The Dom with a Safeword (Badass Brats #1)

by Silverwood, Cari

  Her chest was currently Sabrina’s pillow. The faint floral scent of her girlfriend’s freshly-washed hair drifted up to her. Running her fingers through her blonde mane was heavenly. Sabrina didn’t seem to mind either – but her sighs of enjoyment were making Q think of more naughty pursuits. She snaked her hand down and stroked Sabrina’s collar bone, pleased when the simple act made her lover’s breath hitch. As she slid her hand farther toward her breast, Sabrina stayed very still.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Which would she choose? Sabrina hated being frustrated, and she was probably still horny after their shower activities.

  “Mmm... no. But when’s Jude getting home? I can’t handle this much longer.”

  Q chuckled. “Such a spoiled girl! Do you think Jude would like it if he knew you were just waiting for him to get home so you could have some cock?”

  A sulky whine escaped Sabrina as Q tugged gently at her hardened nipple. She looked up at Q, giving her the pitiful big brown eyes. “Nooooo, Q. I’m ready enough. Please?”

  Q ignored her pleas, eventually succeeding in making her writhe under her hands. “What’s the matter, my girl? Do you want something?”

  “Yes, but Jude told us no.”

  “I won’t tell if you don’t.” Q flashed her a wicked smile.

  Her forehead wrinkled in consternation.

  “Hmm, sounds like my little brat needs a spanking,” Jude drawled from the doorway.

  She gasped and yanked her hands from Sabrina as if she’d burst into flames. “I was just messing with her. I wouldn’t have done it.”

  “Mm-hm.” He sauntered into the room, and arched a brow at them. “That doesn’t look like what I told you to wear, either.”

  “You don’t think we look sexy in tank tops? We’re braless and everything.” She’d guessed wrong and scrambled for more excuses but came up with nothing.

  “You did buy us these pajamas, Sir. It’s a waste of money if we never wear them. And poor Q! I thought she was going to die from hypothermia. She was blue and everything! Sir.” Sabrina – the girl thought up escape routes faster than a ninja did back flips. “Oh, and she made me do it.”

  Jude pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he was battling a two-brat-sized headache. “Passport.”

  They both gaped at him for a moment, and then burst into peals of laughter.

  Sabrina scoffed. “You can’t safeword flannel! That’s ridiculous!”

  “No. My two naughty little subs are ridiculous,” he growled, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. His shoulders started to shake, then Sabrina giggled and all was lost. Laughing, Jude toppled onto the bed and gathered them to him. After an evil chuckle he leaped on them – one, then the other, tickling them until they were screeching and shaking, and batting away his hands.

  When they’d finally all calmed, he slipped off the bed and folded his arms. “Kneel where you are.”

  The two women knelt, being at least that well-trained – or at least faking it for the moment. Q hoped he didn’t have any intention of following through with the spanking threat, because if he did she’d need to make a run for it with legs that were quickly falling asleep.

  Jude cleared his throat, and stared at the ground. Was big bad Dom nervous? “We’ve been living together for awhile now, and I’ve been thinking.”

  In her chest, Q’s heart tripped over itself. Oh, bad. No, no, no... things had been going so well!

  “Sabrina,” he looked at her as she eyed him curiously, “Q and I have discussed this.” Her heart slowed to an even beat as she let out a breath in relief. “As much as it could have been confusing to all of us to share you as a submissive, it seems to be working really well.” He stopped, and drew Q to her feet to stand with him. “Are you enjoying having two Doms?”

  She lowered her eyes shyly, and Q admired the line of her body and the submission in her posture. Lately she’d had the overwhelming desire to mark this woman as hers. Although she and Jude had talked about this, they hadn’t decided when to do it. It seemed Jude had made that decision. Being the uber Dom in this relationship was definitely making him cockier.

  He went on. “You’ve told us that you weren’t against the idea of being collared. Do you still feel that way?”

  Sabrina’s gaze flashed up to them then back down. Her face turned a lovely pink. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “To Q and me, collaring is as serious a commitment as marriage. We don’t want you to make this decision lightly. If you need time to think, we understand completely.”

  Q glanced at Jude – from the tension in his stance, he seemed to be anxious too.

