The Dom With a Safeword (24 page)

“Well, maybe we’ll just wait until tomorrow or something? Come on! Don’t ruin it.”

She sighed. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“Do you take payment in orgasms?” she asked with a smirk. The words left her mouth just as a young woman rounded the corner from the bathroom. The girl’s eyes went huge and she hurried off toward the common area.

Sabrina and Q both howled with laughter, leaning on each other and the wall for support. When they’d calmed down they walked back to Jude, checking each other’s make-up and giggling intermittently.

His friend Jon was nowhere to be seen. Jude grinned at them. “That took forever! Was the line long or did you two make out in the bathroom?”

“Line, unfortunately,” Sabrina replied. “Where’d Jon go?”

“His mousy little girlfriend just came running up to us and dragged him out the door. Said something about this place being full of sex-crazed perverts.” He caught their expressions and raised his eyebrows.

“I’ll explain later,” Q said, holding back more giggles.

He handed them their fresh drinks and they took up their harem girl poses again. “So did we entertain you with our dancing, oh
Domly
one?” Sabrina batted her eyelashes at him.

“If by ‘entertain’ you mean have to work diligently to hide my hard-on from a roomful of people, then yes, I was entertained. Lucky for me every other guy in here was having the same problem, so no one came by to tease me about it. I have the feeling that Jon’s girlfriend isn’t going to make it all the way home before they pull over somewhere. Poor girl.” He paused, and with a wink he grabbed Q’s whiskey and took a sip. “Watching you dance together was very enlightening.”

“How so?” asked Sabrina.

He handed Q’s drink back and took his time answering. “Well… you, for instance,” he looked at Sabrina “show yourself off to Q constantly.”

“I do?” Her big eyes were the picture of innocence.

Grinning, Jude nodded. “Watching the body language between the two of you is like watching the Discovery Channel. You walk into a room, acting completely oblivious to Q but
making sure she notices you. She pretends not to watch you, but is patiently waiting for the chance to take down her prey.”

Q arched a brow at him as Sabrina sputtered in indignation. “So I’m a predator?”

“A very patient one, apparently. The most dangerous kind.”

“I’m not some sort of innocent little bunny here!” Sabrina snapped. “I’m not Q’s level of
badassian
, but I do okay for myself.”

“You’re like a little fluffy bunny with fangs,” Q said, trying her best not to smirk.

Jude grabbed Sabrina and pulled her into his lap, pinning her arms behind her back and presenting her to Q. The little t-shirt pulled tightly across Sabrina’s full breasts made Q lick her lips.

“See that face?” Jude pointed at Q. “Only you do that to her, Sabrina. That’s a powerful thing, and you know it.”

“Shut up!” Sabrina laughed. Jude let her arms go and she smacked his chest, but she didn’t deny it. “You were supposed to be entertained, not sit here analyzing us.”

“Watching you and analyzing you were both quite entertaining,” he reassured. “I’m a good multi-
tasker
.”

“A good multi-
tasker
, are you?” Q questioned. She forced dark thoughts of
Nico
and servitude out of her head and focused her attention on the two people who made her feel like things were right in the world. With them she felt fun, pretty, and smart – more so than she ever had in her life. With them, she felt like a person instead of a freak.

“Yes,” replied Jude cheerfully. “Finish your drinks and I’ll take you home and show you what I can do, my sweet girls. And, in case I forget to untie you, what would you like for breakfast?”

Chapter 12

Sabrina

The rush of waves hitting the shore was like a flashback to Sabrina’s childhood. Long hours spent digging trenches in the sand and filling them with crabs and shells. She smiled, watching the water glisten in the last couple hours of sunshine.

It was just about dinnertime so most of the beach-goers were packing up and heading home. Flip flops in one hand, her bare feet sinking in the sand, she made her way toward the line of rocks jutting out in the water.

“There’s an art to walking in sand, isn’t there?” Jude said from behind her.

