by Leia Shaw
His words – his promise – made her eyes roll back a little. He was in charge. He could handle her.
She pressed against him, wanting more. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be.” His devilish grin was anything but comforting.
With swift efficiency, Jude secured her to the bed face down – only stopping when she was tied so securely she could barely twitch a finger. Q turned her head so she could breathe.
Sabrina crawled up next to her and kissed her gently, teasing her for awhile with lips and tongue. “We love you, Q.”
“Yes.” Jude smirked, not far behind her – he’d left and come back? There was a leather flogger in his hand. “And today we’re going to show you we love you by making you safeword.”
Q groaned. She loved this game, but hated it too. Even though she’d taught it to him.
Jude laughed. “Are you going to sing for me today, little Q?”
With a squeak, Sabrina rolled out of the way, just as the first series of blows descended. He walked both around and over the bed, changing calibration to keep her wondering. He moved to the backs of her thighs, making her tense, but there was nothing she could do.
Softness trailed over the burning lines on her back – Sabrina’s lips and tongue soothing places Jude had marked earlier. The bites of the flogger paired with the gentle kisses from Sabrina set her to clawing the mattress. Jude traded the flogger for his favorite crop, then to the heavy switch he kept for special occasions. He whipped the insides of her thighs with the switch, one blow at a time with enough delay in between to process the pain and worry about the next one.
“Did you see, Sabrina? A perfect handprint.” Jude traced the outline of his hand on her ass. It stung and tickled at the same time, making her jump. “It’s still so red.” The bed shifted and Jude brushed his lips over the spot before biting it.
Q shrieked until the bite let up.
Jude unclipped the cuffs from the rope. Although Q was relieved, she was also strangely disappointed. Done so soon?
As though she was no more than a doll, Jude flipped her over, retying her face up.
“Yay! Now I get to play with my favorite Q parts.” Sabrina smiled down at her impishly.
Q’s glare was explicit. “Jude will untie me eventually, little girl. Make sure you don’t mind living with the consequences of your actions.”
“You can’t be mad at me. I’m just following orders,” she retorted cheekily. Sabrina trailed gentle fingertips from Q’s armpit to her hip, then back up across her belly toward her nipple.
Jude tapped her lightly on the front of the thighs, just as Sabrina lowered her head to suck on Q’s breasts. Her nipples were so sensitive it was like an electric shock. Q screamed in pain, then moaned in pleasure, her brain fighting to sort out messages. Their assaults on her matched up and they switched places, keeping her guessing about where the next kiss, suck, lick, bite or switch stroke would land. It wasn’t long before her eyes closed. She panted, never knowing what would happen next. Soon, a kiss would make her scream and a swat with the switch would make her cry out orgasmically. She wanted them to stop, but another part of her also wanted forever to taste just like this. A sculpture of how she felt molded in her mind, like she could be anything – everything – yet also tranquilly nothing. Everything was quiet, although she could hear sound far away. The sound meant nothing to her.
A cock slammed into her and her body welcomed it – revelling in roughness and sensation. Her woman was crouched over her, ordered there by their man. Her scent was dizzying – so sensual. She stuck out her tongue, licking at her, the girl’s little mewling sounds their own reward. Her body was used, the pleasure coiling higher inside her until she was fighting to hold back her orgasm. She didn’t want to be done. Ever.
Above her, Sabrina sobbed, pleasure overtaking her. Q licked her once more then sucked her clit hard, setting off another series of orgasms that Sabrina couldn’t control. Something pinched Q’s clit, making her hips buck upwards in an involuntary orgasm that ripped screams from her tortured throat. Jude shouted, slamming into her viciously, emptying into her.
They collapsed in a heap, Sabrina beside her, with her knee by Q’s face and Jude sprawled on them both.
Q floated, the weird subspace disconnect lingering. She knew now – she knew everything. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes and trickled behind her ears. She tried to catch herself, but once the sobbing started she couldn’t stop.
