The Dom on the Naughty List (10 page)

He knee-walked up to her head, grabbed her hands and held her wrists down on the bed
. “None for you, Sabrina. You just get to choose how to take the stars off. Only rule is you can’t use your fingers.”

Sabrina stuck out her tongue
as she surveyed Q’s starry body. “Fun. So I can bite? I like biting. Can I make her come?”

At that Q groaned. “You’d better.”

“Shhh. No orders or I’ll try out those clothes pins on your nipples again.”

The dirty look she shot him made him grin. “Be good. I’m remembering how you screamed at those. I’m tempted.”

Sabrina got off the bed, sinuously lowered herself and crawled up Q’s body, tasting her here and there. “Mmmm.” Delicately, careful of the piercing, she set her teeth around Q’s nipple. “Your nipple rings are so badass, Q.” Her gaze was riveted. “They make me hot.”

“Sabrina!
Don’t. No!” Then she glanced wildly up at him. “That wasn’t an order!”

“I’ll ignore screams of desperation and no
’s. I expect those.” He eyed her other darkening nipple and the way the little star was being bumped up on top. “Keep going, Sabrina.”

Hums of approval
came from under Sabrina’s curtain of honey-blonde hair. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Q squealed and
writhed her lower body, pushing against his grip to try to get free. “No!”

Any further cries he muffled with his mouth, kissing hard and soft, mouthing her neck, nuzzling her until he was sure the pain of whatever small bites Sabrina applied faded in the rush of arousal. Now and then he looked. She didn’t stay at Q’s breast for long. The little stars were being loved by Sabrina arduously. She wriggled and licked and nipped all over Q’s body. There were stars on her upper thighs, and her belly. The trail led all over her skin. As Sabrina found them, he would kiss Q some more, and drink in her sighs with his mouth.

“God. Yesss,” she moaned. “Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck.”

Ah. Sabrina had found the star on her clit. This time he stopped to watch
.

“Mm!”
He held her wrists tighter, and Q’s distress morphed into one long groan.

Arousal and pain.
Discomfort and pleasure. Sabrina was mastering the combination. More sucking, more biting, more of Q straining and moaning. The rise in tautness of her muscles and the arch of her lower body into Sabrina’s mouth, heralded a scream and the shaking release of climax.

There were soggy stars littering the sheets
and a few in Sabrina’s messy hair.

Rapt, Sabrina observed as Q came down from the high. “Do I get one, Jude?”

She slithered up the bed and kissed him, then swung around so her butt was swaying near his face. The evidence of her own arousal shone on her thighs and labia. The smell of sex was thick, provocative. He stretched and licked up her slit once, worming his tongue in until she gasped.

“Not yet, girl
. Make her come a few more times. Then I’ll do you both.”

The panting Q just lay, exhausted, her mouth open, her legs askew. Like a woman well-fucked
, he thought.

“Okay
.” Though clearly disappointed, Sabrina hopped from the bed. “Permission to try one other thing.” She knelt and put her hands together as if in prayer. “Sir?”

The devilish look in her eyes made him curious. “Okay.”

She jumped up and ran from the room, and her feet pattered down the stairs.

“Where is she going?” Q asked drowsily.

He shook his head. The fridge door slammed. What was she after? Footsteps sounded up the stairs, and Sabrina appeared in the doorway, a red popsicle held somberly aloft. As she came closer he spotted the condom covering it, and he grinned.

“
Sabrinaaa.” The threat in Q’s voice was as ominous as the rumbling of a volcano.

“No.
Giving. Orders.” Then he swiftly swung so he sat on top of Q’s chest, and switched grip so he pinned both her wrists under one hand.

“I can’t…” She heaved under him, struggling. “No! No. Let me up.”

Head twisted so he could see, he watched as Sabrina began with the red popsicle on Q’s inside thigh. Slowly, like a snake scenting prey, she slid the icy thing upwards. When she reached the clitoris, she circled it with the tip. Q squealed and shuddered, breath hissing in and out between her teeth.

“Hmmm
. How can I torture my girlfriend? Let me count the ways.”

“No
.” Q squirmed. “Not inside. No. Sabrina you are so going to…mmm!”

For the next five minutes
, he watched the hot and also hilarious scene of Sabrina torturing Q with the popsicle. Ice melted. Q came and screamed and writhed and he held her down and wished he could put his cock in her mouth but the possible spectacle of her clamping down on him with teeth was horrific. So he just grinned and tried not to laugh out loud too much as his second sub got up to ultimate mischief.

When the
popsicle was gone, he called a halt and surveyed the mess. Too late. The sheets were red and white but at least the bedspread was black and red so you couldn’t see the popsicle stains.

“You look tired
, Q.”

She nodded wearily from her flaked out, spread-eagled position. “You’re both evil,” she croaked.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Want revenge?”

A pause then, “Yes!”

“Good. One, two, three.”

At the count of three
, Q miraculously rose and confronted Sabrina where she lay, on her side watching, oblivious to their betrayal.

“Hello, girlie. Now it’s your turn.” Satisfaction and hunger oozed from Q’s words.

“Nooo.” She flung up a hand, eyes wide, starting to scoot backward. “I was under orders. Him!” She pointed madly, jabbing.

“No pointing at your Dom.”

He helped Q wrestle Sabrina down and the fun recommenced. A smaller woman, they easily overwhelmed her. No popsicle, but together they brought Sabrina to climax enough times to leave her limp and whining, and then shrieking as the last orgasm wracked her.

Jude lifted his head from Sabrina’s pussy, giving one last lick and extracting his finger from
her center. Damn. The quilt cover, the sheets. The scent of fucking. And he still hadn’t come. But fun. Holy fuck, yeah, that had been fun.