She spun to face him and laughed. Poor Jude – born and raised inland, away from the beauty of the coastline. He was struggling to keep up, trudging through the sand with his sneakers on. “Take your shoes off, silly.”

He sighed. “Is the sand hot?”

“A little. You get used to it.” She watched him balance on one foot while taking one shoe off then switching. “Hurry up. I know of a little spot just beyond those rocks that should be less crowded.”

“How will Q find us?”

“I’ve taken her there before and I texted her on my way here. She shouldn’t be long. The bride she was shooting turned out to be a
Bridezilla
and had a tantrum about the flowers so the wedding ran late.”

Jude chuckled then made his way toward her, smoother without the cumbersome shoes. “Poor Q. She must be out of her mind dealing with that.”

“Yeah. She hates that kind of drama. But maybe she’ll have a funny story for us when she gets here.” Sabrina grabbed his hand and walked him toward her spot. “Come on. It’s easier without shoes, right?”

“Yes. Thanks for the tip.”

“I don’t know why you’d wear sneakers to the beach anyway. Beaches are for flip flops. You’re just like Q. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in a bathing suit. Jeans. Who wears jeans to the beach?”

Jude laughed. “She’s one of a kind.”

“Yes,” she said on a sigh then kicked herself for sounding so damn wistful. Like a love-sick puppy. How silly. It was just Q – her best friend for the past five years.

“I’m surprised you’re not prancing around in a little bikini, Sabrina girl.” He gave her body an appreciative glance.

She scoffed. “I’m not a show-off!” Not in the mood for a swim, she’d opted for a
flowy
spaghetti strap dress with a blue-and
-purple pattern that afternoon.

“No, but you enjoy teasing Q.” One side of his mouth curved up into a smile. “Naughty girl. No one would guess you were straight.”

He was the one teasing but it struck a little too close to home. She flushed then stared down at the sand. She
was
straight, wasn’t she? It wasn’t as if she lusted after other women. Only Q. Could someone be bi for one person only? What a ridiculous notion. A squeeze of her hand pulled her attention back to Jude.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m kidding. Don’t worry so much. Not everyone fits into a box, you know.”

She mumbled an agreement but felt her mood dampen. They made it to the small peninsula of rocks. “Be careful climbing. It can be slippery on the mossy parts.” Low tide used to be her favorite time at the beach. Good for hunting crabs and poking jellyfish.

They climbed carefully over the boulders. “Now this would’ve been easier with sneakers,” he said.

She giggled. “
Wuss
.”

“Did you just call your Dom a
wuss
?” he asked in mock disapproval. “Not smart. You’ll pay for that later.”

“It’s alright. I’m banking on your poor memory. You forgot Q’s smartass comment the other day when we played. And you swore earlier she’d pay for that too.”

She paused at the top of the rock pile and looked back. Jude looked puzzled. “What smartass comment?”

Should she remind him and get Q in trouble? The writing assignment Q made her do last week came to mind. Writing out her fantasies in detail? So embarrassing! “She said you needed to get on an aerobics program and the little blue pill to keep up with us.”

He thought for a moment. “Oh yeah. Well, now I owe you both. Remind me if I forget.”

“Yeah.” She snorted. “Cause that’s in my best interest.”

Suddenly, he jumped toward her and landed on her rock, crowding her until she slipped backward with a yelp. Strong arms caught her before she fell, but he didn’t set her right. He held her suspended, just a little off balance so she had to depend on him to stay upright. Frantically, she grasped his shoulders and held them hard.

“You better make sure your mouth doesn’t write checks your ass doesn’t want to cash,” he growled. He narrowed his eyes and added, “Or maybe I should spank you right here. Is that what you’re asking for?”

She shook her head, terrified at the idea. In front of Q was one thing, but there were still stragglers on the beach that could see them. “No.”

“No, what?”

Her throat closed up. She swallowed hard. “No, Sir.”