Jude pushed up on his arms, looking down at her in concern. In an instant, they had her uncuffed and cradled between them. Sabrina pulled up and sorted out the tangle of blankets, and they held her close as she started to shiver.
There was a quiet discussion over her head about sub drop. But they were wrong. And she was so scared.
***
She’d pasted on a cheerful face later, showered with Jude and Sabrina, finished gift wrapping and had breakfast. And now it was afternoon on Christmas Eve.
With a small smile, she told them she had to go pick up some last minute stocking-stuffers and refused to let them go with her. She needed to be alone.
Sitting in her car in the parking lot, she fought to slow down her heartbeat. Oh my God. She said a quick prayer – the only one she could remember was how to say grace, but she hoped He understood what she meant. If it was true, things were in His hands now.
Bolstering herself with that thought, she marched into the store. She wasn’t a teenager. She could do this.
At the cash register, she piled a bunch of chocolate and treats around her main purchase, her ears ringing as the clerk ran her order through. If there was a price check for anything, she’d faint – or run out of the store – decorum be damned.
She didn’t remember walking back to the car. She sat there, staring at the bag, like it held a bomb. With firm determination, she drove home. She knew she had to wait until tomorrow anyway.
First she had to get through the rest of the evening.
***
Q had just managed to stash her bag away behind the bookcase when Sabrina came bounding in. She threw her arms around Q’s neck, twining her fingers into her hair and pulling her in for a kiss.
No matter how hard she tried, Q couldn’t relax into it. She just wanted to lock herself into a room, alone, to think.
Sabrina released her and squeezed her hands. “I missed you when you were gone! My dad called and talked to Jude while I was in the laundry room. He said that my mom has calmed down a lot. He thinks that if we don’t go to dinner tomorrow night that she’ll be heartbroken. Apparently she’s promised to behave.”
Q gave her a weak smile. “That’s good. Do you want to go?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. Just because my mom’s agreed to behave, doesn’t mean the rest of my family will.”
“Well, I’m up for it, if you still want me to go after we open our gifts tomorrow. Unless you’d prefer to go alone or just with Jude.”
“Are you kidding?” Sabrina laughed. “I just came out to them about us. I’m never leaving you at home again, silly. If we’re going, we’re all going.”
For some reason, laughing and being silly were the farthest things from Q’s mind.
Chapter 7
Jude
Jude bounded up the stairs, sprinted to the bedroom, then tiptoed to Q. Despite all Sabrina’s loud protests and squeals, Q was still quietly snoring with the covers pulled up to her ears. He shook his head. Lately she’d been sleeping in more, and her moods were like the craziest summer weather – all sunshine one minute then squalls of moodiness. And sleeping in Christmas morning? The beating she’d pushed him for yesterday must have taken its toll.
He knelt beside the bed, then gently rocked her shoulder.
“Q. Merry Christmas.”
“Hmm?” She blinked. Seeing her smile with those gorgeous full lips made his morning.
“Hi, beautiful. I need you up now. I can’t leave Sabrina alone too long.”
“Why?” Understanding spread across her face and woke her fully. “Oh. The little brat.”
Her hand in his, they made their way downstairs. To him, her little tank top and boy shorts were as sexy as lacy stuff. All that long-legged litheness had gifted him with a hard on.
When he’d discovered Sabrina missing, he’d had an inkling she’d be downstairs at the tree. After finding the hogtie straps, he’d sneaked down. And yep, there she’d been, shaking the presents. After he’d told her not to start without them too.
Her tumbled out denials as he’d stalked forward, swinging the straps had been priceless. A swift wrestle, then he’d held her down, cuffed and secured her in the X of the straps, with her hands and ankles at her back. He’d left her fleece pajamas on since the house hadn’t quite warmed up yet. Getting a fire going in the fireplace was tempting.
“There’s my naughty girl.” Q’s grin only made Sabrina pout and wriggle.
With her blonde hair tumbled half over her face, lying on her side next to the presents, and that angry, yet sexily cute expression, Sabrina looked like yet another present waiting. One that could use unwrapping.
