Ghost. She stamped the word into her memory. She could always say ghost and she knew without a doubt, Q would make sure she was okay.
Q. Sabrina looked for her. She turned her head to the left and watched her approach. She stalked, just like the lioness Sabrina had pictured only a week ago. Her smug smirk made Sabrina’s insides clench in anticipation.
Q moved in behind her, out of Sabrina’s line of sight. She stared at the cracked paint on the wall, waiting. The light touch on the back of her dress made her jump. Q chuckled. The zipper slid down, exposing her bare back.
“Wait!” She tensed then tried to pull up. Jude leaned harder. Though she wore a bra, pretty soon she was going to be half-naked – she’d chosen to wear a thong so panty lines wouldn’t show. Stupid vanity. Half-naked? More like nine tenths. And Jude was watching.
If she shouted “stop” or “ghost” would she upset Q? They’d barely begun and, in a way, she’d agreed to this. Wimping out so early seemed wrong.
“Wait, Q.” Jude’s terse order made Q falter then stop the slow descent of the zipper.
Relief filtered through Sabrina. She caught the tail end of a searching look Jude had sent her way.
Her heart thudded as they discussed her fate.
“Why? I thought I was in charge this time?”
“You are. But this isn’t the start of a race. Slow down. Let’s do it this way.”
Jude lifted his hand from her lower back and the spot felt suddenly cold. She almost complained but caught herself. No way would she give any indication she enjoyed this. When his hand came down again, she could tell he was gathering handfuls of her dress. Inexorably, like the raising of the curtain on a stage, he was hauling it up.
Then the hand dragging up her dress switched from hard and heavy, to a lighter grasp. Q had taken over the task while Jude went back to holding her down at neck and lower back. Her dress was staying on. The threat of sudden, terrible nakedness was gone.
Yet that hold of Jude’s on her – so firm, unrelenting, and male. His calluses rubbed her nape. He’d shown her such consideration without relinquishing a single bit of control. And without him speaking a word to her, she felt their connection sink in, from where his palm touched her skin, and spread through her flesh.
The hem of the dress reached her upper thighs. Trembling, she adjusted her grip on the tablecloth, and put her forehead to the cloth. If they looked, they’d see her thong was drenched.
A touch of cool night air hit her bared ass. So vulnerable.
Q came into her vision again. She looked down at Sabrina curiously.
Maybe she could appeal to her too-nice side.
“Q,” she said in a small voice. “Just…just be nice.”
Q smiled. A good sign, right? “I don’t think you really want me to be nice, little girl.”
Uh-oh. The thrilling meaning of those words quivered all the way to her bare toes. She clenched them into the cool timber floor, because squeezing her thighs together was too obvious.
“I’ve never seen you sexier than this. Waiting for me.” Q seemed fascinated with looking at her body. Her fingers touched Sabrina through the dress fabric, just above where Jude pressed on the small of her back. Q stroked her, shifting lower, and Sabrina shut her eyes. Her hand must have travelled over Jude’s then the touch returned on her naked flesh, stopping when Q reached the cleft of her ass. She drew little circles on Sabrina’s skin.
Warmth spread like a small wave, rippling between her legs, making her throb. Imagining where Q was looking, knowing where she was touching, and what she intended to do…Sabrina groaned and wriggled. The edge of the table was just too high for her clit to grind against.
At that Jude leaned in and nuzzled her ear then nipped her. The sharp pain made her gasp. “Is she getting wet, Q?”
The grating rumble of his voice and the intimate question made everything so much hotter, sexier, and naughtier. She was ass up and pinned. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to. Limp, flattened onto the table, she heard her own harsh, wanting breaths. They might have weighed her down with stone.
“Let me check.”
No. No. She tried to move her hips away from Q, but couldn’t get far.
But Q’s fingers slipped under the thong and along her slit, gliding up and down as slickly as a tongue along melting ice cream.
She choked back a whimper.
“Yes.” Q stopped and Sabrina heard her swallow. “She’s very wet.”
