The Dom with a Safeword (Badass Brats #1)
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When Sabrina’s hand started meandering down her belly, Q held her breath. It stopped just below her navel and her uncertainty was palpable. Jude tried to slide it lower, but she jerked it back like she’d burnt it. She wasn’t that bi yet, apparently. Q twisted her mouth to keep from looking amused.
“Do you think he’s ever going to take his pants off?” Sabrina whispered in Q’s ear. “Maybe he shares his penis with another guy and today wasn’t his day to use it.”
“I kept the jeans on so I wouldn’t rush things,” Jude replied, slapping Sabrina’s ass.
“Well it’s not exactly rushing anymore. Both of us are naked, so how is this fair?” she retorted, gesturing at the offending article of clothing.
“I’m the Dominant, so I get to make the rules.” His head tilted in a look of smug amusement.
“Fuck that!” Q knelt up on the window seat, leaned over Sabrina and pulled at the button of his jeans. “This is a mutiny, Captain!”
After wriggling free, Sabrina tried to hold him still while he batted away Q’s hands. They had just managed to get the button untied, when he dragged both of them over to sit on his lap. They didn’t quite fit, but he didn’t give them the option of getting up.
“Hold your hair up, both of you,” he ordered.
Looking askance at each other, they complied. The sensation of his breath rippling over Q’s neck sent shivers up into her hair. His mouth latched onto the place where her neck and shoulder met, and Q sighed in contentment. Sucking and nibbling on their necks and shoulders, he held them still for his enjoyment. Eventually he let them go so they could participate.
Sabrina sucked on Q’s bottom lip then trailed tiny kisses down to her chin, past her neck, to her breast. She paused as though she was having an internal debate. Slowly, she backed off Jude’s lap onto the cushion. She shifted onto her hands and knees, grazing Q’s nipple with her lips and making her groan. Her pink tongue darted out, licking the very tip. She looked up at Q mischievously, her ass wiggling.
Both she and Jude eyed Sabrina’s backside with interest, smiling at each other when they realized they were doing it simultaneously. Q’s smile became a gasp as something warm and wet engulfed her nipple. She watched in fascination as Sabrina’s sucking and nipping mouth alternated between her breasts. Her tongue investigated Q’s piercings. Enraptured, Q ran her fingers though Sabrina’s silky hair, the slide of it through her hands sensuous. The elastic that had been holding it when they were painting hung tenuously onto the bottom of a lock of hair, and she tossed it aside.
Jude slid out from between them, stood then pulled off his jeans.
When Q could steady her voice she said, “Lookee here, Sabrina. He decided to stop being bashful.” Her friend looked up and sat back on her heels.
“Come here,” he said, pointing at the floor before him.
Automatically starting to comply was a little shocking to Q, but she went with it. How was she going to retain any of her self-respect if she turned into an obedient sex toy? Maybe it was because things were new with him? She’d re-evaluate if it went on too long. No self-respecting brat would ever kneel so agreeably at a man’s feet without the proper incentive.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Sabrina knelt hesitantly beside her. Again she hoped that her friend was enjoying this, though Sabrina wasn’t one to go along with something she didn’t want to do without complaint. If she wasn’t having fun she would’ve bailed by now.
“Mmm. Two gorgeous women on their knees. What is a man to do?” Jude drawled. His camouflage boxer shorts did nothing to hide his arousal.
“FYI.” Sabrina chuckled. “The camo isn’t working.”
He raised a brow at her. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered. They both complied without argument. He walked around them, inspecting. “Very nice.”
Inspections always made Q feel crazy. Nico had insisted on them several times a day, without warning. They made her feel like a thing instead of a person. She shouldn’t love it like she did – she was sure her reaction made suffragettes roll over in their graves. Waves of heat washed over her as he looked at them proprietarily. She craved a slap to the face, but doubted he’d be that rough so early in their relationship. His feather-light touch stroked over her breasts. Tented boxers so close to her mouth. But she knew better than to be presumptuous.
“May we touch you, S – ” Q barely caught herself in time. There was no doubt that Jude noticed her slip, from the smug look on his face.
