The Dom With a Safeword (13 page)

“Should we put out a lava lamp too?” Q said with a smirk. “Maybe we’d channel some hippie ghosts.”

Jude laughed.

Sabrina bit back a chuckle in favor of a scowl. “I’ll do this alone if you’re not going to take this seriously.”

“No,” they both said in unison.

“Keep going,” Q urged. “We’re just being silly.”

“Sorry.” Jude cleared his throat, as if choking back another laugh. “We’ll behave.”

Q’s gaze snapped to his face. “I never promised that.”

He arched a brow. “Do you need a lesson in manners already?”

What the hell were they talking about? They stared each other down, Q’s eyes gleaming and Jude returning her saucy glare. He shifted his body to stand straighter.

“You did say you could teach me,” Q answered huskily.

He snorted. “I don’t think you’re ready to go there tonight, pet.”

“I don’t think you have any idea what I’m ready for,” she sassed back.

Jude inhaled a sharp breath and –

“Stop!” Sabrina shouted. There was enough sexual tension in the room to choke any ghost that attempted to make contact. “Take your raging hormones elsewhere! You’re messing
with the energy of the room.” She turned on Q. “Let him make you his pet in the Closet
O’Kink
if that’s what you want. But leave so I can get started.”

It took a few seconds for Q to take her eyes off of Jude. “No. I’m not leaving you to contact the dead alone.”

Sabrina smirked. “Thought you didn’t believe in ghosts.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jude answered for her. “We’re doing this together.” He took a seat at one end of the table. Q sat at the other end. They both looked at her expectantly.

Sparks of unbridled lust sizzled between them, even a table length apart. This was never going to work. “I’m serious,” Sabrina told them. “I need your full cooperation or it won’t work. Positive energy. Open-mindedness and….and…all that shit.” She waved her hand vaguely in the air. Well, she was no expert.

“We’re ready,” Q said.

Sabrina gave her a skeptical look.

“Sit down, little girl,” she said, sternly.

“Not until I know you’re –”

“Sit. Down.” Jude’s voice had her butt in the chair in an instant.

Damn it! She really wished that would stop happening. With a sigh, she held out her hands, one toward Jude, one toward Q. “Hold hands. It will help channel our energy.”

They each grasped a hand – Q’s soft and familiar, Jude’s rough and masculine. It felt…nice. It was too bad there wasn’t a fourth to complete the circle. Though she was a Gemini – sign of the twins. Maybe that would help.

She closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath. “Oh spirits of the…um…house of Jude,” she winced at how amateur she sounded, “we humbly ask for your presence this evening.”

She paused. Silence.

The Idiots Guide to Holding a Séance
said she might feel movement in the room before hearing a voice – a sign that a spirit wanted to be reached. She waited, listening, feeling with all her senses. Nothing.

She tried again. “Benevolent spirits, if you are present, give us a sign.” The book said to let the energy run through her body, fluid like water, with no expectations, no boundaries. So she thought of water – flowing streams of energy and love and peace and…other good stuff that would bring the spirits forth. But the only thing she could feel was the sudden urge to pee.

Discouraged, she sighed and opened her eyes. Q and Jude both had theirs shut, and to her surprise, seemed focused on the event. A devilish thought came to mind.

Pushing back a grin, she slipped on a mask of sincerity. “Huh. I’m not getting any – whoa!” She gasped and squeezed Q and Jude’s hands.

Q’s eyes popped open. “What?”

“Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?” Jude asked, brows raised.

She shook her head, doing her best to look confused. “I don’t know. Energy or – shit!” She gasped and squeezed their hands tight.

“What!” Q shouted, sounding concerned.

“
Shh
!” Sabrina made her hands tremble against their
s, fighting hard not to giggle.

Q looked down at her hands. “Are you okay?”

“Oh my god! I can feel her.” She shook harder and added a little panic to her voice. “It’s Grace. I can’t believe it worked. She’s….” She crinkled her brow as if in concentration. “She’s…wailing. So much guilt.”

She peeked at her audience. Jude’s forehead creased and his lips pursed, making his chin dimple. They were buying it. Damn she was good. Those acting classes were really paying off.

Then her mask slipped. A little smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it. Q caught it and narrowed her eyes. Shit.

“Sabrina Romano!” she said, pulling her hand out of Sabrina’s grip. “Are you fucking with us?”

That was all Sabrina could take. A big burst of laughter came tumbling out of her mouth. Jude released her hand with a growl, but she couldn’t stop laughing. It went on and on until tears streamed down her face and her sides ached. Q’s disapproving frown slowed her down.

“I’m sorry,” she panted. “I just couldn’t resist. Did you see Jude’s face?” The chuckles faded and she wiped her eyes. “It was so adorable.”

Jude rubbed his hand over his mouth. Holding back a smile? Then he sat back in his chair, straight-faced again. Neither of them looked too pleased with her joke.

Q looked at Jude. “I think she deserves to be spanked.”

“What?” Sabrina almost shrieked.

“At the very least,” Jude agreed.

Somehow, none of it seemed funny anymore. She looked back and forth between the two. Q’s expression, she recognized. She was about to get all “little girl this and little girl that” on her.

“You’ve been asking for this, little girl,” she said.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “You guys are joking, right? You’re not really
gonna
…” She couldn’t even say the words.

Q arched a brow. “Did you agree to try this for the summer, Sabrina?”

There was that. “Well, yeah, but…” She was trapped – and not just by some stupid drunken agreement. Jude sat on her left, looking much larger tonight than usual, and Q on her right
, wearing her Bossy Pants face.

“Aw, hell.” She jumped up from her chair and booked it.

About three steps into her rush for the door, she was caught. A few seconds later, she found herself pinned, face down, bent over the table, Jude’s heavy body holding her down.