“Good girl.” This time he kissed her hair and breathed on her for a while as his big hand massaged her nape. “Now spank her. And if she’s really good and doesn’t make too much noise, we’ll take off her underwear.”
Oh fuck. Did she want this? Sabrina tongued her lip. Being silent had taken on a heavy significance. If she was quiet, they’d make her naked.
There was hesitation in the air. At the back of her mind Sabrina knew Q was tussling over saying she was in charge again, but the hand moved from between her legs, cupped one globe of her ass then lifted away.
The first smack alone reverberated deep down into her flesh, thrumming into her clit. Q hit her again and again. The slaps burned as they grew harder. Then Q paused and hit her in a different unexpected spot. Though she whimpered and tried to curve her back to the side, Q steadied her with a hand on her hip. And Jude held her down even harder.
Ghost. Ghost. She could use that if she wanted to.
More smacks, more force, more throbbing.
The burning heated her down there and merged, making her lower body one big molten ache.
“You can do it,” Q murmured. “Stay quiet, and I’ll take off your thong. Stay quiet and I’ll put my mouth there. Three more.”
Her mouth? Sabrina’s eyes sprang open, and she saw Jude looking back at her. Oh god. Mouth meant tongue…lips.
He smiled the smallest amount, pressed his finger and thumb in on the sides of her neck. “I’m not letting you go.” Now she was utterly surrounded by him, controlled. And I love it.
Smack. She gasped and her mouth stayed open…because he was watching her lips. Two more harder-than-hell smacks and she still lay there, trembling, breathing raggedly, and locked into Jude’s gaze.
“Done. You’re such a good pet.” His thumb stroked at the angle of her jaw. “Take them off. I want to see her come.”
There was no hesitation this time – Q hooked her fingers beneath Sabrina’s thong and began to pull them down. Her weight made the thong gather between her skin and the table. “Lift up, Sabrina.”
She blinked. Helping them undress her seemed wrong. When she waited a few seconds before raising herself only a tiny amount, Jude narrowed his eyes.
He glanced down. “More.”
She frowned, sucked in her lip. Q was going to do things to her. Fantasy was one thing…
“More,” Q growled, smacking her ass hard enough to make her squeak.
“Ow!” Instinctively she tried to edge away.
But Jude held her. His grip allowed zero movement, she could only squirm and rise up on tiptoe.
Then Q leaned on her too.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
At that Q bit her left butt cheek. “Mine.” She moved and bit again and stayed there with teeth fastened into her.
There were so many places they held her down, and made her theirs, and where Q bit was such an exquisite point of pain that it seemed to nail her down like…like…
“Ohhh,” she groaned softly, relaxing every muscle. She was their plaything. Theirs.
When Q released her, she begged with her eyes even as Jude went back to caressing her with his thumb.
“You liked that.” His blue eyes seemed as intense as a surgeon’s might be while he decided precisely where to cut next.
The thong was at her ankles. Q grasped each ankle to make her lift her feet. It was whisked away. Naked.
Jude kissed her cheek. “You’re teaching me. I’m learning what you like.” He looked away. “Take off your t-shirt, Q, befo
re you go down on her.”
Both determination and challenge came through in Q’s words. “No, sunshine. I’m not doing that. Not today.”
Her friend must be kneeling between her legs. She’d spread her legs without thinking. Q would be looking at her, at her wetness. She’d never, ever, let her… Sabrina inhaled and tried to close her legs.
“No,” Q snapped and her hands were on Sabrina’s inner thighs stopping her. “I want to look at you.”
She huffed, quivering, feeling her pussy clench inward, and all because the idea of Q looking at her there had sent her arousal soaring. She let Q hold her open, and closed her eyes. Heat seeped through her, and she became wetter with every passing moment. She held onto the tablecloth like it might save her from some awful fate. Maybe from being licked and sucked and orgasmed to death?
Fuck. She so wanted to come.
“Wait there.” Jude said gruffly. “Don’t move.” He released her and walked away.