He paused, waiting for her to say it. It wasn’t happening today, if she could help it.
“You may,” he finally conceded. Q hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers. Before she could slowly slide them down, Sabrina grabbed the bottoms of the pant legs and yanked – effectively pantsing him. Such a patient girl, their Sabrina.
He kicked the shorts away. With permission they both stood, pressing up against him and trying to entice him into kissing. He hugged them both, and then released them – kissing first Sabrina, then Q. Sliding their hands over his chest, they kissed and licked along his hard body. He tasted mildly of soap and smelled heavenly. Q circled behind him to kiss his back. When she leaned down bit his ass cheek, he jumped.
“Hey!” He grabbed her arm and swatted her ass playfully. “You behave, little brat.”
The slap stung. She rubbed her backside and frowned at him.
He was much more patient than most Doms. Amazingly so. Maybe he really meant it when he said he could handle her. She paused in front of him and then dropped to her knees, pulling Sabrina down with her.
“We can’t do this at the same time,” Sabrina hissed. “There’s not enough room for both of us down here.”
“Uh... there’s plenty. Just do what you can and remember to share. I’ll try not to get in your way too much.”
Together, they kissed their way down from the tip of his cock to the base, then licked their way back to the head – Sabrina somewhat hesitantly, but copying Q and following just a fraction behind. Q mouthed the tip, her lips unexpectedly meeting Sabrina’s as she mirrored her on the other side. They kissed fiercely, their tongues dueling around him.
Jude made a strangled sound and wrapped both hands in their hair. His grip directed them as they played with each other – his member their toy that was sometimes shared and sometimes fought over. With her nails, Q raked down his belly and up his thighs. He pulled them away, gasping for breath. Q looked up. Jude’s eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched. There was nothing quite as powerful as using your mouth to make a Dom your bitch.
Exhaling, Jude opened his eyes and sought Q’s gaze. “Get her ready for me.” As though he was in no great rush, he walked out of the room.
A growl of frustration rumbled in Q’s chest. She had a love/hate relationship with being made to wait. Knowing she’d have to watch them together before she got any relief made the fire in her burn higher. She hoped he wouldn’t make her watch and not touch. She couldn’t be held accountable for her actions if he did.
She rose then took Sabrina’s hand and pulled her up, too.
“What did he mean?” Sabrina asked, wide-eyed. “What does he want you to do?”
Q just smiled before leading her friend back to the large window seat. She took Sabrina’s naked form in her arms, and kissed her deeply. Sabrina molded against her. Under the stroke of Q’s hands over her back and bottom she became docile. Her sighs and moans made Q ache with need. With gentle guiding hands, Q sat her on the window seat and urged her to lie down.
“What are you doing?” Sabrina whispered in a small voice.
“You know what I’m doing, little girl,” she replied, coaxing her knees apart and kneeling between them. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her breath came fast and she whispered. “No, please don’t stop.”
A flash of heat burned through Q. Sabrina wanted this – wanted her.
When she lightly dragged her nails over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs Sabrina squea
led. Q followed the path of her hands with her mouth. By the time her lips reached Sabrina’s mound, her friend was quietly sobbing.
“Shhh,” she whispered, blowing softly on her bare skin. Q wrapped her arms around Sabrina’s legs and spread apart her nether lips with gentle fingers. “I’ll make sure you like this.”
With the tip of her tongue, she brushed the sensitive skin she’d exposed at the top of Sabrina’s slit, just above her clit. She screamed and bucked in Q’s arms. As she held Sabrina in place and waiting for her to settle, Q heard Jude’s bare feet scuff behind her. He moved around her and grabbed Sabrina’s wrists, pinning them above her head, to the seat. Between the two of them, she was helpless.
She shared an evil grin with Jude then lowered her mouth, licking up one side of her slit and down the other, completely avoiding her clit. Sabrina wriggled, trying to maneuver it directly under Q’s teasing tongue. She ignored her efforts, dipping it into her and tasting her instead. The scent and taste of Sabrina’s arousal, paired with her cries of pleasure and the writhing of her hips was like a drug.
