The Dom With a Safeword (33 page)

“Stop,” she complained feebly. “I look like an idiot.”

“No, you don’t,” Q and Jude replied in unison.

“Stand up for a second.” She got Jude to help her turn the chaise lounge so that the back of it was facing the camera. Q took Sabrina by the arm, led her to the couch and placed her hands on the top near the higher end. She moved Sabrina’s feet back until her ass was practically sending the camera love letters.

“What? No,” Sabrina complained, her shifting feet only serving to draw more attention to her luscious ass. But she didn’t move or cover herself. Or
safeword
. Q took several shots with Sabrina’s ass forefront, her expression pouty as she looked at Q over her shoulder. At Q’s side, Jude sighed blissfully, sounding like he’d found heaven.

“She’s so
spankable
,” Jude said admiringly. “A Dom’s wet dream.”

Q nodded in agreement. “She walks around the apartment in these tiny little towels, the bottom of her cheeks hanging out. Like she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me. At least now if she does it, she knows I’ll bite her.”

A whimper from Sabrina got their attention. “You bite it too hard, Q. And quit talking about me as if I can’t hear you!” She tried to get up.

“Stay!” they both growled.

“You know what this shot is missing?” Q asked.

“It needs a litt
le color, I think,” he replied.

They smiled at each other and he stalked back to Sabrina. He raised his hand high then brought it down hard – the slap echoing loudly in the large room. Sabrina screeched, and stomped her foot. The glare she gave Jude was priceless. Q could almost see the red print throbbing on Sabrina’s ass – Jude’s fingers and thumb all in bright scarlet relief on her pretty white backside. Q’s camera had started clicking as the blow descended, so she’d captured images of the hulking man menacing the dainty girl. In the final frames, Sabrina’s marked
ass
was the focal point, the pain and pleasure on her face its accent. She flipped back through the shots and was caught between wishing she was Jude and wishing she was Sabrina.

“Good?” asked Jude.

“Yes, several. We could easily sell these as cover photos.” She smirked.

“Ghost!” Sabrina squeaked.

Q chuckled. “I would never sell these, little girl. Jeez, next thing you know you’ll
safeword
for having to do dishes.
Safewords
are for emergencies.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not funny. Can I move now? I’m getting tired of standing like this.”

“Sure,” said Q. “Kneel on the floor and put your hands behind your head.”

Sabrina balked.

“Now!”

Looking startled, she knelt on the floor. Q strolled over, unhooked Sabrina’s bra and slid it down her arms, then pulled the girl’s hands into position. Her breasts thrust up and out. Q crouched beside her. She bit firmly at one nipple then the other, and then sucked them until Sabrina mewled.

She stood back with Jude and looked down at her. Sabrina squirmed in place, looking up miserably at the pair of them. Poor kitten. It must have been hard having two
Doms
.

“Are you wet, Sabrina?” Jude asked.

“Why don’t you check and find out?” she snapped. “Sir.”

He tapped Sabrina’s face lightly with his fingers – a mockery of a slap. She blinked furiously then her eyes widened in shock. She gulped.

“What did I tell you about sassing us?” he demanded.

Her skin reddened. She squirmed. “Sorry, Sir.”

Jude nodded and got down in front of her while Q went behind. They ran their hands over her body, exploring with gentle fingers. As Q nudged aside her tiny thong and probed the wetness between Sabrina’s thighs, her fingers bumped into Jude’s where he toyed with her clit. Q coaxed a finger into her, stroking with a slowness she knew Sabrina would find frustrating. She fastened her mouth onto the back of her neck, biting and sucking hard. Jude’s head lowered and he latched onto Sabrina’s nipple.

Her breathing was erratic and labored, her moans getting progressively higher pitched as she got to the precipice. Before she went over the edge, both of them stopped and stood, looking down at her again. The scream of frustration was pure desperation. A couple of tears streaked down her face.

“Please, let me come?” she begged, brown eyes round and pitiful. She had managed not to lower her arms, and her tits still thrust forward, nipples shiny from Jude’s attentions.