  Sabrina worried at her lip, looking uncertain but adorable.

  “You need some time?” Q smiled.

  She smiled. “No. I love you both. I want this as much as you do. But…” Q’s chest tightened – she hated the word but. “I just wish you would have told me ahead of time. I feel terribly underdressed.”

  They grinned at her.

  “Do you want to get changed first?” Jude asked.

  “No, I suppose pajama bottoms with bunnies on them will do.”

  “I told Q that both of you were supposed to be in something sexy, so don’t blame me.”

  “It’s easy enough to fix.” Q tackled Sabrina to the bed and the girl protested as she stripped off her pajamas. As the line of the waistband slid past her hips, she soaked up the lovely image. Stripping Sabrina was one of her favorite hobbies – it didn’t matter whether it was PJs or fancy lingerie. Her naked girl. Mmm. “There. Now she’s perfect.”

  “Not exactly what I had in mind,” Sabrina grumbled, but she knelt on the bed again.

  Jude smiled at Q then fished in his jeans pocket, pulling out a shiny palm full of gold. He picked up the necklace and untangled it. “It came in a box, but that didn’t fit in my pocket.”

  It was the collar they’d picked out together at the jeweler’s – with a heart-shaped lock that held the ends of a pretty chain together. Each half of the heart lock was a different tone of gold.

  Jude let Sabrina see the lock. “The two colors are to remind you that you have more responsibility than most submissives, Sabrina. Think you can handle us?”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, Q. It’s beautiful. I’ll try to be good, but you’ll have to keep being patient with me. Sometimes my mouth runs off on me, and I don’t mean to be bratty, it just kind of happens.” She trailed off, tears forming in her eyes. “I just can’t believe you both still want me.”

  When she paused for a breath, as if lining up more words to say, Jude silenced her with a look. His expression warmed. “I love you, Sabrina. Just as you are.”

  Sabrina’s mouth fell open a little and she blushed a deep red. She dropped her gaze and stared at her knees.

  He loved Sabrina! Q wanted to clap her hands and jump around the room, but that’d be kind of a mood-kill. After Jude handed her one end of the chain, they looped it around Sabrina’s neck and clicked the lock shut at the front. The necklace looked elegant against the bare skin of her neck. Q grinned, almost dizzy with satisfaction. A portion of her inner caveman escaped. This was her woman. Well... hers and Jude’s.

  “And you know I love you, little girl.” Q’s voice quavered a little, and she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her Sabrina’s lips. “I have for a long time, even when you weren’t ready to hear it.”

  Sabrina squealed and threw her arms around Q’s neck then dragged her down onto the bed in an enthusiastic hug. She kissed Q hard, only releasing her when they were both sniffling. As they wiped the tears from their eyes, Jude stroked their hair, running his fingers gently through the tangles.

  After giving them both a last pat, Jude caught Sabrina’s eye. “I’m now going to give you your first order as my collared submissive, Sabrina. You up for it?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “If your first order is to tell me to make you a sammich, I’m going to make Dom-fondue out of you.”

  “Strip Q.” He crossed his arms, waiting.
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br />   The girls stared at each other, and an evil grin spread across Sabrina’s face. Q didn’t argue. As her girl slid her pajama bottoms down, Q caught her by the hair. “Don’t forget what end of the crop you’re on, beautiful.” Sabrina gave her doe eyes, and Q had to fight off going into predator mode. What a pity it was sub-time and not Dom-time. She released her grip on her hair.

  When she was naked, Sabrina’s hands hovered over her skin, only alighting when she reached Q’s nipple rings. She toyed with them for a minute and Q was gasping for breath before Jude stopped her.

  “Sabrina, bed. Q, floor.”

  They eyed him curiously, but followed orders. The kneel that Sir preferred them to use was different from the one Nico had taught her, so she was still working on making it smooth. At least it was starting to feel familiar – even comforting. She loved knowing how to please him. Waiting, she wondered what his devious plans might be.

  Jude walked back to the doorway and picked up a bag that had been on the floor around the corner. He put it on the antique dresser they used for both their lingerie and his t-shirts. The pliers he pulled from the bag shocked her. Q shot a glance at Sabrina, who looked like she too was on the verge of safewording.

