The Dom with a Safeword (Badass Brats #1)

by Silverwood, Cari

  “Not a chance, Q. I’m stronger.” By sheer force, he manhandled her into a facedown position on the couch, held her there with a knee parked on her back, and his hand still controlling her head, while he growled to her. “Be careful. If you do anything wild you might knock our pet over, since she’s cuffed. And I know you don’t want that. Behave.” He shook her head, turned it so he could watch her mouth.

  With her hands like claws, she gripped the upholstery, as if what he did pained her. Well, he was doing it wrong if it didn’t. She choked in few heavy breaths, then gasped out, “Yes, Sir.”

  “I have no tolerance for over-the-top bratting tonight. Do it and I’ll put you in a corner for an hour with a vibe strapped to your clit and a dildo inside you. Got that?”

  “Yes,” she added softly. He yanked her hair for emphasis. “Yes!”

  He hauled her upright and took off her underwear himself – making sure to keep contact while he did it – dominating her with his presence. While bra clasps were undone, and straps slipped half off her shoulders, he pressed up against her, and bit from her collarbone to the upper curve of her breast, to her nipple and its piercing. Pulling the bra all the way off, gave him the opportunity to drag his nails up her back, through the fall of her raven black hair then down her arms with the descent of the straps.

  The quiver of her body and pitiful whimpers made him smile. But she was grinding against him by then, or trying to. He had Q marked in every way. Once he got her like this, she was his.

  “Hands at your back. Grab your elbows.”

  As her shoulders went back, her breasts thrust out in a delicious way. Fuck. Tempting. So he went around behind her, grated out, “Stay still,” and took each nipple between finger and thumb, then squeezed and tugged until she whimpered some more.

  And taking down her panties, well, he’d need his brain transplanted if he didn’t curve his palm into her pussy and feel between her legs.

  With his fingers molded into the warm wetness of her slit, he crouched and bit her ass cheek. She trembled like a leaf torn at by wind. “You like being fucking crushed, being dominated. Don’t you? Answer.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He could swear his hand got wetter at that.

  Slowly he rose, sliding up the length of her body. He touched her everywhere, keeping close to her skin, smelling her femaleness. Reveling.

  When he reasserted the grip in her hair, she bowed her head, lips parted. Without letting her go, he picked up the harness. The collar went on first then he unkinked the strap leading downward. Next came the straps around her body – one buckled above her breasts, a middle one went below them, and another went around her, across her stomach. From that strap the removable heavy silver chain travelled down between her legs and up again to fasten at the back of the same strap. He fished the wrist cuffs from the couch, buckled them on, and pulled her hands to her back where he clipped them to a D ring on the middle strap.

  “I didn’t leash our pet, yet, but you…you need it.” He clipped the leash onto the collar, played his fingers lightly over her face. “Now,” he said softly, “You’re both mine. There are enough D rings on this harness to fasten you to anything. So be very, very good.”

  Q gulped.

  What to do next? With Sabrina looking up at them all watery-eyed and wet chinned, and Q subdued with her hands behind her, there was one last hurdle he wanted to send Sabrina over before…before he left them.

  “Stay here.” The couch was a foot behind Q. “If you overbalance, the couch is here to sit on. Now.” He squatted, undid Sabrina’s ankle cuffs, and using the pillow she kneeled on, pulled her in close. Then he sat on the couch. Both women were in easy reach. He cupped Sabrina’s face while he took off the gag. Licking her lips, she waited for him to go on.

  “In the last few weeks, I’ve let you two play and let Q have a say in what happens. And she’s respected your wish not to go down on her. But” – he tapped Sabrina’s nose –“you suck my cock. You’ve let Q go down on you many, many times. Tonight, I’m going to watch you do her. Uh-uh. No frowning.” Her eyes dilated when she saw him lift the crop. “This is for the frown.”

  Q wasn’t going anywhere. With a grip on Sabrina’s hair he stretched her forward and placed a few good swats on her butt, paused, and did a few more, even harder, making her wince.

  “Ow!” She hissed in through her teeth.

  He stopped and watched her pained wince transform into an angry glare.

  “I didn’t frown!”