Q fought the urge to lay her back on the couch and suck her clit into her mouth. Hearing and feeling Sabrina come was even better than having an orgasm herself. Instead, she caught Sabrina’s gaze and smirked then suggestively licked her bottom lip. Sabrina eyed her mouth as though just watching it in action might be enough to give her relief.

She snapped a few pictures before Sabrina came to her senses.

They posed her in a few more positions, alternating between staring at her and touching her. Jude stripped her of her panties at one poin
t. Eventually she’d had enough.

Q had used a wide white ribbon to tie her wrists behind her and she was standing, looking over her shoulder at them. “How come you don’t have to be in any of these, Q?” she grumbled, not that she’d bu
dged from where they’d put her.

“Because I’m the photographer,” she replied sardonically. “I’m also barely a sub, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Jude’s gaze swung to Q, and his brow arched. In two strides he was looming over her, making her feel little. Hard blue eyes stared down into hers. She could almost feel her internal controls shift to him, as though he’d just eaten part of her soul. Knees buckled and she sank to her place at his feet, head down. A gentle hand on the back of her head spoke his approval. With a shudder, she pressed her face to his pant leg. He stroked her hair and everything was right in
her world. Tears welled, but she blinked them back before they ruined everything. A sniffle escaped her.

“You are a sub, Q. A good girl.” He pulled her back to her feet, grabbed the camera from around her neck and put it on the couch. In a moment, she was stripped naked. Jude pointed at the floor and she dropped back to her knees. With a crook of his finger, he summoned Sabrina then pointed to indicate she should kneel beside Q. He walked behind them, and Q felt her wrists being tied to Sabrina’s. Her friend grabbed her hand and squeezed it then relaxed her grip but didn’t let go.

The camera’s flash startled her, but she didn’t look up. He took several more pictures, moving around them and murmuring his appreciation. With her eyes lowered, she got a close-up view of the way his hard cock pressed against the inside of his jeans.

Q groaned and leaned toward him, hoping he’d cooperate and fuck her mouth. Instead, his hand snaked down and he pinched her nipple deliciously hard. He switched the torture to the other one and kept increasing and decreasing pressure until she screamed into her closed mouth.

“Do you get to choose when to suck my cock?” he corrected, his words gentle but dangerous.

“No, Sir!” she panted.

“As long as you remember that, little brat.”

She bobbed her head in a nod. Beside her, Sabrina wriggled, rubbing her thighs together.

“Look at me,” he commanded. He knelt in front of them and ran a hand down each of their bellies, then between their legs. Thick fingers toyed with Q, and she moaned. Sabrina did too. He teased them simultaneously and their breathy cries filled the room. Both the sensations and Sabrina’s panting, made Q grit her teeth. Jude’s thumb gently circled her clit and soon she was lost to the feeling – the consuming need for release. He brought them both to the brink then stopped.

“No! Please Sir,” Q choked out.

Sabrina whined.

“Who decides when you can come?”

“You, Sir.” Q knew she sounded pitiful, but she didn’t care.

Jude untied them and led them to the couch, laying Q back first and spreading her legs. What was he up to? He made Sabrina straddle her. The silken glide of Sabrina’s thighs on hers…
Mmm
. She squirmed and Sabrina ground against her.

A stinging slap to her inner thigh stopped her.
Another loud smack and Sabrina h
owled.

“No moving until I give you permission, naughty girls.”

The camera flashed again and Q did her best to stay still, feeling her muscles protest. She needed to move. Sabrina looked like she was going to explode. Q heard a zipper and caught a glimpse of muscled shoulder as Jude shed his clothes.

His hands gripped her thighs as he sank between her knees. Tongue swept deftly over her clit. With her breath unsteady, she opened her knees wider, a silent plea for him to take pity and finish her. After far too long, his teasing stopped and a moment later Sabrina was whining and writhing on top of her, the brush of her skin on Q’s electric.