“Can’t,” she whispered belatedly, to no one, choking on the word. Lightning had hit. Q had touched her and now stroked her with a fingertip, lightly. Up, down, and each time she stroked, she spread Sabrina’s lips the littlest amount more.
In the distance a drawer opened and shut. She heard the tread of Jude returning.
Q took away her finger. Gah! She curled her toes on the floor, wanting her back but not wanting to say.
“What are you doing?” Q asked.
“This.” Jude was on the opposite side of the table. He took each of Sabrina’s hands and wrapped the wrist cuffs about them, giving her little reassuring smiles now and then as she stared at what he did. “I’m tying you to the table. So I have my hands free to do other things. Don’t worry. Q will be loose.”
Dazed, she merely whispered, “Oh.” And she tried to ignore Q, her friend and predator, who waited to do wicked things between her legs. She should be worried if he tied them both up, shouldn’t she? She gulped, and let him clip her wrists together, let him attach a rope and pull it taut so her arms were dragged out straight above her head. He knotted the end of the rope to something below her vision, at the other side of the table.
Then he stalked back around to the other side where Q must be kneeling. She strained to see. He stood there in his sexy black jeans and shirt. He placed a hand on her ass, stroked her, stirring up yet more heat. She’d be so swollen down there. She wanted them to touch her, wanted…
She wiggled her butt, vying for their attention.
They ignored her.
“What did you tie that to?” Q asked.
“A metal ring. I have them here and there. I learned a long time ago to make sure my furniture has multiple uses.”
“What a resourceful man,” Q said in a dryly amused tone.
“Yes. I’m also a man who knows when a sub needs more.”
What the hell were they doing? Discussing furniture? She was going to combust. She wriggled some more and moaned. Jude only planted his palm on her harder and fastened her butt to the table.
“More? More what?”
Uh-oh. Q seemed to be daring him.
She peeked out the corners of her eyes.
“Is this a designer shirt? A favorite?” He fingered the sleeve of Q’s black shirt.
“No.” She began to rise from her crouch.
He let her but slid his hand up into her hair and crunched a hold among her black locks that made her gasp.
Neck craned back by his tight grip, Q protested. “What the hell are you…”
His head angled, Jude hit her with a kiss so brutal, Sabrina gasped at the same time as Q did. Only Q’s gasp was muffled by Jude’s mouth. There were kisses and there were kisses, and this one would have rated as assault with a deadly weapon if reported to the police.
Wow. Mouth open and with her wrists still tied, Sabrina watched, feeling like a spectator to a force of nature ripping apart a house all the way down to its foundations.
When Q brought her hands up to his face, Jude snared one of them and took it behind her. With her wrist still grasped there, he dragged her up against him. Q clawed her fingers into his biceps and took what he gave her, while he kissed her and bit and tongued her mouth and neck.
Q groaned softly, “No, no, no,” before she at last fell silent and sagged in his arms, as pliable as a rag doll. More bites, more owning kisses then he drew back. He panted and stared down at Q in a way that made Sabrina want to be her. If he could kiss like that…oh my god.
Q half-opened her eyes and waited, looking downward.
“Now.” Jude bent his head to ear level and said in a harsh whisper, “Stand still. These don’t rip easily but I don’t fucking care if that happens.” Then he let Q go and hauled her shirt off over her head. “If you sass me again, I’ll put cuffs on you and make you go down on Sabrina without touching her with your hands. She might be yours, but while this arrangement stands –” He grabbed her and shook her a little as he spoke the next words “– you are mine. Got that, Q?”
Wow again. She’d never ever seen Q cowed. She swallowed before she spoke quietly. “Yes.”
He paused, running his fingers up Q’s cyborg sleeve, over the shoulder piece, to where it twined down the side of her ribs and waist. Sabrina could almost hear him wondering how far past the waistband of her jeans it went.
“Good. On your knees.” He pushed her down and unzipped his jeans. He pushed the jeans down until his erection sprang free.
Jude caressed the top of her head until Q sighed and peered up at him. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Q’s voice shook.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and groaned. Maybe if she whimpered someone might do her? But as she opened her mouth and uttered a single syllable, Jude whacked her hard, again. She yelped and bit back a grumble.