  “Do you want more?” He raised the crop menacingly.

  Q jumped in to rescue her friend. “I don’t recommend arguing with your Dom, little girl.”

  Eyes downcast, she stared at nothing. “No.”

  He planted a light warning slap on her thigh.

  “No, Sir!” she amended quickly.

  “Good. Start thinking more or I’ll be using this a lot. Now.” He edged her chin up with the business end of the crop. “Any real, serious problems with doing this?” She strained with her arms as if she tested the inescapability of the wrist cuffs. “None?”

  “I don’t wanna.” Her pout almost made him laugh. With that he pulled the pillow forward another few inches. The pillow she knelt on matched them up almost perfectly – Sabrina’s dark pink lips were four inches from Q’s pussy. Q’s expression was rapt.

  “‘I don’t wanna’ is not your safeword, pet. You breathing, Q?”

  She sucked in a ragged breath. “Mmm.”

  This time he did laugh. “Up higher on your knees, pet.” Slowly Sabrina raised herself, The tip of her tongue came out then zipped back in. “Begin. Make it good.”

  Her eyes flared. “You can’t rate my performance! You’ll make me nervous.” He tapped the crop. “Sir.”

  “Make Q happy. That’s all I ask. I’m not rating you. And pet, you really think that’s going to be hard to do? As soon as you put your tongue on her, she’ll be close to coming.”

  “Sir,” Q muttered. “Please don’t. I’m having enough trouble.”

  “I noticed.” He grinned, laid down the crop, put his hand on Q’s ass, the other in Sabrina’s tumbled mess of beach-blonde hair, and gently urged them together.

  “Sir?” The anxious look in Sabrina’s eyes made him stop.

  “Yes?”

  “I don’t know what to do.” She sucked in her bottom lip. “I’ve never –”

  Q awoke at that. “Don’t make her, Sir. She doesn’t want to.”

  If he asked Sabrina directly if she wanted to do this, he had a feeling she’d never say it.

  “Are you safewording, pet?” He waited.

  She ducked her head. Her answer was so subdued, he had to strain to hear.

  “No, Sir.”

  He’d bet his last dime she wanted to do this. He considered, checking them both. Quiet instruction seemed the way.

  “Then I’ll guide you. Okay?” He stirred her hair with his fingers, and let her have some time to think.

  “Yes,” Sabrina said quietly before she looked up at Q’s face then at him. “Okay. Thank you.”

  “Good. Try a kiss first.”

  She shut her eyes, slowly leaned in, and kissed Q on the clit. At Q’s drawn-out groan, she glanced upward again.

  “Now use your tongue on her. Alternate. Soft at first. Then harder then soft again. Try that.”

  “Okay.” She took a big breath then bent forward again. She gave one lick then her mouth sucked and worked at Q, in little spurts. Every so often he saw her little tongue dart out and lick again.

  Never had he had a front row seat to a girl testing out the limits of her bisexuality. Never like this. His dick seemed so hard it might just pop off and whizz around the room. He nearly laughed out loud at that picture, then sighed and zeroed back in on what Sabrina did to Q. She became bolder – curling out her tongue and swiping from the slit up across Q’s clit then swirling around and around it.

  Under his palm, the muscles in Q’s ass tensed and relaxed an
d her groans grew louder. She stiffened, pulled at the cuffs so the strap below her breasts tightened. About to come? With both of them cuffed he had some control.

  “Rest, pet.” He pulled Sabrina back, smiling at how she licked her lips, seemingly enraptured with what she’d done to poor Q who was now catching her breath.

  “Oh, fuck. Please, Sir.” She gasped a few times. “Please, Sabrina?”

  “Wait. Both of you.”

  When he judged it right, he pushed Sabrina back onto her. The little sounds of sucking, the gorgeous females right here in front of his nose…in front of his poor dick. Ugh. There was no way he’d come in his pants but this was the closest he’d been to that since he was a teenager. And Sabrina was enjoying this too. Every now and then she’d pause, look up at Q, then reapply her tongue and lips.

  And yes, Q was quivering with tension again. Her breaths came fast and staccato. Her torso stretched and her thighs went rock-hard. He pushed Sabrina in closer, jamming her mouth onto Q as the orgasm hit her. She screamed and writhed and Jude gritted his teeth as he watched her pleasure.