“I didn’t open anything!” she huffed. “Let me go!” When they didn’t respond to her angry demands, she begged with her eyes. “Please?” A shiver ran through her.
Jude sighed and tried to keep up the stern Dom look. “I specifically said not to do this. You’re like a squirrel with a bag of nuts in sight.”
Hogtieing her was a bad idea. With her breasts outthrust like that and the curve of her upper thighs…everything that screamed woman, he’d never concentrate.
“I swear you’re getting brattier while Q gets more submissive. Most days, excluding yesterday.” He shot a look Q’s way. “How do your back and legs feel?”
“Sore. But I like it.” As she examined Sabrina, the amused yet ominous look he’d come to see as her Domme face settled on her. “Tempting to leave her this way but I guess we’ll untie the brat. Seeing that it’s Christmas.”
“Yes, go ahead.” He sat back on the couch they’d moved up near the tree and waved his hand.
Q took the opportunity of having her girlfriend at her mercy and kissed Sabrina hard on the lips. Sabrina moaned into her mouth and her little body wiggled.
“Merry Christmas, gorgeous,” Q said with a smile.
Sabrina licked her lips, eyes bright and lustful. “Merry Christmas,” she rasped.
Q chuckled, then untied the straps. After giving her shoulders a roll and shaking out her arms, Sabrina sent Jude a black glare. He laughed, fighting the urge to throw her over his lap and spank her for fun. But it was Christmas. Q wanted to start family traditions. He was pretty sure a Christmas morning spanking wasn’t what she had in mind. Something more romantic maybe.
His girls exchanged a sweet hug before Sabrina cracked a smile, then bounced on her toes. “Presents now?”
“So impatient,” Q scolded.
Her bottom lip stuck out. “I’m not greedy. I have presents I wanna give you.”
“Me too,” Jude said, then shifted to sit cross-legged by the tree on the floor. He picked up a small, red package and passed it to Sabrina. “But I’m the Dom so I get to go first.”
She rolled her eyes but opened the present dutifully. There were several boxes of jewelry under the tree for Sabrina. He’d asked Q for help but she was as hopeless at picking girly things as he was.
Sabrina lifted the pair of feather earrings from the box and grinned. “You picked these out yourself?” she asked him.
He nodded.
“I’m very impressed.”
“You like them?” Pride filled him, making him smile like an idiot. Maybe it was silly but his inner caveman was pleased to provide pretty things for his girls.
“Yes.” She placed them back in the box, then picked up a gift bag and handed it to Jude. “Here. This is from me.”
The heaviness made him curious. He reached inside and pulled out a heavy duty tool belt. “Ah. Very useful. Thanks, love.”
Sabrina gave him a mischievous look. “I saw it and pictured you wearing it. Only that. It was hot so I had to get it.”
Brat. He laughed. “I don’t know any sane man that would do construction projects naked.”
“Well, in my head you were posing and Q was taking pictures.” She winked.
Q chuckled and handed Sabrina and Jude each a rectangle box. “Here. These are from me.”
Sabrina opened hers first while he watched. With a laugh, she held up a purple t-shirt that read, I’m not a brat. Then smaller, underneath, I’m submissively challenged.
“Very funny,” she mumbled, casting Q a loving glance.
Jude opened his, guessing it was a similarly smartass t-shirt. He was right. Chuckling, he showed the front of the green t-shirt to Sabrina. I hurt the ones I love. On the back, But only if they ask real nice.
“Ha. Fitting,” Sabrina said.
In less than twenty minutes, they’d opened almost all of the gifts under the tree. Sabrina had given Q a new camera bag and some fun knick-knacks from Cross’s goth store. The girls had gone in together on a master woodworking class for Jude.
The last two gift boxes under the tree, he recognized. “These are for both of you.” He handed one small box to Sabrina and a slightly larger one to Q.
Sabrina opened hers first. A set of gold nipple clamps.