A harsh whisper tickled her ear. “Your
safeword
is ‘ghost’. Say it and we stop. No other word will work. Say yes if you understand.”

She blurted without thinking, “Yes.”

“What do you say if you want us to stop?” Jude asked again.

“Ghost.”

“Good girl.”

The small praise made her heart leap. Was she really going to do this? Let Q and Jude dominate her? Q made sense, in a way. They’d had this strange dynamic for a while now. She looked up at Jude from the corner of her eye. His Bossy Pants face was worse than Q’s. But at least Sabrina had known Q for more than five minutes.

She wiggled a little, testing his hold. Her arms were free and gripping the table cloth tight in her fists. One large male hand spanned her lower back, pressing down firmly but not painfully. The other hand was wrapped around the back of her neck. She could turn her head side to side, but couldn’t lift up. Though all her limbs were free, it still felt pretty damn confining.

Ghost. She stamped the word into her memory. She could always say ghost and she knew without a doubt, Q would make sure she was okay.

Q. Sabrina looked for her. She turned her head to the left and watched her approach. She stalked, just like the lioness Sabrina had pictured only a week ago. Her smug smirk made Sabrina’s insides clench in anticipation.

Q moved in behind her, out of Sabrina’s line of sight. She stared at the cracked paint on the wall, waiting. The light touch on the back of her dress made her jump. Q chuckled. The zipper sli
d down, exposing her bare back.

“Wait!” She tensed then tried to pull up. Jude leaned harder. Though she wore a bra, pretty soon she was going to be half-naked – she’d chosen to wear a thong so panty lines wouldn’t show. Stupid vanity. Half-naked? More like nine
tenths. And Jude was watching.

If she shouted “stop” or “ghost” would she upset Q? They’d barely begun and, in a way, she’d agreed to this. Wimping out so early seemed wrong.

“Wait, Q.” Jude’s terse order made Q falter then stop the slow descent of the zipper.

Relief filtered through Sabrina. She caught the tail end of a searching look Jude had sent her way.

Her heart thudded as they discussed her fate.

“Why? I thought I was in charge this time?”

“You are. But this isn’t the start of a race. Slow down. Let’s do it this way.”

Jude lifted his hand from her lower back and the spot felt suddenly cold. She almost complained but caught herself. No way would she give any indication she enjoyed this. When his hand came down again, she could tell he was gathering handfuls of her dress. Inexorably, like the raising of the curtain on a stage, he was hauling it up.

Then the hand dragging up her dress switched from hard and heavy, to a lighter grasp. Q had taken over the task while Jude went back to holding her down at neck and lower back. Her dress was staying on. The threat of sudden, terrible nakedness was gone.

Yet that hold of Jude’s on her – so firm, unrelenting, and male. His calluses rubbed her nape. He’d shown her such consideration without relinquishing a single bit of control. And without him speaking a word to her, she felt their connection sink in, from where his palm touched her skin, and spread through her flesh.

The hem of the dress reached her upper thighs. Trembling, she adjusted her grip on the tablecloth, and put her forehead to the cloth. If they looked, they’d see her thong was drenched.

A touch of cool night air hit her bared ass. So vulnerable.

Q came into her vision again. She looked down at Sabrina curiously.

Maybe she could appeal to her too-nice side.

“Q,” she said in a small voice. “Just…just be nice.”

Q smiled. A good sign, right? “I don’t think you really want me to be nice, little girl.”

Uh-oh. The thrilling meaning of those words quivered all the way to her bare toes. She clenched them into the cool timber floor, because squeezing her thighs together was too obvious.

“I’ve never seen you sexier than this. Waiting for me.” Q seemed fascinated with looking at her body. Her fingers touched Sabrina through the dress fabric, just above where Jude pressed on the small of her back. Q stroked her, shifting lower, and Sabrina shut her eyes. Her hand must have travelled over Jude’s then the touch returned on her naked flesh, stopping when Q reached the cleft of her ass. She drew little circles on Sabrina’s skin.

Warmth spread like a small wave, rippling between her legs, making her throb. Imagining where Q was looking, knowing where she was touching, and what she intended to do…Sabrina groaned and wriggled. The edge of the table was just too high for her clit to grind against.

At that Jude leaned in and nuzzled her ear then nipped her. The sharp pain made her
gasp. “Is she getting wet, Q?”

The grating rumble of his voice and the intimate question made everything so much hotter, sexier, and naughtier. She was ass up and pinned. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to. Limp, flattened onto the table, she heard her own harsh, wanting breaths. They might have weighed her down with stone.

“Let me check.”

No. No. She tried to move her hips away from Q, but couldn’t get far.

But Q’s fingers slipped under the thong and along her slit, gliding up and down as slickly as a tongue along melting ice cream.

She choked back a whimper.

“Yes.” Q stopped and Sabrina heard her swallow. “She’s very wet.”

“Good girl.” This time he kissed her hair and breathed on her for a while as his big hand massaged her nape. “Now spank her. And if she’s really good and doesn’t make too much noise, we’ll take off her underwear.”

Oh fuck. Did she want this? Sabrina tongued her lip. Being silent had taken on a heavy significance. If she was quiet, they’d make her naked.

There was hesitation in the air. At the back of her mind Sabrina knew Q was tussling over saying she was in charge again, but the hand moved from between her legs, cupped one globe of her ass then lifted away.

The first smack alone reverberated deep down into her flesh, thrumming into her clit. Q hit her again and again. The slaps burned as they grew harder. Then Q paused and hit her in a different unexpected spot. Though she whimpered and tried to curve her back to the side, Q steadied her with a hand on her hip. And
Jude held her down even harder.

Ghost. Ghost. She could use that if she wanted to.

More smacks, more force, more throbbing.