  When the undulations of Q’s body stopped and she was standing there swaying and panting and coming down from the high of the orgasm, he stood.

  “Good girl,” he said to Sabrina. “Stay on your knees a bit longer. I’ll be back.”

  He took Q by the leash and, with one hand on her bound arms, guiding her, led her to below one of the dangling ropes. Unlike on other days, she gave him no trouble as he linked her wrist cuffs to the rope above.

  His hand on the angle of neck and shoulder, he bent till his lips were on her ear. “Was that good?”

  “Yes. Thank you, Sir.”

  “Excellent. Now though, I’m going to make you pay for it.”

  Her head turned and he saw the fire in her eyes.

  “You’re so transparent, Q. Don’t hope too much. I may get you dripping wet, but this will hurt.”

  She watched carefully as he backed away.

  “We need Sabrina, though.” He turned-on his heel and stalked back to her.

  A few minutes after, she too was secured with her hands above. From the bags he took out her little costume and the broad leather belt then he collected the crop and a few other things, and walked back with his attention completely on her. “I feel like dressing you up.”

  “Is it pretty, Sir?” She wrapped her hands in the rope, and raised a skeptical eyebrow.

  When he shook out the little black lace skirt and let the bra dangle she barely caught her frown before it spread.

  Sabrina sighed. “Sir. I have a thing about only wearing what suits my complexion. And that’s like slutty vampire slut gear. I’m really not feeling all that undead today.”

  He swallowed the laughter, let the ball gag uncurl from his hand. “Whatever made me think I’d need this?”

  “Nooo.”

  “Yes.”

  Though she ducked away as far as the rope would let her, he caught her and popped in the gag.

  The little skirt when he wriggled it up her legs sat on her hips, so short it revealed her ass. He loved it. The matching see-through bra was strapless and he did up the clasp then made sure her breasts sat with her nipples framed in the openings. He kissed each, once.

  “Beautiful. Watch while I do things to Q. But, come to think of it…now I have you all tied up…” Like he had before, he played with her breasts and her pussy, even put his mouth to each nipple and sucked a while. When he had her screwing her toes into the floor, he stopped. “There. Now you know how you make Q feel, most days. Tease.”

  He circled her, cruised his palm over her ass. “I can’t pass this up. If I put one hand here…” He cupped her pussy with the heel of his hand on her clit. This would do it for her. He spanked her hard, six times on one cheek, then ten on the other.

  Her muffled groans came out past the gag. He started spanking her again, alternating ass cheeks, and kept going until she pressed herself rhythmically onto his hand. “There you go, pet. Now you’re extra hot.”

  That made her growl indignantly.

  He grinned. “You can learn how to wait. Waiting builds character.”

  He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, did the same with his shoes. Then he admired his two captives, walking around them with crop and belt in hand. Sabrina and Q in ropes – two women he’d be happy just to watch if they passed him in the street, and here they were naked and bound, and with Sabrina’s little ass still bright red. Fucking gorgeous.

  Today was a good day to be a Dom.

  He ended his tour of them behind Q. The crop was first. He used it on Q’s thighs, where she loved it most – first the very end, and then the whippy shaft after she warmed up and could take more. Then the belt, hard and methodical. Then more of the crop. Every gasp, every tremble, every whimper, and every mark that appeared, he drank in with his eyes.

  To give her a rest, and let her feel the change in sensations, he’d stop now and then to trace the damage with his fingertips, or draw a finger along her swollen pussy.

  A final thwack with the crop made her clutch the rope with her fingers. Done. He smiled. His latest work of art.

  Red welts from the belt stood out on her back. A few lines from the crop crossed her ass but most were lower. Lines of pink, and bright red, as well as few early bruises, marked her thighs where he’d hit. Too bad he didn’t have a cane to try on her. She’d probably love it. He’d never had a sub that liked this kind of pain. He wiped away sweat with his forearm then went to her and ran his thumb over her lower lip. Her whimpers and moans had again succeeded in making his cock hard as steel. She was standing, but swaying. Blue balls? Ha. His were probably purple.