He took the clamps from the box. “Take off your shirt, Sabrina.”
She sucked in a breath and eyed the little things – gold tweezer clamps with swinging weights with a kitten embossed on them. “Right now?”
“Yes.” Waiting made it clear he wasn’t backing down.
Reluctance emblazoned in every movement, Sabrina shuffled forward on her knees, and pulled off her top.
After weighing one breast in his palm and smoothing his thumb over the lower curve, watching her flesh dimple under the pressure, he pinched her nipple until it hardened and peaked, then slipped on a clamp. This close, her scent, that indefinable, wonderful scent of woman, affected him. This was a gift they both gave him, allowing him access to their bodies. He vowed to never take it for granted.
Slowly, watching her face, he slipped up the metal noose, tightening it. Though she whimpered a little, Sabrina stayed still.
The other clamp went on and he leaned in and kissed each nipple. “Stunning.” He sighed, eyeing her decorated breasts. This was punishment for him too – having to sit and not play with her until she climaxed. “Next present.”
He motioned for Q to unwrap the one she held. This was the one he’d been waiting most eagerly for.
“Is it kinky?” Nervously, Sabrina looked down at her swinging nipple clamps. He reached and, one after the other, gently tugged on them both. She gasped then frowned at him.
The tissue paper was purple and tied up with white ribbon. At the first tug, the ribbon fell away. Q folded back the paper and took the lid off the box. Inside, wrapped in black velvet, was a pair of gleaming steel handcuffs.
“Handcuffs.” Q peered in the box while Sabrina shuffled closer. “They’re engraved. One side says Q, the other Sabrina.”
Sabrina smiled. “That’s cute!”
“Wait,” Q said, squinting at the cuffs. “There’s more. The link in the middle has something on it. Jude! It says Jude. Aww. It’s adorable!”
They leaped up and hugged him, their slender bodies squirming against his.
“Will you try them on? I want to take a few pictures.”
Once he’d snapped them on, he made them stand still for a few photos. The temptation swept him along and he posed them again with the presents. And then with Q sucking Sabrina’s nipples, and of course then one with Q standing over her and pulling both clamps straight out from her body so Sabrina had that exquisite look of pain and submission on her face. He had to stop and adjust his pants after that picture.
At last, he lowered the camera. “Enough. Let’s have breakfast. Pancakes and maple syrup?”
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�Mmmm,” Sabrina muttered in agreement. “I’ll make blueberry sauce too. It’s tradition from when I was little.”
He removed the nipple clamps. Though she rubbed her breasts a little, they’d barely bothered her. But they hadn’t been on that snug and had actually fallen off once earlier. Next time, he’d try them tighter.
After she slipped on her top, they headed for the kitchen. Q wasn’t following. When he turned, she was at the foot of the stairs. “Q?”
“Something I have to do.” A frown came and went fast as a summer storm. “I’ll be a few minutes. Don’t let her eat all the pancakes.”
“I won’t.”
Something about her body language made him watch carefully as she disappeared up the stairs.
A few minutes later, she returned. The smell and sizzle of cooking pancakes filled the kitchen. He’d laid claim to his favorite stool and was scrolling through the few Merry Christmas text messages on his phone.
Her footsteps halted before she reached him. He vaguely registered that she didn’t go to kiss or hug Sabrina either. It wasn’t like her. Q was one of the most tactile people and forever checking up on and touching them. It was a beautiful aspect of her. She cared, always.
Then he heard a slow, rough intake of breath and he snapped his head up and stared. He knew his girls so well. That breath had rung alarms.
She stood, hands at her side, in the center of the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” The expression on her face, he couldn’t place it. Hesitation. Doubt. Maybe fear? “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“It’s…” She blinked and looked away, then she broke and came to him, falling straight into a huge hug with her arms around his chest. The huff of her breath warmed his shirt.
He felt shudders run through her. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”
Sabrina stopped humming her Christmas song and turned from where she cooked pancakes, spatula in hand. “What happened?”