“G
o get cleaned up you two. Then back here. Four minute shower. If I don’t get to fuck both of you soon my dick will explode.”

Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open. “That would not be a pretty sight.”

Laughing, Q dragged her off the bed. “Come on, pet.” They ran off to the bathroom. Remembering the craziness and stroking himself while they were gone kept him aching for them.

When they returned, still glistening with water, with the ends of their hair wet, their gazes dropped to his groin level.

“Oh.” Sabrina was goggle-eyed.

Q licked her lips. “Can we help with that?”

“There.” He pointed at the new window seat he’d installed. “Kneel side-by-side, facing the window.” He tore open the packet and rolled on a condom.

They scrambled, kneeled
, bent over a bit for his viewing. Their slits beckoned him.

Gah
. He could come just from looking. Pent-up frustration reached boiling level. His cock pointed the way as he strode to them. After feeling first Q’s then Sabrina’s backs and asses, the soft skin…the lingering scent of their arousal urged him to fuck somebody fast. He lined up the head of his cock against Q’s pussy and sank in. His eyes rolled back and he let out a soft, long groan.

All the way
in. Fucking hell. Moist, tight and quivering as Q responded to his presence. He pumped as slow as he could, trying to let his body ratchet up like a man with all the time in the world. Only it didn’t work. He was a train roaring down a long tunnel. Crap.

Before he could come
, he pulled out, peeled off the condom, and thrust into Sabrina, going in to the very last inch, then shoving some more, pushing her face down into the seat cushion. Mmm... bare-cock sex. God bless the person who invented the pill.

She cried out once, her fingers digging into the upholstery and her pussy
spasming around his cock.

No patienc
e. No limits this time. No will-power could stop him. He pounded her ruthlessly, wrenched her head back with one hand at her throat and the other clamped on her shoulder. Then he came with a throat-searing roar.

His heart thumped to remind him he was still alive while he recovered
, still jammed up inside her. Christmas had come early.

Q

After ten minutes filled with many awkward silences, Q finally relented and let her brother off the hook. “Thanks for calling, Blaine. I’m glad you’re all doing well.”

Her brother thanked her again for the gifts and explained again why her gift would be late. She knew it was because he hadn’t bought one yet, let alone mailed it. She didn’t much care.

“Yes, we’ll have to get together sometime,” she agreed politely. It was okay to lie, since he didn’t mean it either. She’d decided earlier that she and her brothers were like people who’d been taken hostage in the same bank robbery – they were emotionally bound forever, but being together brought up too much sad crap. None of them wanted to reminisce.

Maybe things would be different someday, but it wouldn’t be this year.

*
**

Jude seemed blissfully unaware as he sat at the table
, helping them wrap gifts for their close friends. Her teeth clenched. She had been sassing him all morning and he was ignoring it. What kind of Dom ignored that? She wanted a fucking smack-down. A few minutes later, seething, she realized he knew it and ignoring her behavior
was
her punishment. It didn’t cheer her up.

Her
mood had been mercurial all week. She’d been alternating between spoiling for a fight, to just wanting to cuddle, to desperately needing to fuck. What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe she needed to go to therapy, to talk out all of her weird Christmas baggage.

“Could you pass me the tape please, Q?”
he asked.

“Oh, for fuck sakes, Jude.
Get your own damned tape!”

She tried to stop him, but he tipped her off her chair and the next thing she knew she was staring at the floor.
Over his lap. Her breath caught in her throat. He gave her three sharp slaps and let her slide backward onto the floor when she fought to get free.

The racket in Q’s head was deafening and her body burned with humiliation. She knelt where she’d slipped down, her nerves frayed. She... she...

“Still struggling with that one, Q?” Jude asked, trying to tilt her chin up.

She pulled away, staring at the floor
instead. She couldn’t look at him. She ducked her head, tucking her face against one of her hunched shoulders. She wanted to die. She wanted to hit him. She wanted him to fuck her
now
.

Clutching her ass
, she swore she could feel the burning welts of his three handprints there. She’d loved spanking Sabrina, but this was different. This was a fight or flight feeling. Forcing her breathing to slow was difficult, but she managed. When she came back to awareness, Sabrina was stroking her arm and Jude paced short lines behind her.

“Sorry. I...”
Her words trailed off. She didn’t know what to say.

Jude got down on his knees in front of her. “Why
don’t you make it a hard limit already? You keep telling me you want to get used to it, to please me. It doesn’t please me if you freak out every time.”

He
seemed displeased right now. Her cheeks scalded anew and she couldn’t look up any farther than his knee.

“I think it’s that you don’t want to like it, and you’re horrified that you do,” he guessed.

She shook her head. Her brain sputtered in indignation. Fuck him... he thought he knew her... he... Did she like it? Fuck no! Right?

“What happened in there?” He pointed at her temple, a gesture she caught out of the corner of her eye.

“I don’t know. It’s all a big weird mess. When I figure it out, I’ll tell you. I’ll probably need to be drunk.”

Sabrina kissed her between the eyes, then brushed her lips over her brow and hugged her over her arms, making her feel safer. “You okay now?”

“Yes, I’m shaking it off.” She grimaced.

From behind her, Jude’s hand suddenly stroked between her legs. She gasped, trying to wriggle out of Sabrina’s embrace, which suddenly felt like a straight jacket. Sabrina’s arms loosened, as though she meant to let go.

“Hold her for me, Sabrina,” he boomed.

Sabrina’s eyes flew wide
open and her arms tightened again. She gave Q a worried look, but so close, she looked like a Cyclops.

Jude slid a finger up inside of her as Sabrina held her mostly still. He groaned. “Fuck, Q, you’re so wet. You might not like it intellectually, but your body disagrees.”