After teasing her for several minutes, Q flicked her tongue across Sabrina’s clit. The girl’s legs tensed, her breath hitched, and she let out a tortured moan. Q brushed her tongue over Sabrina’s sensitive nub again and again, pausing between. As she convulsed in their grasp, the pitch of Sabrina’s cries became progressively higher until the stiffening of her body heralded her imminent orgasm. Q’s body tensed – Sabrina’s reactions bringing her to the brink.
Without warning, Jude picked up Q and put her on the window seat beside Sabrina. Both girls whined in protest, but Jude leaned over Sabrina, captured her mouth with his, and thrust roughly into her. Under him, Sabrina’s back arched and she shrieked in pleasure. After a barrage of hard strokes, he straightened up and ran his hands over her body with an appreciative rumble.
Q joined him, caressing Sabrina’s silky skin and leaning down to latch onto a nipple. The hand that tangled in her hair turned out to be Jude’s and he guided her lower until her mouth was over Sabrina’s clit. He released her, lifting Sabrina’s ass slightly to make her hips angle upward so Q could reach her more easily with her tongue. It was too awkward to do for long, so Q licked back up her sweat-sheened body to her breasts, while her fingers tortured Sabrina’s clit.
When she found release, Q continued to stroke her, forcing her to climax several more times. Q lost count before Jude gave a shout, his neck muscles bulging as he emptied into their girl.
They all collapsed in a panting heap, although for Q it was more a matter of sexual frustration. Jude pulled out and removed the condom she hadn’t even seen him put on. He cleaned himself off with a towel he’d thrown nearby. Q shifted Sabrina into her arms. Her eyes were glassy and half-mast and her limbs were limp.
“You okay?” Q asked.
“Mmmm. I think he broke my vagina,” she mumbled blearily. “Can we do it again?”
Laughing softly, Q brushed her lips across Sabrina’s forehead. “He might need a minute.”
“You wish,” Jude growled. “Your turn Q. Face down, ass up.”
The ache in Q’s groin became a painful lead weight and she cursed herself for blushing so evidently. Sliding Sabrina out of her arms, she glowered at Jude. “I think we’ve established I’m not that biddable, sunshine.”
“Last warning.” He glared down at her, giving her an internal frisson of adrenaline.
She scrambled to her feet and backed away, toward the door. “You pop a little blue friend earlier, or something?”
“I may not be ready now,” he growled, stalking to her. “But it won’t take me long. You two are... inspirational. Now, do as you’re told.”
“Fuck you!” she growled back, shoving his chest with both hands.
He grabbed her arms so fast she didn’t even see him move. “No, actually. The plan is that I fuck you. Now are you going to be a good girl, or are we doing this the hard way?”
In response, she broke his hold and made a run for it. She was caught before she made it two paces. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, her back to his chest and groin. Turning into a limp doll, she tried to slip out of his grasp and drop to the ground, but he was ready for her. She hung bonelessly from his arms for a moment, her mind racing through possible escape options. A big part of her just wanted to give in, but she couldn’t make it that easy for him. He had to know now – for real – how much trouble she was.
“You’re scaring Sabrina,” he said in her ear. “Tell her you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.” She tried to keep her tone light, but she hated being dragged out of the moment. It wasn’t Sabrina’s fault. It must look awful from her perspective.
In their conversations, Jude had assured Q that he could handle her. But Nico had said the same thing. Then he’d ditched her for someone more obedient. The thought of Nico drove her on. Nico had made her his, collared and dependent on him, then he’d cut her loose because the extra girl she’d agreed to allow into their relationship decided she didn’t like to share. Abandoned – like a puppy left in a box on a freeway. If Jude managed to win her submission, she hoped he would remember to leave her some independence.
He crushed her face down, flat to the floor, pressing her there with his whole body. Wriggling beneath him only resulted in his hard cock pressing against her ass. She stopped. Maybe he would think she was done fighting and let her up.
“Sabrina,” he barked. “Get those cuffs for me. And one of the collars I threw on the chair.”
