The Dom With a Safeword (14 page)

The burning heated her down there and merged, making her lower body one big molten ache.

“You can do it,” Q murmured. “Stay quiet, and I’ll take off your thong. Stay quiet and I’ll put my mouth there. Three more.”

Her mouth? Sabrina’s eyes sprang open, and she saw Jude looking back at her. Oh god. Mouth meant tongue…lips.

He smiled the smallest amount, pressed his finger and thumb in on the sides of her neck. “I’m not letting you go.” Now she was utterly surrounded by him, controlled.
And I love it.

Smack.
She gasped and her mouth stayed open…because he was watching her lips. Two more harder-than-hell smacks and she still lay there, trembling, breathing raggedly, and locked into Jude’s gaze.

“Done. You’re such a good pet.” His thumb stroked at the angle of her jaw. “Take them off. I want to see her come.”

There was no hesitation this time – Q hooked her fingers beneath Sabrina’s thong and began to pull them down. Her weight made the thong gather between her skin and the table. “Lift up, Sabrina.”

She blinked. Helping them undress her seemed wrong. When she waited a few seconds before raising herself only a tiny
amount, Jude narrowed his eyes.

He glanced down. “More.”

She frowned, sucked in her lip. Q was going to do things to her. Fantasy was one thing…

“More,” Q growled, smacking her ass hard enough to make her squeak.

“
Ow
!” Instinctively she tried to edge away.

But Jude held her. His grip allowed zero movement, she could onl
y squirm and rise up on tiptoe.

Then Q leaned on her too.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

At that Q bit her left butt cheek. “Mine.” She moved and bit again and stayed there with teeth fastened into her.

There were so many places they held her down, and made her theirs, and where Q bit was such an exquisite point of pain that it seemed to nail her down like…like…

“
Ohhh
,” she groaned softly, relaxing every muscle. S
he was their plaything. Theirs.

When Q released her, she begged with her eyes even as Jude went back to caressing her with his thumb.

“You liked that.” His blue eyes seemed as intense as a surgeon’s might be while he decided precisely where to cut next.

The thong was at her ankles. Q grasped each ankle to make her lift her feet. It was whisked away. Naked.

Jude kissed her cheek. “You’re teaching me. I’m learning what you like.” He looked away. “Take off your t-shirt, Q, before you go down on her.”

Both determination and challenge came through in Q’s words. “No, sunshine.
I’m not doing that. Not today.”

Her friend must be kneeling between her legs. She’d spread her legs without thinking. Q would be looking at her, at her wetness. She’d never, ever, let her… Sabrina inhaled and tried to close her legs.

“No,” Q snapped and her hands were on Sabrina’s inner thighs stopping her. “I want to look at you.”

She huffed, quivering, feeling her pussy clench inward, and all because the idea of Q looking at her there had sent her arousal soaring. She let Q hold her open, and closed her eyes. Heat seeped through her, and she became wetter with every passing moment. She held onto the tablecloth like it might save her from some awful fate. Maybe from being licked and sucked and
orgasmed
to death?

Fuck. She so wanted to come.

“Wait there.” Jude said gruffly. “Don’t move.” He released her and walked away.

“Can’t,” she whispered belatedly, to no one, choking on the word. Lightning had hit. Q had touched her and now stroked her with a fingertip, lightly. Up, down, and each time she stroked, she spread Sabrina’s lips the littlest amount more.

In the distance a drawer opened and shut. She heard the tread of Jude returning.

Q took away her finger.
Gah
! She curled her toes on the floor, wanting her back but not wanting to say.

“What are you doing?” Q asked.

“This.” Jude was on the opposite side of the table. He took each of Sabrina’s hands and wrapped the wrist cuffs about them, giving her little reassuring smiles now and then as she stared at what he did. “I’m tying you to the table. So I have my hands free to do other things. Don’t worry. Q will be loose.”