  “You ready to be fucked, little brat?”

  He had to lean in close to hear her reply.

  “Fuck, yes.” Though hazed with the delicious pain, her eyes pleaded softly. “Please, please, fuck me.”

  He checked on Sabrina…who looked as turned on as he was. The gag, maybe he should remove it? Just in case he lost concentration. After taking off his pants and throwing them over near his shoes, he went and removed the gag.

  As he walked away, she called to him. He spun around and noticed her gaze on his cock.

  “Can I be first Sir? I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me now.”

  “Not yet. Be good, pet.”

  “Sir. Please,” she asked quietly. “I’ll do anything.”

  “Really?” He studied her. If she bratted more, he’d put the gag back in, but for once she didn’t say a word. Her glum resigned expression almost made him choke with laughter. Talk about fishing for attention. But, he looked at the two of them. Q was desperate, as she always was after being beaten. But one of Q’s kinks was a love for being frustrated.

  He stalked to Q, freed her then pulled loose the leash from where he’d tucked it under a strap. “Come.”

  When they reached Sabrina, he made her wait while he retrieved a condom and a pillow then had her kneel in front of Sabrina. She hadn’t complained, but he explained anyway.

  “You’re going to lick her,” he told Q, gesturing at Sabrina, “while I fuck her.”

  Despite her own needs Q looked pleased. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was a rasp. She’d screamed a lot.

  A curl of hair dangled over Sabrina’s ear and he rolled it onto his finger “Do whatever you like to her. Afterward, she’s going to pleasure you again.”

  Q nodded, and slid her hands up the front of Sabrina’s thighs.

  His cock jerked a little when he brushed against Sabrina’s ass but he paused to watch Q. Though she clearly loved Sabrina, Q had no qualms about making the submissive dance to her tune.

  “Let’s see how much I can heat you up, little girl,” she said in a sultry voice, low and sexy enough to make his balls take notice. “You’re making him fuck you first, so I’m going to make you squeal. Especially since Jude has you all tied up.”

  At first she deliberately kept well away from Sabrina’s most sensiti
ve erogenous zones, but instead climbed up her body, kissing and nipping. Once she reached Sabrina’s breasts, she put a hand beneath each then suckled on one while her thumb circled the other. After a few gasps, Sabrina arched forward, dancing on her tiptoes and groaning.

  His cock throbbed, reminding him it wanted something too.

  He pulled Sabrina’s butt back even more, so she had to lean into the wrist cuffs and overhead rope. Her ass played peekaboo under the tiny skirt and moisture shone on her inner thighs. The tip of his cock breached her opening. The squeeze on him was exquisite after playing with them both for so long.

  “Christ. I’m not gonna last long. Get her off, Q.” He thrust all the way in then kept up a slow steady rhythm, feeling her inner muscles clamp and release.

  Sabrina’s noises became more and more primitive, more desperate, but then so was he. He barely made it. When she orgasmed and collapsed into the ropes, he gasped and started to fuck her in earnest. Each thrust jarred her body. He vaguely registered Q sitting back. He kicked Sabrina’s feet apart at the ankles, hoisted her up onto him so she was off the ground, and exploded into a flurry of hard, fast thrusts that hit up inside as deep as he could go.

  Her squeals spurred him on. Faster, deeper, and harder.

  “Ah!” As he came, the pressure and pleasure held him in that rapt eternal moment, squeezing his balls down tight.

  “Fuck,” he said, awestruck. “Holy hell.” He bit her neck, once, twice, sinking his teeth in and not releasing her for a few seconds, though she whimpered. Then he pulled out and unglued his fingers from her hips.

  The view down below, as he withdrew, made him admire Sabrina’s curves.

  “Your ass would sink a thousand ships, girl.” The quiet giggle from Q and shake of Sabrina’s shoulders made him rethink. “And launch them too.”

  After he’d released the rope from the wrist cuffs, they were still giggling.

  “You’re both on probation.” The burst of more giggling just left him shaking his head. He swept Sabrina into his arms.

  Coyly, she shook out her hair and hung onto his shoulders. “Where are you taking me, fair prince? To the shower?”