“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 sensitive 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?”
“No.” He hefted her higher, and paced toward the couch. “Over here. You haven’t forgotten your promise?”
“Umm. No. But I’m all sweaty and icky though. We both are. We want a shower, don’t we, Q?”
“Uh-uh. No shower. Not yet. I like you all sweaty. You’re tastier.” He paused to kiss her deeply, before setting her down at the front of the couch. A blanket he’d put next to the couch went over it. When he pointed to the floor, Q followed suit and kneeled next to Sabrina. “I want to see what my pet can do to my switch.”
Q eyed him a little suspiciously.
The bag on the couch yielded what he wanted – ankle cuffs and his hogtie straps. Without asking her, he flipped Q over, gathered her wrists in one hand, and sat on her with enough weight to keep her still while he put on the ankle cuffs, then secured both them and her wrist cuffs to the ends of the X of straps.
Sabrina moved back with a fingernail stuck in her mouth. “You’re in trouble, Q.”
Jude flopped down on the couch.
She glowered at them both and wriggled from her stomach down position onto her side but facing Sabrina. “Hey! Sir, I thought I was –”
“You thought wrong. I’m exhausted, for a while at least. Pet, show me how many times you can make Q come. I’m going to be lord and master here on the couch.” He grinned and set his feet on Q’s waist so he trapped her on her side. “She’s all yours.”
Truly, he hadn’t thought Sabrina had it in her, but after perusing his poor switch’s trapped body for a minute, Sabrina shuffled up on her knees and began her assault.
Using her mouth, tongue, lips, nails and even her breasts, the little minx teased Q endlessly without actually touching her clit or pussy. Soon Q was panting and attempting to squirm both away and toward Sabrina. At first he sat back, watching, but everything ramped up, and as Q became intensely aroused, his cock stirred. He sat forward, smiling.
Sabrina gave Q’s breasts one last nibble and lick. Then she studied her like a cat watching an upturned beetle with its legs wriggling. “Let me guess what you want. Umm.” She tapped her teeth. “You want me to put my mouth down there? Ask nicely and I’ll do it.”
“Sir?” Q begged him. “Make her do it.”
Jude rubbed his chin. Should he stop her? No. This was way too entertaining. He merely raised his eyebrows.
Q glared. “Listen, evil brat, go down on me or I’ll hide your vibrator and tease you for a week.”
When Sabrina still hesitated, he snorted. “Enough. Do it.”
The sight of Sabrina with her mouth buried in Q’s pussy, pleasuring her, made his cock rise to attention. Within seconds, Q gasped and stiffened and came. When Sabrina kept sucking she writhed again, and squealed. Clearly she was still coming. He ripped open a condom and put it on. Reaching down, he worked a finger into Q’s slit from behind, before sliding the finger in and out a few times. Fuck. He growled, then crouched and picked Q up, leaned her over the side of the couch and plunged into her.
Her screams of ecstasy as he worked inside her…god, if that didn’t do it…the second time he usually took longer. Not this time. Wet, hot and so ready – Q might have been a little volcano. His last thrust as he came shoved her face first into the couch. From her cry, and panting moans, she didn’t mind.
Exhausted, it took him a minute to recover. This time all the cuffs and straps came off. Q rested on the couch on wobbly hands and knees. Her muscles trembled. He sat beside her and pulled her a little nearer.
“That was awesome,
” Sabrina whispered. Eyes bright as a robin’s, with her elbows on the couch’s edge, she brushed Q’s hair back and kissed her cheek. “Did I do it right?”
“Yes.” Q weakly patted Sabrina. “You did.”
Why did his chest ache whenever he saw them like this? Surely this was just BDSM and sex? Because he wondered if they felt the same about him? Get a grip. Fantasy – pure fantasyland. “You two may kill me if this keeps up.”
“Yeah?” Palm outward, Sabrina pretended to swipe something across in the air. “Wild girls kill old man with kinky sex. I can see the headlines now.”
The smack as his hand cracked on her ass echoed. So did her squeal.