  Her stomach dropped as a second pair of pliers joined the first, followed by something metal. He walked slowly to her, his expression ominous.

  “I’ve been thinking, Q.” One of the pairs of pliers opened and clicked closed in his hand, like a tiny snapping alligator.

  “Y-yes, Sir?” Why was she worrying? Jude wouldn’t really hurt her. Not more than she could handle. If he wanted to play with pliers, she’d be brave. She felt the soles of her feet break out in a sweat. Now that was attractive.

  “Are you more of a sub or a Domme?” He raised a brow.

  The change of subject startled her but she made herself think. Did he want the truth, or a comforting lie? She opted for truth. “I’m not sure, Sir. I used to think I was a Domme. Eventually, I realized that I’m also a high-maintenance submissive. It seems to depend on the person I’m with, more than anything. Like I love being Sabrina’s Domme, but I don’t think I could be yours.”

  His eyebrows shot up. He barked a laugh. “Yes, I doubt very much that you could dom me, Q. Which do you prefer?”

  She shrugged. “I love both. I know I’m too much work for most Doms, but there’s this guy I met that gets it just right.” Would he accept that answer? She glanced at the pliers, then away, trying to ignore them. In her mouth she played with her tongue ring, trying to distract herself.

  “Every time you play with that piercing it makes me want to fuck your mouth.” He groaned.

  “She always had that kind of mouth, Sir. The tongue ring just makes it worse,” Sabrina pointed out.

  “Fair enough. I’m sure men on the street fantasize about that mouth. But I’m trying to have a serious conversation here, beautiful.”

  Trying to hide her blush, Q ducked her head.

  “As I was saying,” Jude continued. “Do you consider me your Dom, Q, or just a Dom that you play with?”

  “My Dom, Sir.” She was shocked that he had to ask. Had he honestly wondered about her answer, or was he just making her say it aloud?

  “Good.” From his closed hand he pulled a thick metal chain that looked like a stylized dog choker. “I’m not giving you a choice Q. You’re mine. You will wear this mark of my ownership because it pleases me.” He put the chain around her neck. Ice cold metal against her skin stiffened her nipples. Maybe it wasn’t just the cold. Pliers fiddled at her throat, metal scraped on metal, and it was done.

  Hooking a finger through the small O-ring at the front, he pulled her to her feet. He lowered his face until it was inches from hers. “Mine,” he growled. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. Hot and cold, she shivered, stroking his collar with trembling fingers. She loved this man. The last of her internal defenses collapsed. A quiet peace stole over her, and she felt both safe and free. “I’m yours.”

  He took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Her legs trembled. Just as her knees buckled, he caught her around the waist. “What’s your real first name, Q?”

  “It’s Q?” she said hopefully. Sabrina snickered and she shot her a dirty look.

  He laughed, brushing his lips against hers. “No. What did your parents call you?”

  She paused, looking pained. “I suppose it’s about time I told you.” She sighed. “It’s my mother’s maiden name.”

  “Yes?” prompted Jude.

  “It’s... Quimby.”

  He paused, looking thoughtful. “That’s not so bad. I don’t know what the big deal is.”

  “Think of possible short forms.”

  The last penny dropped into place and he winced. “Yeah... I hadn’t thought of that.”

  She rolled her eyes. “So you understand why I don’t make fun of your name. But why ask now?”

  He gazed down at her. “Because I wanted to say this right. I love you, Quimby.”

  Did he just...? She lit up inside, as though someone had detonated a fireworks factory. He loved her? She grinned at him like a silly idiot, all pretense of reserve dropped.

  “I love you, Sir. But please, just Q?”

  “Okay. I love you, Q.”

  “Woooo-hoooo!” Sabrina crowed, jumping around on the mattress in her enthusiasm. Q had the urge to join her.

  ***

  “So, now that’s done, I have two sweet women to warm me in bed.” Jude gathered the pillows up and threw himself down on the bed, then beckoned, grinning. “Come warm me.”

  “How romantic. So I’m a hot water bottle?” Sabrina seemed to be trying for pouting angriness but to Jude it came off as annoyed sex doll. “Have I just sold my soul to the Devil?”