“Quiet,” he murmured.
With his fist wrapped in Q’s hair he brought her to his cock and slid the tip, then another few inches, into her open mouth.
The way his shaft plunged between her lips, the little grunts Q made and the sheer dominance in the act was so erotic that Sabrina’s clit swelled. She sighed and fought not to whimper.
After several more long thrusts that left Jude pink in the face but Q even redder and breathing hard, he stopped. He withdrew from her mouth and zipped himself up. The look of disappointment on Q’s face made it hard not to smirk and giggle, but she managed. They’d left her alone a while but she was still tied down and helpless.
“Me now, pleeese,” she said quietly and in her most begging voice. They both looked at her. “I’m so horny I could hump the table.”
Jude grinned but shot her an evil glare. “Between the two of you brats I’m going to have my hands full.”
This time the snicker escaped. “I’m the good one though.”
“Are not.” Q’s mouth curved in a lopsided smile. “She’s the –” Casually, Jude had reached out and grabbed her hair again without sparing Q more than a glance. Q’s eyes fluttered closed.
“Shush. She’s right. You’re brattier.” He tightened his hold a smidgeon. “Sabrina, you’re going to behave, aren’t you? I don’t need to punish you? Though I can see you like spanking, I assure you I can make it Much. More. Painful.” The grin faded and he cocked an eyebrow.
She gulped. She could hear her heart beating, could feel the stretch of the rope on the cuffs, and the coolness on her pussy. Before she could squeeze out a word, he placed his palm on top of her ass then wriggled his thumb in her moisture until it sat between her lower lips, and right over her entrance.
She exhaled and made a little sound of pleasure, praying he’d move that thumb even deeper. “I’ll behave, Jude.”
“I thought so. Keep your legs apart. Q is going to take off her jeans and then make you come. Now.”
She shut her eyes and so could only listen to the sound of Q unzipping her jeans and slithering out of them. Without sight, the feel of his thumb was making her pussy beat in time with her heart. When he started to move the tip in and o
ut, she opened her mouth and took some sharp breaths.
“Have you ever had a woman touch you down there, little one?” he asked.
“No.” She put her forehead down and arched her back. “No…I haven’t.” Something softly wet and hot brushed across her clit and another hand pulled her lips wider as Jude took his away.
“Then I’ll enjoy watching Q defile you.”
“I…oh, god.” That was Q’s tongue dancing atop her clit, doing lovely long licks and dabs. “God…I don’t…mmm… care.” The words tumbled out as she concentrated on what was happening below.
From the thump and slide of cloth on the table and the body warmth, Jude had perched himself beside her. His thigh shifted up against her body. She turned her head and found his hand at her lips. Q toyed with her – flicking her tongue across or sucking, then waiting while her hand held Sabrina’s pussy as wide open as it would go. And then…then her tongue dipped inside there too. She wriggled and groaned, trying to somehow get that tongue in deeper, which only made Q chuckle. The cuffs stopped her from reaching back and pulling Q in closer. But she squirmed anyway. Q withdrew that teasing tongue and poised her fingers where tongue had been.
Then her whole mouth settled over Sabrina’s clit and sucked the little nub inside right up against that evil tongue.
“Oh.” She raised her head. “Ohhhh, fuck.” The pressure inside her built and subsided in waves – cramming her full then lessening.
At the same time as Q worked her forge-hot tongue all around her clit and sucked and sucked, she coaxed two fingers up inside her and began to pump them slowly in and out.
“Oh my god!” Sabrina sobbed. Almost there…almost… She rocked her groin, tightened her thighs on Q, flexing.
And that was when Jude chose to V his hand over her neck and pull her to him for a deep kiss. Confusion, heat, and the glorious wet sucking made everything wrench together. Pleasure ruptured inwards. Eyes jammed shut, she strained with every muscle of her toes and legs, shuddering at Q’s mouth and groaning into Jude’s as the orgasm overtook her, shook her, and slowly, ever so slowly, wrung her dry.
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