“Ow!” She massaged her butt.
“You never learn.” He shook his head. “Naughty girl.”
She kissed his knee then smirked. “You like it.”
“Just wait, little girl.” Q groaned and shifted to cuddle up next to him. “After you teasing me, I aim to personally deliver more smacks later. Since our Dom is too old to.”
He rolled his eyes, and pinched Q. It was impossible not to smile though.
Funny, but he did love the two of them and their antics. Who’d have predicted that? For a moment he imagined what it would be like if they could stay together. If he could live here, find some way of making money. If they really loved him back. If he didn’t have the weight of his father’s lifetime expectations on his shoulders. So many fucking ifs.
Such a mess. He stared at nothing while he tried to sort it out in a way that made sense. For starters, he didn’t know for sure if they loved him back, and he wasn’t totally sure this “love” wasn’t just some cranked-up outcome from getting laid too often. He almost laughed at that. But…if he wanted to give it a try, he’d risk it and ask them, wouldn’t he? Then what? Get them to move in at medical school? No. Not happening. Maybe they could visit each other and keep in touch?
He couldn’t pull out of school. His father’s wishes made him clog up inside with a gutful of sadness when he thought of going against them. Betrayal was the word that came to him – a terrible betrayal of his father’s love to back out now. Medicine was a wonderful career. Tuition covered by his parents, the fast track to a good job that made a shitload of money…his path was laid out before him and all he had to do was reach out and take it. Only an idiot would walk away from that. Only a coward would toss in his dad’s dreams when the man couldn’t speak up anymore… When he couldn’t get Jude to sit down for that heart to heart talk.
The image of the hospital bed sprang into his mind, of all that waiting they’d done…weeks of it.
Fuck.
And the other side of it – how many polyamorous triads did he know in the kink community? Two, maybe, that were stable? Jealousy and time and human frailty tore apart most threesomes. It was an eternal juggling act. Sabrina, for one, was already struggling with her sexuality. He’d never thought himself a cruel man and subjecting the girls to all the guaranteed uncertainty only to end in tears and broken hearts – he couldn’t do that to them.
He sighed and pulled them closer. When they both rested their heads in his lap, he stroked their hair, watching Sabrina’s blonde locks overlay the black of Q’s. Fredrick had assured him that Nico was blacklisted unless he behaved. It was the best he could do without involving the police. Tomorrow, they’d be going back to their apartment. Damn, he was going to be sad when this ended.
Chapter 15
Sabrina
“Do I look okay?” Sabrina turned a circle in front of Q. She’d selected the nearly sheer peach-colored knee-length dress for the way it blended into her suntanned skin, making her look almost nude. Showing off to Q like this might have been asking for trouble, but she smirked and did it anyway.
Q’s eyes darkened as her gaze slid over Sabrina’s curves slowly, head to toe then back up again. “Mmmm,” she murmured. “Jude’s going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.” She reached out and tucked a tendril of hair back in Sabrina’s up-do. “I know I am.”
Then Q slid her hand down over Sabrina’s collarbone while her other hand touched Sabrina’s thigh. The hand on her thigh moved higher and slipped under her skirt. Sabrina moaned.
“Q.” It was a soft plea, though she didn’t know for what.
A hard knock at the door startled both of them. “That’ll be Jude,” Sabrina said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She’d missed Jude the last work week but part of her wanted to finish what Q had just started.
Sabrina opened the door to reveal a dapper six-foot-something specimen of manliness, in a gray suit and blue tie. She’d picked the tie out last weekend to match his eyes. She looked him over and licked her lips. Damn she had some sexy arm candy for her cousin’s wedding.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Jude said with a wide smile. He leaned in and kissed her cheek while wrapping an arm around her waist for a hug.
She pried his hands off of her. “Down boy! You’re gonna ruin my hair. It took me more than an hour to make it look this good.”
He stepped back and appraised her. “You can’t expect me to keep my hands of you looking like that, sexy girl.”
“That’s what I said,” Q chimed in from behind.