Jude’s hard cock pushed roughly into Q and she gasped. Although she couldn’t see Jude thrusting into her, Q had a good view of him spreading Sabrina’s slit and catching her swollen clit between two fingers. He pressed Sabrina down toward her, making the girl’s breasts brush Q’s face.

So tempting – having those pretty pink nipples in reach. The scent of Sabrina intoxicated her. She caught one nipple with her mouth, and sucked, brushing her tongue over it in broad strokes. Moaning, Sabrina rubbed against her, and Q felt Jude’s hand pinned between them. His knuckles rubbed her pussy as he stroked at Sabrina’s clit.

The slow rhythm of his thrusts gradually and frustratingly wound the coil inside Q. Something pinched her clit hard. The unexpected pain made her buck beneath Sabrina. Her mouth opened in shock as the wave of pleasure swept her up and tumbled her, helpless. Sabrina shuddered above her shrieking out a series of high-pitched cries before a long groan from Jude drowned her out.

Everyone collapsed on top of her. Warm, protected, and maybe even loved. She smiled. When had she ever felt like this before?

Moments later, Jude leaned over Sabrina’s shoulder to brush his lips against hers. He nuzzled Sabrina’s ear, then pulled out and rose to his feet. A small whine escaped Q as half of her happy feeling went away.

With a sigh, Q shifted herself and Sabrina into a better position onto the couch. They lay on their sides, facing each other, trading little kisses and dragging their fingertips over each other’s skin. Sometimes Q’s body quivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She never wanted to let Sabrina go.

Just as she started to wonder where Jude had wandered off to, she heard the click of the camera. He’d been watching them. Sabrina ignored their photographer for awhile, and continued kissing her. Not sexy, lust addled kisses. These were sweet – caring. Q’s throat tightened and she held back tears that pricked her eyes. Was it possible that Sabrina loved her? Really loved her? For the first time she let herself hope.

Q was drifting off when S
abrina gave her a gentle shake.

“Don’t
go to sleep, Q. I’m starving!”

She wriggled out from under Q’s arm and slid over her to get off the lounge. The softness of Sabrina’s skin against hers was heaven. She turned over to watch her friend’s lovely body while she moved around the room, collecting her strewn articles of clothing. Jude sat beside her, pulled her head int
o his lap, and petted her hair.

Once dressed, Sabrina collected Q’s clothing and threw them at her. “Really, I’m seriously starving. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m going to die of starvation and you’re both going to just sloth there and let it happen?”

“Slave driver,” Q muttered, but she rolled to her feet and began pulling her clothes on.

“That’s usually my job, but I’m too lazy today.” Jude smiled.

“Lazy Dom,” Q teased.

“I don’t deny it. Your shirt is inside out, by the way.” He stood, yanked it off over her head then redressed her properly. After grabbing the client loaner brush off a shelf, he insisted on brushing both girls’ hair, in turn. Q smiled as he did hers, gently unsnarling her hair with the brush and smoothing it with the palm of his hand. Bliss.

***

The day was sunny and warm without being too hot. A cool breeze swept in from the ocean from time to time, like the foreshadowing of autumn. Only a couple more weeks until September. The summer had blurred past so quickly that Q felt both like she’d missed it, and had intensely lived every moment of it.

They walked to a small restaurant down the street. Both girls linked an arm with Jude. Q wondered if other people saw what she could see – three people that knew each other too well to just be friends. When they went out to eat, she could predict what the others would order, they picked off of each other’s plates, and there were so many inside jokes it was like they had their own language. It made her feel important, valued, loved.

The place wasn’t busy, but they’d missed the noon rush by a couple of hours. They chose a table on the outdoor patio with a view of the ocean in the distance. Watching her two blond, tanned lovers as they ordered, she wondered what people thought of the three of them sitting together.
Baywatch
meets
T
he Addams Family
. Predictably, Jude ordered the special and Sabrina ordered seafood. Q didn’t care what the main dish was because the place had awesome fries.