The Dom With a Safeword (40 page)

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“So, now that’s done, I have two sweet women to warm me in bed.” Jude gathered the pillows up and threw himself down on the bed, then beckoned, grinning. “Come warm me.”

“How romantic. So I’m a hot water bottle?” Sabrina seemed to be trying for pouting angriness but to Jude it came off as annoyed sex doll. “Have I just sold my soul to the Devil?”

“Probably.” He patted the right hand side next to him. “
Here.
”

Sighing, she slid in close. He almost sighed, himself, when she snuggled up and rested her head on his chest. His palm found the upper curve of her ass.

Yes, this was his dream. On hands and knees, Q crawled in close. Her hair had
regrown
quickly, and it swayed across – long enough to block his view of her cleavage under her tank top.

“Room for me?” she asked.

“Always.” He reached and ran his hand along the front edge of the collar, watching the change in her eyes. For Q it meant something just a little deeper than it did for Sabrina. He didn’t mind. It was their differences that drew him to them, that made this relationship work. “Come on, beautiful, lay down with us.”

“Beautiful?” Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him. “Thank you.”

“I’ve figured it out.” Sabrina popped her head up. “You want us to help pay the rent.”

He snorted. “Yes, that too. It’s not for the hot sex. You’ve barely scratched the surface, Jersey girl. Don’t you know all the perks
Doms
get from collared subs?”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

To his surprise and amusement, Q followed his lead. “He’s right. Maybe I should have told you all the details.”

In mock astonishment he went on, “You didn’t know? I get to tattoo my name on your asses, get you both pregnant and then take you behind the woodshed on Fridays to beat you.”

Before Sabrina could blurt out some smartass reply, there was a crash that sounded like something breaking downstairs.

“Oh my god!” As if she were on springs, Sabrina shot upright into a sitting position. “Maybe Grace is back!”

He grabbed for her but his hand met emptiness – sh
e’d hopped off the bed already.

In her fleecy PJ
s and skimpy top, she did a fast tiptoe to the door then listened with her head cocked to one side. “I think it’s in the kinky sitting room.”

“Sabrina!” he and Q cried in unison.

“
Shh
! Quiet, you’ll scare her,” she answered then she went through the door.

By the time they had caught up, Sabrina was poised outside the sitting room door. Reflections of streetlight revealed her warrior stance – umbrella raised in one hand and her camera in the other.

“Sweetheart, you’re joking.” Jude smiled indulgently. “An umbrella? Is it a patented anti-ghost umbrella?” Nothing said Sabrina more than a ridiculous weapon on a ghost hunt. He wrapped his arms around her and held her back. More noises from within made it clear something was moving inside.

He whispered in her ear. “You will wait here. If it’s not a ghost it may be an intruder.”

Though she scowled, she offered him the umbrella. It was all he could do not to laugh. But he took the umbrella and stealthily opened
the door. It swung in silently.

Just as he was about to take a step, they both grabbed an arm. “What?” he hissed.

Q glanced at Sabrina then at him. “You should let us come as back-up.”

“No. You’re staying here. I’m going in.” That they cared gave him a warm and
glowy
feeling. But he wasn’t caving on this one.

Sabrina scowled.
“Keep the umbrella, at least, i
f you’re
gonna
be so stupid to go alone.”

He growled quietly. “Stay, both of you.”

Despite mutinous glares, both of them waited. He sneaked through the door, and after listening a while and only hearing the flap of cloth, he switched on the light. A freezing cold breeze wafted past. By the window, the curtain snapped and curled out as the wind gusted in and caught hold of it. A vase lay smashed nearby, fractured pieces strewn on the floor. Nothing else moved.

“It’s okay, you can come in. Someone left the window open.” He stepped aside and laid the umbrella on the floor. When Sabrina tentatively came up and grasped his hand, he added, “I’ve cleared the room of hostiles with my automatic rocket-launching umbrella.”

She whacked his stomach with the flat of her other hand. “Very funny.”

Which only made him grin more.

“It might have been a ghost.”

“Sure.” Q grabbed her attacking hand then looked at him. “Did the curtain knock a vase over?”

“I think so.”

“Supposition and circumstantial evidence,” Sabrina muttered. “I should go get my equipment. Just because you see a curtain, doesn’t mean a thing. Who opened the window?” Though he saw Q open her mouth to reply, Sabrina rambled on regardless. “Not me. Maybe we need another a séance even? I mean just because the last one –”

He put his hand over her mouth. “
Shh
. No more.”