Jude’s smile widened and he walked to her, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Sabrina watched with a grin. Too bad she’d just applied a heavy dose of lipstick or she’d demand they share.
When Jude released Q, she was gasping for air. “Missed you,” he said with a wink.
“Me too.” She smiled with freshly kissed lips. Sexy as hell. “When will you guys be back?”
Sabrina’s heart sank. Her cousin – who’d been like a sister to Sabrina – was getting married today and she had to leave Q at home. She’d picked Jude as her plus one, ashamed to acknowledge Q as anything but a friend. Though she could’ve gone dateless or even brought Q as a platonic friend, part of her wanted to show off Jude. For the last few years she’d been the pathetic one who couldn’t get a date for any family function. So she’d ditched Q for Jude just for a few take that moments in front of her sisters and aunts. She was the suckiest temporary girlfriend ever.
“Probably late,” she answered. “My family’s weddings are notorious for being long.” She sighed then gave her a regretful look. “Q…I –” She started to apologize, again.
“Stop,” Q said softly. “You don’t have to explain and you don’t have to apologize. I get it. Go – have fun and stop worrying.”
Sabrina nodded sadly.
“Oh!” Q’s eyes lit up. “Make sure you put your phone on vibrate though.”
Q and Jude exchanged a sneaky glance. What were they planning? Suspicion crept up in her mind, and a sense of excitement. They made her uncomfortable at times, but it always ended with pleasure.
“Come on,” Jude said, opening the door. “I don’t like being late.”
“A man who likes to be prompt,” Sabrina gushed. “Amazing!”
Q laughed. “And what bad luck he’s paired with two girls who are always late.”
Sabrina gave her a look. “Fashionably late.” She waved at Q and walked through the door Jude held open and followed him down the stairs to his car.
Late afternoon in early August was some of the worst humidity in the year. But luckily a cool breeze came in from the ocean, making it bearable and even pleasant. Jude opened the passenger side door and she slipped in with a smile.
When he slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door she turned to him. “I’m sorry to drag you along. But this will get my mother off my back for a few months at least. So you’re doing me a huge favor even though I know you’re leaving...” She trailed off with a frown.
Though she’d said it matter-of-factly – which was how she’d been forcing herself to think of it – she felt her face droop. It was too depressing to think of him leaving, to worry about the summer ending and life going back to the way it had been, so she’d just ignored it. But that was getting harder. Besid
es the sex – which was out of this fucking world – she enjoyed his company. When she wasn’t texting or spending time with him in person, she found herself daydreaming about him. Sometimes about what he and Q would do to her next, but she always imagined it ending in cuddles and whispers of affection.
“Why would I turn down the opportunity to take one of my pretty girls out?” Jude asked in his smooth-talking way.
She arched a brow. “Cause weddings are lame.”
“Free food.”
“Open bar too.”
He held his hand up for a high-five. “Score!”
She giggled and slapped him five. Butterflies took flight in her stomach. He was so fun – almost constantly making her laugh. When he wasn’t making her laugh, he was turning her on. A soft threat in her ear could bring her to her knees in an instant – and often did. When he gave her that commanding look, she felt her insides melt into a pile of goo.
He’s leaving, she told herself, for the millionth time. Maybe she needed one of those rubber band programs to break her addiction. “Just don’t let me get drunk and give a slurred toast while sobbing uncontrollably,” she muttered. She felt herself going down that road already.
The ceremony was beautiful. Gina looked like one of Q’s models in her off-white tiered gown and big spiral curls down her back. In their seats, Jude had survived round one of her family. Her sister Mindy had not only tried hitting on him, but she’d even told humiliating stories about Sabrina’s teenage years. Just when she’d thought Mindy would pull out a picture of the awkward, slightly overweight, braces-wearing Sabrina, Jude had distracted her with questions about her new job.
Sabrina was beaming as they entered the reception venue. Glowing lanterns sat on each table surrounded by several shades of blue and purple flowers. She smiled at one of the baby blue ones that reminded her of Jude’s eyes.
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