Collar? She went wild beneath him, managing to dislodge him in her panic. Before she could gain her feet, he caught her wrists and held them together behind her, a knee in her lower back. She kicked but couldn’t reach him with anything that was strong enough to do damage or knock him off of her. Grit from the floor ground into her skin and she panted hard. Sweat rolled into her eyes. Escape was starting to seem impossible.
“Shh,” he said. “Just a play collar. Safeword if you can’t handle it.”
Fuck him and his safewords. She fought hard as he secured one wrist then the other, clipping them together in front of her. A leather collar was buckled on, and she could feel her free will slipping.
His.
He tied a short rope connecting the collar to her cuffs then let her go. She managed to pull her knees up underneath her, but as she tensed her stomach muscles to rise into a kneeling position, a hand pushed her back down. Her forehead pressed against her splayed hands and she realized she was exactly as he’d wanted her. Ass up. It was too late.
As she tried to slide her knees closer to her chin so she could sit back on her feet, he grabbed her hips and held her in place. A leg insinuated itself between hers, and she was wide open to him and completely helpless. She whimpered, shivering in his steely grip.
“Now stay!” he boomed in her ear and slapped her hard on the ass for emphasis. The throbbing print he’d left pulled the stopper on her anger and it drained away. “Condom please, Sabrina.”
Sabrina’s bare feet padded across the floor. “Are you okay, Q?”
Q caught a glimpse of her friend’s frightened face. Poor thing. She nodded, gritting her teeth. “I need this.”
“Roll it on me,” Jude ordered. “If I let go, she might start fighting again.”
A hiss of breath and some fumbling and then he was sliding the tip of his cock up and down her slit. One hand had disappeared from her hip. She mewled, pressing back into the stroke. He slapped her again. “No moving until I give you permission.”
Toying between her legs, he sank down to kiss away the sting of the handprints he’d left. He nipped at her skin and she moaned. The firm caress of his tongue on her clit and at her entrance drove her mad.
“Please, please, please!” she begged. Fresh sweat of desperation sprung out on her skin.
“Please what?” he whispered against her tender flesh.
“Please cock!” The words tumbled out desperate and pathetic, but she no longer cared.
“Who’s in charge right now, Q?”
“You, Sir. You’re in charge.” It came out in a babble. “I’m sorry I’m bad. Please fuck me. Please choose to fuck me!”
“You’re a good girl, Q. You just need to be shown who’s boss.”
Without warning he thrust the head of his cock into her, grabbing her hips so she couldn’t move. He pulled back until he was almost out, and then pushed a little further in, entering her so gradually and frustratingly that she struggled and screeched. He hit bottom before he was all the way in. She squeezed her eyes shut – he felt huge.
He groaned. “Fuck, you two are tight.” It sounded like he was gritting his teeth.
“... he says like it’s a bad thing.” Sabrina snorted. Sabrina. She’d forgotten she had a front row seat.
Jude’s rhythm sped up and Q shuddered as the tickle of a soft hand trailed over her back. She opened her eyes. Sabrina was lying beside her, staring at her face. Sabrina bit her lip and drew her fingers over Q’s ribcage, stroking to where her nipples were almost brushing the floor.
Jude pounded into her, holding her by the back of the hair. Floor grit dug into her knees and forearms. The dichotomy of violence and gentleness twisted her arousal tighter. Her heartbeat accelerated. She sobbed, writhing beneath him and trying desperately not to orgasm.
“She’s fighting it,” Jude snarled, his voice animalistic. “Lower, Sabrina. Make her come for me.”
Tentative fingers spread apart her folds, finding her swollen clit and tapping it. Her breath caught, and she wriggled back against Jude, trying to avoid the sensation. The tapping repeated, becoming rhythmic. She couldn’t hold out much longer. God. Sabrina was...
Jude swore. Fire exploded between her neck and shoulder as he bit down.
Q screamed, the pain throwing her over the edge. Her body seized up, trying to crush him within her. With eyes squeezed shut, tears leaked from them like blood. The pressure on her clit intensified and she came again, her own hoarse cry deafening her. Muscles contracted over and over. Her voice gave out and she could do nothing but whimper and accept the waves of pleasure. She wondered if it would ever stop.