When she poked her tongue at his hand then closed her teeth over a fold of skin on his palm he addressed Q. “Get the ball gag please and wrist cuffs.”

Sabrina’s muffled shriek of protest made him smile and hug her to him as Q ran to the toy chest. “Naughty little sub.”

By the time Q had returned with ball gag and wrist cuffs in hand, he’d wrestled Sabrina to the floor into a kneeling position and had both her wrists in one hand and her nose to the carpet. Though he’d freed her mouth she’d did nothing except pant and strain at his grip.

He knelt beside her. “Do I have a second sub who likes wrestling?”

She whined and squirmed.

“Ah. I see I do. Do we need the gag?”

“I’ll be good, Sir.” Then she peeked out the corner of her eye. “No séance?”

“Let me think.” He ran his hand over her body while he did so. He didn’t really want to suppress Sabrina’s crazy way of looking at the world. “Here’s what we’ll do. Every time you
have a séance or any other
ghost-related
activity
, we get you as a pet for the night. Understood?”

By now she was squirming at his touch, but he kept her wrists tight under his hand. “Understood?”

She looked up at Q. “Help me?”

Q only laughed softly. “I don’t think so. The more séances the better, little girl, if we get a pet Sabrina as the result.”

Sabrina’s whimper was pitiful enough to make his balls tighten. There was something excruciatingly arousing about a woman giving in to the inevitable, to submitting.

Then she added, with her nose still an inch from the carpet, “This Tuesday, eight PM…and then three AM too if we get no spirits contacting us.” She swallowed. “And no butt plug tails.”

He found himself trembling, holding it in, his face contorted, but no use, he cracked up. He let her go and rolled onto the rug laughing in half-choked guffaws before he broke out howling. “Oh, god, Sabrina… That’s…”

They stared at him, shocked. Between Sabrina’s matter-of-fact negotiation, and their expressions, he fell apart laughing again.

“What?” she asked, completely dumbfounded.

He shook his head. “Nothing.” Gazing at them in awe, he wondered how he got so lucky.
“I just love you. Both of you.”

A naughty smirk his only warning, they tackled him, knocking him down on his back. Warm bodies. Laughter. For once, he let them have it their way and they tumbled over him and pretended to hold him down with their weight. When they stopped wrestling, they lay with their heads on his chest, their hair spread across, tickling and soft on his skin. He patted their backsides and sighed. Luxurious. Feeling a woman’s ass must be the cure for all ills.

Sabrina shifted to look up at him, and waggled her eyebrows. “I thought you were tying me up and having your wicked way with me.”

“Uh-uh. Right now, I’m lying here staring at the ceiling.”

Q snorted derisively. “Lazy Dom.”

He smiled and squeezed them close. “
Shh
. As long as I’m with my two girls, I’m happy.”

As they snuggled into him, he sighed with contentment. No one had told him that sometimes in fairy tales the guy gets two princesses and the princesses are in love with each other and him. But if anyone came by to repossess their happily ever after, he hoped they had a
safeword
. Because no one should fuck with true love.

Acknowledgements

Cari
,
Sorcha
, and
Leia
would like to give a special shout-out to their fabulous beta readers; MJ, Bianca
Sarble
,
Casea
Major, and
Nerine
Dorman.

Also, thank you to our fans who keep us going even on the hardest days. We couldn’t do this without you guys.

About the Authors

Sorcha
Black

Sorcha
writes fantasy about women who are too busy fighting, suffering, loving, and generally getting shit done to think of themselves
as heroes.

In her real life, she is married to a lazy but well-loved man and has a shoe full of children. She does her best writing on scraps of paper at red lights.

Find her at: www.sorchablack.blogspot.com

Leia
Shaw

Leia
Shaw is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series,
Shadows of Destiny
. Thinking up
fae
politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she’s branched out into the erotic world and has written two humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romances, 31 Flavors and The Dom with a
Safeword
.

Leia
lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs.

Find her at:

www.leiashaw.com

www.leiashaw.blogspot.com

www.facebook.com/leiashaw

Twitter
@
LeiaShaw

Cari
Silverwood

Cari
Silverwood
writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers.
The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.

And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.

Find her at:
carisilverwood.com