Dazed, she merely whispered, “Oh.” And she tried to ignore Q, her friend and predator, who waited to do wicked things between her legs. She should be worried if he tied them both up, shouldn’t she? She gulped, and let him clip her wrists together, let him attach a rope and pull it taut so her arms were dragged out straight above her head. He knotted the end of the rope to something below her vision, at the other side of the table.

Then he stalked back around to the other side where Q must be kneeling. She strained to see. He stood there in his sexy black jeans and shirt. He placed a hand on her ass, stroked her, stirring up yet more heat. She’d be so swollen down there. She wanted them to touch her, wanted…

She wiggled her butt, vying for their attention.

They ignored her.

“What did you tie that to?” Q asked.

“A metal ring. I have them here and there. I learned a long time ago to make sure my furniture has multiple uses.”

“What a resourceful man,” Q said in a dryly amused tone.

“Yes. I’m also a man who knows when a sub needs more.”

What the hell were they doing? Discussing furniture? She was going to combust. She wriggled some more and moaned. Jude only planted his palm on her harder and fastened her butt to the table.

“More? More what?”

Uh-oh. Q seemed to be daring him.

She peeked out the corners of her eyes.

“Is this a designer shirt? A favorite?” He fingered the sleeve of Q’s black shirt.

“No.” She began to rise from her crouch.

He let her but slid his hand up into her hair and crunched a hold among her
black locks that made her gasp.

Neck craned back by his tight grip, Q protested. “What the hell are you…”

His head angled, Jude hit her with a kiss so brutal, Sabrina gasped at the same time as Q did. Only Q’s gasp was muffled by Jude’s mouth. There were kisses and there were
kisses
, and this one would have rated as assault with a deadly weapon if reported to the police.

Wow. Mouth open and with her wrists still tied, Sabrina watched, feeling like a spectator to a force of nature ripping apart a house all the way down to its foundations.

When Q brought her hands up to his face, Jude snared one of them and took it behind her. With her wrist still grasped there, he dragged her up against him. Q clawed her fingers into his biceps and took what he gave her, while he kissed her and bit and tongued her mouth and neck.

Q groaned softly, “No, no, no,” before she at last fell silent and sagged in his arms, as pliable as a rag doll. More bites, more owning kisses then he drew back. He panted and stared down at Q in a way that made Sabrina want to
be
her. If he could kiss like that…
oh my god
.

Q half-opened her eyes and waited, looking downward.

“Now.” Jude bent his head to ear level and said in a harsh whisper, “Stand still. These don’t rip easily but I don’t fucking care if that happens.” Then he let Q go and hauled her shirt off over her head. “If you sass me again, I’ll put cuffs on you and make you go down on Sabrina without touching her with your hands. She might be yours, but while this arrangement stands –” He grabbed her and shook her a little as he spoke the next words “– you are mine. Got that, Q
?”

Wow again. She’d never ever seen Q cowed. She swallowed before she spoke quietly. “Yes.”

He paused, running his fingers up Q’s
cyborg
sleeve, over the shoulder piece, to where it twined down the side of her ribs and waist.  Sabrina could almost hear him wondering how far past the waistband of her jeans it went.

“Good. On your knees.” He pushed her down and unzipped his jeans. He pushed the jeans down until his erection sprang free.

Jude caressed the top of her head until Q sighed and peered up at him. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Q’s voice shook.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and groaned. Maybe if she whimpered someone might do her? But as she opened her mouth and uttered a single syllable, Jude whacked her hard, again. She yelped and bit back a grumble.

“Quiet,” he murmured.

With his fist wrapped in Q’s hair he brought her to his cock and slid the tip, then another few inches, into her open mouth.

The way his shaft plunged between her lips, the little grunts Q made and the sheer dominance in the act was so erotic that Sabrina’s clit swelled. She sighed and fought not to whimper.

