did.”

Why did his chest ache whenever he saw them like this? Surely this was just BDSM and sex? Because he wondered if they felt the same about him? Get a grip. Fantasy – pure fantasyland. “You two may kill me if this keeps up.”

“Yeah?” Palm outward, Sabrina pretended to swipe something across in the air. “Wild girls kill old man with kinky sex. I can see the headlines now.”

The smack as his hand cracked on her ass echoed. So did her squeal.

“Ow!” She massaged her butt.

“You never learn.” He shook his head. “Naughty girl.”

She kissed his knee then smirked. “You like it.”

“Just wait, little girl.” Q groaned and shifted to cuddle up next to him. “After you teasing me, I aim to personally deliver more smacks later. Since our Dom is too old to.”

He rolled his eyes, and pinched Q. It was impossible not to smile though.

Funny, but he did love the two of them and their antics. Who’d have predicted that? For a moment he imagined what it would be like if they could stay together. If he could live here, find some way of making money. If they really loved him back. If he didn’t have the weight of his father’s lifetime expectations on his shoulders. So many fucking ifs.

Such a mess. He stared at nothing while he tried to sort it out in a way that made sense. For starters, he didn’t know for sure if they loved him back, and he wasn’t totally sure this “love” wasn’t just some cranked-up outcome from getting laid too often. He almost laughed at that. But…if he wanted to give it a try, he’d risk it and ask them, wouldn’t he? Then what? Get them to move in at medical school? No. Not happening. Maybe they could visit each other and keep in touch?

He couldn’t pull out of school. His father’s wishes made him clog up inside with a gutful of sadness when he thought of going against them. Betrayal was the word that came to him – a terrible betrayal of his father’s love to back out now. Medicine was a wonderful career. Tuition covered by his parents, the fast track to a good job that made a shitload of money…his path was laid out before him and all he had to do was reach out and take it. Only an idiot would walk away from that. Only a coward would toss in his dad’s dreams when the man couldn’t speak up anymore… When he couldn’t get Jude to sit down for that heart to heart talk.

The image of the hospital bed sprang into his mind, of all that waiting they’d done…weeks of it.

Fuck.

And the other side of it – how many polyamorous triads did he know in the kink community? Two, maybe, that were stable? Jealousy and time and human frailty tore apart most threesomes. It was an eternal juggling act. Sabrina, for one, was already struggling with her sexuality. He’d never thought himself a cruel man and subjecting the girls to all the guaranteed uncertainty only to end in tears and broken hearts – he couldn’t do that to them.

He sighed and pulled them closer. When they both rested their heads in his lap, he stroked their hair, watching Sabrina’s blonde locks overlay the black of Q’s. Fredrick had assured him that Nico was blacklisted unless he behaved. It was the best he could do without involving the police. Tomorrow, they’d be going back to their apartment. Damn, he was going to be sad when this ended.

Chapter 15

Sabrina

“Do I look okay?” Sabrina turned a circle in front of Q. She’d selected the nearly sheer peach-colored knee-length dress for the way it blended into her suntanned skin, making her look almost nude. Showing off to Q like this might have been asking for trouble, but she smirked and did it anyway.

Q’s eyes darkened as her gaze slid over Sabrina’s curves slowly, head to toe then back up again. “Mmmm,” she murmured. “Jude’s going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.” She reached out and tucked a tendril of hair back in Sabrina’s up-do. “I know I am.”

Then Q slid her hand down over Sabrina’s collarbone while her other hand touched Sabrina’s thigh. The hand on her thigh moved higher and slipped under her skirt. Sabrina moaned.

“Q.” It was a soft plea, though she didn’t know for what.

A hard knock at the door startled both of them. “That’ll be Jude,” Sabrina said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She’d missed Jude the last work week but part of her wanted to finish what Q had just started.