The Dom with a Safeword

by Cari Silverwood

  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 little 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 point. 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 budged 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 howled.

  “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 Sabrina 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 into 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 The 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.

  As the server left to get their drinks, Sabrina leaned toward Q. “I feel like people can smell the sex coming off of us,” she whispered.

  Q laughed, and when Jude raised a brow, she put her mouth to his ear and said, “Sabrina is worried we smell like fuck.”

  Jude barked a laugh just as the waitress plunked his drink down in front of him and she eyed him appreciatively.

  Nice! Q had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts she hadn’t seen their server. It wasn’t often she was oblivious to an attractive redhead. Jude hadn’t noticed her either. And he wasn’t just being polite to them by pretending not to. The girl moved off, looking disappointed that she hadn’t caught his attention.

  “Hey Jude, if you collect her, you’ll have the whole set,” Q said.

  Sabrina looked annoyed and muttered something under her breath about not liking to share.

  He stared at her blankly then gave a lopsided grin. He’d missed the joke. They both laughed, and he shrugged and settled back, sipping at his beer.

  Lunch came and they fell ravenously on their meals.

  Jude groaned. “I feel like you two haven’t let me eat in days.”

  “Yes, you’ve been too busy getting laid. You poor bastard.” Q arched a brow at him, daring him to complain. She’d lost momentum and already felt full. Sabrina was so hungry Q wasn’t sure she bothered to chew.

  Jude’s dazzling blue eyes narrowed to sexy slits. His expression was damned smug. “I know, Q. If I had any buddies around here I wouldn’t get much sympathy. Maybe Fredrick would understand.”

  “He won’t be very understanding if you don’t take those O-rings out of the sitting room ceiling soon,” Sabrina mumbled. Her eyes darted around to make sure no one else had heard her.

  His expression changed to a pained smile. “Yeah. I’d better get on that. It’s hard to believe I’m leaving in a week. You two want to help me pack?”

  The fries settled like a lump of lead in Q’s stomach. “A week? But there’s two more weeks until September.”

  Compassion flashed in his eyes. Too close to sympathy for Q’s comfort. “I need time to settle in and visit my family before school starts, Q. I thought you knew that.” He paused, looking uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.”

  They had never actually discussed when exactly he was going. And that, by itself, had seemed to mean maybe he wasn’t.

  As if this were an everyday conversation, Sabrina poked at the remains of her meal. But as she placed the fork next to the knife, her hand shook and metal tinkled against metal. Her knuckles were white. Q felt like a rug had been jerked out from under her feet. Was this such a non-event that Jude could drop it into trivial conversation?

  The silence stretched but no one seemed to want to break it. Jude looked from Sabrina to her and back. She’d always adored the hint of humor in his eyes and his mouth that turned into a grin at unexpected moments. It made him a man and not just her Dom. It wasn’t there now. His eyes seemed…dead.

  “I wouldn’t have given this summer up for anything in the world,” he explained. “But it had to end. I have no choice. I never had.” He dropped the balled-up napkin from his hand and batted it into the middle of table.

  He sighed and looked up at the sky. “I think I owe you an explanation.” Then he spoke very clearly though softly, enunciating words like they might explode if he handled them wrong. “I care for you both, a lot.”

  Q swallowed.

  “I didn’t mean to get emotionally involved, but it just kind of happened. Having two girlfriends was fun while I had the summer off but... You can’t leave your careers to follow me halfway across the country. And I can't let my family down and stay here. Though I’d love to keep this going longer, I can’t see it working out. We could try for long distance I guess.” He shrugged.

  That suggestion was out of pity. He didn’t really want to try to make things work long-distance – he was just trying to soften the blow. That just made things worse.

  “But it'l
l be hard for me to give you the attention you deserve. I'll be swamped. I remember my brother going through it. We barely heard from him for two years. Sabrina…” he looked at her, “you have something to lose here too. Do you think you could keep this up indefinitely?”

  This time the silence seemed so solid the air might be glass. Q’s heart stopped.

  Sabrina avoided eye contact, her lips turned down in a frown. “No.”

  And so easily, the glass shattered.

  “No. I can’t,” she added, frowning. “I’m sorry.”

  “Hey.” He reached and patted her hand. “It’s okay. I thought so. This just makes it simpler, for all of us.”

  Except me.

  As if shaking herself from some heavy thought, Sabrina cleared her throat. “It’ll be weird to go back to just dating vanilla guys after this. Though, I guess it’s time to look for a real partner.”

  “A real partner?” A ringing started in Q’s ears. She didn’t feel well. They were done with her. Simple as that.

  “Yes.” Sabrina still didn’t look her in the eye. “It’s not that this wasn’t real but it couldn’t last, you know? We can still be just…friends. I mean, we have for five years, right? We can do that, can’t we? You promised.” Her final wistful tone might have given Q hope if this was the start of a relationship, but now it said precisely nothing to her numb heart.

  “Sure.” She nodded. In her head she worked fast, trying to build the wall back up. But it was too late. There was nothing left to protect herself with. She stayed in her seat, trying to look as blasé as they did. They glanced at her intermittently, but she knew she couldn’t trust herself to speak. When the topic changed she excused herself, grabbed her bag, and escaped to the bathroom.

  She bit her lip hard all the way there, trying not to cry before she was somewhere safe. With a gasp, she rushed into the room. It was empty. A flood of tears erupted, her hands unable to hold them back. Her heart fractured, grinding down into dust. She locked a stall door behind her. The sobs were too loud and she tried to quiet herself – she didn’t want to be the girl that made scenes in public restrooms. It’s okay, it’s okay, she kept telling herself, frantic to calm down before Sabrina came looking for her.