After several more long thrusts that left Jude pink in the face but Q even redder and breathing hard, he stopped. He withdrew from her mouth and zipped himself up. The look of disappointment on Q’s face made it hard not to smirk and giggle, but she managed. They’d left her alone a while but she was still tied down and helpless.

“Me now,
pleeese
,” she said quietly and in her most begging voice. They both looked at her. “I’m so horny I could hump the table.”

Jude grinned but shot her an evil glare. “Between the two of you brats I’m going to have my hands full.”

This time the snicker escaped. “I’m the good one though.”

“Are not.” Q’s mouth curved in a lopsided smile. “She’s the –” Casually, Jude had reached out and grabbed her hair again without sparing Q more than a glance. Q’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Shush. She’s right. You’re brattier.” He tightened his hold a smidgeon. “Sabrina, you’re going to behave, aren’t you? I don’t need to punish you? Though I can see you like spanking, I assure you I can make it Much. More. Painful.” The grin faded and he cocked an eyebrow.

She gulped. She could hear her heart beating, could feel the stretch of the rope on the cuffs, and the coolness on her pussy. Before she could squeeze out a word, he placed his palm on top of her ass then wriggled his thumb in her moisture until it sat between her lower lips, and right over her entrance.

She exhaled and made a little sound of pleasure, praying he’d move that thumb even deeper. “I’ll behave, Jude.”

“I thought so. Keep your legs apart. Q is going to take off her jeans and then make you come. Now.”

She shut her eyes and so could only listen to the sound of Q unzipping her jeans and slithering out of them. Without sight, the feel of his thumb was making her pussy beat in time with her heart. When he started to move the tip in and out, she opened her mouth and took some sharp breaths.

“Have you ever had a woman touch you down there, little one?” he asked.

“No.” She put her forehead down and arched her back. “No…I haven’t.” Something softly wet and hot brushed across her clit and another hand pulled her lips wider as Jude took his away.

“Then I’ll enjoy watching Q defile you.”

“I…oh, god.” That was Q’s tongue dancing atop her clit, doing lovely long licks and dabs. “God…I don’t…
mmm
… care.” The words tumbled out as she concentrated on what was happening below.

From the thump and slide of cloth on the table and the body warmth, Jude had perched himself beside her. His thigh shifted up against her body. She turned her head and found his hand at her lips. Q toyed with her – flicking her tongue across or sucking, then waiting while her hand held Sabrina’s pussy as wide open as it would go. And then…then her tongue dipped inside there too. She wriggled and groaned, trying to somehow get that tongue in deeper, which only made Q chuckle. The cuffs stopped her from reaching back and pulling Q in closer. But she squirmed anyway. Q withdrew that teasing tongue and poised her fingers where tongue had been.

Then her whole mouth settled over Sabrina’s clit and sucked the little nub inside right up against that evil tongue.

“Oh.” She raised her head. “
Ohhhh
, fuck.” The pressure inside her built and subsided in waves – cramming her full then lessening.

At the same time as Q worked her forge-hot tongue all around her clit and sucked and sucked, she coaxed two fingers up inside her and began to pump them slowly in and out.

“Oh my god!” Sabrina sobbed. Almost there…almost… She rocked her groin, tightened her thighs on Q, flexing.

And that was when Jude chose to V his hand over her neck and pull her to him for a deep kiss. Confusion, heat, and the glorious wet sucking made everything wrench together. Pleasure
ruptured inwards. Eyes jammed shut, she strained with every muscle of her toes and legs, shuddering at Q’s mouth and groaning into Jude’s as the orgasm overtook her, shook her, and slowly, ever so slowly, wrung her dry.

Panting, she let Jude tuck her into his chest and arm, pat her head and murmur sweet words against her hair.

When they freed her from the cuffs, she only lay there on the hard table, curled up on the crumpled tablecloth. She filled her lungs with air then exhaled, while her eyelids flickered at the mind-blowing memories of her Q-induced orgasm. She didn’t want to move.