A smile then he kissed her lips. Hard and panty-melting, but he stopped too soon. “That’s my good girl.”

Setting her right again, he steadied her ‘til she got her bearings. “Now be nice,” he said and gave her
ass
a swat.

She slowed her heavy breaths. God he could make her hot so fast. Maybe she could entice them back to the house to play earlier. Her insides already felt warm and her clit throbbed in time with her pounding heart.

“Hey!” Q called from behind them. “Wait for me.”

Sabrina turned to see Q jogging toward them across the beach. Oh great. Now she had to try to suppress her sexual appetite with
two
Doms
. Q was just as adept at getting her turned on as Jude was. And, despite Jude having called Sabrina a tease, Q was as bad, or worse.

“It’s Brat one,” Jude said with a smile at Q. “Come on up, sweetheart.” He held out a hand to help Q up the rocks but she ignored it, quickly making her way up on her own.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, a little out of breath.

“No problem.” Jude gestured to the other side of the rocks. “Sabrina was just taking me to a secluded part of the beach. Can we really trust her though? She’s small but has a vicious look about her in a scrappy kitten sort of way.” He flashed a dimple. “Is it a good idea to follow her to a mysterious place away from any witnesses?”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Ha, ha. If I wanted to murder you, I’d have done it while you were sleeping. I often sit up at night and watch you.” She pointed to Jude. “You snore. And you,” she motioned to Q, “you talk in your sleep.”

Q’s eyes widened. “What do I say?”

She bit back a grin then raised her voice an octave in a silly girly voice. “Oh, Jude. Sex me up, baby! Oh yes, feed my disturbing need for violence!”

Jude chuckled. “Nice.”

“Sex me up?” Q arched a brow. “Who even says that?”

“Nineties pop songs. Can we go?” She gestured impatiently down the rocks.

“Go on,” Jude said. “Lead us to your beach sex cave.”

Q and Sabrina laughed then the three carefully made their way down the rocks. Back on the sand, Sabrina walked closer to the water, enjoying the cool wetness on the bottom of her feet. Despite the beach breeze, it still felt muggy. Her dress clung to her body and she fought the urge to strip it off and go for a swim. Maybe she should have put on her bikini instead of the fancy bra and underwear set.

She looked back at Jude and Q, walking arm in arm and smiled. So cute. She didn’t even feel a twinge of jealousy. She’d always been the jealous type so it surprised her. But with Jude and Q…she didn’t know exactly…the three of them just fit. Though the
Nico
thing was getting on her nerves. It terrified her to think that Q might give in and go back to him. For some reason, Q seemed to nee
d a man in her life frequently
. What would happen when Jude left after the summer? Her heart ached for a moment but she pushed it away. Enjoy their time now. That was all she could do. What future did she have with two lovers anyway?

Ugh. She wished it wasn’t so hot. And Q was wearing jeans again! She stopped and waited for them to catch up. “I can’t even look at you in those jeans,” she said to Q when they came close. “Aren’t you hot? What happened to the shorts I made you?”

“They got paint on them. And I’m used to wearing jeans. It’s not a big deal.”

A thought came to mind. “What do you have underneath them?”

“Underwear, of course.”

“What kind? They might look like bikini bottoms.”

“They don’t,” she answered too quickly.

Sabrina sidled up to her with a sly smile. “Let me see.” She placed her hands in the waistband of her pants and undid the button.

A soft grunt left Q’s lips and she grabbed Sabrina’s hands. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

Jude stepped in. “Not a bad idea. Take them off Q.”

Q let go of Sabrina and faced Jude. “You take them off.”

Oh boy.

A fleeting look of amusement crossed Jude’s face before he traded it for a stern glare. “Brat.”

A second later, Q fled. Jude followed her. Sabrina watched with an equal sense of humor and trepidation for her friend’s fate – though she’d asked for it. Typical Q.