  “Probably.” He patted the right hand side next to him. “Here.”

  Sighing, she slid in close. He almost sighed, himself, when she snuggled up and rested her head on his chest. His palm found the upper curve of her ass.

  Yes, this was his dream. On hands and knees, Q crawled in close. Her hair had regrown quickly, and it swayed across – long enough to block his view of her cleavage under her tank top.

  “Room for me?” she asked.

  “Always.” He reached and ran his hand along the front edge of the collar, watching the change in her eyes. For Q it meant something just a little deeper than it did for Sabrina. He didn’t mind. It was their differences that drew him to them, that made this relationship work. “Come on, beautiful, lay down with us.”

  “Beautiful?” Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him. “Thank you.”

  “I’ve figured it out.” Sabrina popped her head up. “You want us to help pay the rent.”

  He snorted. “Yes, that too. It’s not for the hot sex. You’ve barely scratched the surface, Jersey girl. Don’t you know all the perks Doms get from collared subs?”

  Her eyes went wide. “What?”

  To his surprise and amusement, Q followed his lead. “He’s right. Maybe I should have told you all the details.”

  In mock astonishment he went on, “You didn’t know? I get to tattoo my name on your asses, get you both pregnant and then take you behind the woodshed on Fridays to beat you.”

  Before Sabrina could blurt out some smartass reply, there was a crash that sounded like something breaking downstairs.

  “Oh my god!” As if she were on springs, Sabrina shot upright into a sitting position. “Maybe Grace is back!”

  He grabbed for her but his hand met emptiness – she’d hopped off the bed already.

  In her fleecy pajamas and skimpy top, she did a fast tiptoe to the door then listened with her head cocked to one side. “I think it’s in the kinky sitting room.”

  “Sabrina!” he and Q cried in unison.

  “Shh! Quiet, you’ll scare her,” she answered then she went through the door.

  By the time they had caught up, Sabrina was poised outside the sitting room door. Reflections of streetlight revealed h
er warrior stance – umbrella raised in one hand and her camera in the other.

  “Sweetheart, you’re joking.” Jude smiled indulgently. “An umbrella? Is it a patented anti-ghost umbrella?” Nothing said Sabrina more than a ridiculous weapon on a ghost hunt. He wrapped his arms around her and held her back. More noises from within made it clear something was moving inside.

  He whispered in her ear. “You will wait here. If it’s not a ghost it may be an intruder.”

  Though she scowled, she offered him the umbrella. It was all he could do not to laugh. But he took the umbrella and stealthily opened the door. It swung in silently.

  Just as he was about to take a step, they both grabbed an arm. “What?” he hissed.

  Q glanced at Sabrina then at him. “You should let us come as back-up.”

  “No. You’re staying here. I’m going in.” That they cared gave him a warm and glowy feeling. But he wasn’t caving on this one.

  Sabrina scowled. “Keep the umbrella, at least, if you’re gonna be so stupid to go alone.”

  He growled quietly. “Stay, both of you.”

  Despite mutinous glares, both of them waited. He sneaked through the door, and after listening a while and only hearing the flap of cloth, he switched on the light. A freezing cold breeze wafted past. By the window, the curtain snapped and curled out as the wind gusted in and caught hold of it. A vase lay smashed nearby, fractured pieces strewn on the floor. Nothing else moved.

  “It’s okay, you can come in. Someone left the window open.” He stepped aside and laid the umbrella on the floor. When Sabrina tentatively came up and grasped his hand, he added, “I’ve cleared the room of hostiles with my automatic rocket-launching umbrella.”

  She whacked his stomach with the flat of her other hand. “Very funny.” It only made him grin more.

  “It might have been a ghost.”

  “Sure.” Q grabbed her attacking hand then looked at him. “Did the curtain knock a vase over?”

  “I think so.”

  “Supposition and circumstantial evidence,” Sabrina muttered. “I should go get my equipment. Just because you see a curtain, doesn’t mean a thing. Who opened the window?” Though he saw Q open her mouth to reply, Sabrina rambled on regardless. “Not me. Maybe we need another a séance even? I mean just because the last one –”