“How’d you get so good at renovating houses?” Sabrina asked. “I mean it’s more than just painting you’re doing here, isn’t it?”
“Sure.” He nodded. “I worked for a builder in Spain for a while, and another in Norway. I started out as a bricklayer. I can do electrical work, plumbing…the works. I’m multi-talented in many areas.” His twisted smile had distinctly dirty undertones.
Q scoffed.
“And you have an enormous ego. Hey! Here’s spot you missed,” sang Sabrina, putting her soda can down on the window ledge. She pointed to a section Jude had painted.
Frowning, he walked to her. “Where? I don’t see anything.”
“Right here!” Q saw Sabrina’s intention an instant before she rolled paint across the ass of Jude’s jeans.
Mouth pressed into a hard line and eyebrows raised, Jude drew himself up to his full height and looked down at Sabrina. She dissolved into a fit of giggles and covered her mouth with a cupped hand, looking like she was trying to hold back more.
Apparently Jude’s Dom Face didn’t work on the mischievous little brat. Q snickered.
“Yes, very clever.” His smile was dangerous. He walked to Q and took the soda can from her hand, putting it beside Sabrina’s on the ledge. When he turned back, Q bit her lip and tried to look contrite.
“Kneel, Q,” he ordered. “You too, Sabrina.”
He really wasn’t wasting any time, was he? Part of her objected loudly. Did she respect him enough to kneel to him already? She decided to give it a shot. If this sucked, he’d have to earn it next time. As Q sank to her knees, Sabrina grabbed her hand and did the same. She looked up at Jude, who was damned tall from this vantage point, then quickly averted her eyes. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to ask about eye contact rules.
“You may look at me unless I tell you otherwise.” Jude walked to the painting supplies, set his roller in the tray and put the lid back on the paint can.
As soon as his back was turned, Sabrina moved to get up. Q rolled her eyes and lunged, pulling her back down.
“Seriously?” Sabrina hissed.
“So what kind of punishment do you think you’ve earned?” He swaggered toward them, a gleam in his eye. With a slow nod, he drew Q to her feet and led her to the scaffolding. From up under the lip of the platform, he pulled down a set of leather cuffs that trailed a length of rope.
“Really? That’s not even fair!” Q glowered. “You planned this out ahead of time and were just looking for a reason.”
“No.” He grinned wryly. “With two naughty girls around I need to try to stay a step ahead.” Without warning, his eyes turned to flint. “Now are you going to cooperate with the cuffs, or are we doing this the hard way?”
Q weighed her options, and decided to play along. After all, she’d been hoping today wasn’t just going to be about home improvement. She shoved her wrists out to him.
He shook his head. “Not so fast. Lose the clothes.”
She furrowed her brow. “What? All of them? I just laughed because she was laughing! I couldn’t help it.” Q tugged at the bottom of her t-shirt – she was thankful she’d had the foresight to wear one of her nicer sets of under things. But she still didn’t want to part with her clothes. Not yet.
He arched a brow. “Keep bra and panties on for now. I can always cut them off if they get in the way.” His steely gaze made her want to obey. At least for now.
Blushing, she pulled off her shirt and peeled off her shorts then kicked them both to the side. She offered her wrists more politely this time, and Jude fastened the cuffs on her while making no secret of perusing her body. He traced gentle fingers down the side of her tattoo, from her ribcage, over her hip, down her leg, to where the design pooled at the top of her foot. His investigation had brought him to a crouch, and his lips and tongue brushed briefly over her hipbone. A trickle of moisture dampened her underwear as he stood. With the rope he tied her arms above her head to an O-ring hidden under the scaffolding platform. A few feet to her right he pulled out an already paint-splattered chair and sat down.
“Come here, Sabrina.” He held out a hand. Q hoped this wasn’t freaking her out. “Ah, ah,” he corrected. “Did I say you could get up? Crawl.”
Q winced and waited for Sabrina to tell him off. There was a sound of indignation, but after that there was nothing but the slide of skin on hardwood. Sabrina’s expression read half angry, half aroused. The sight of her smooth tanned thighs – more exposed when the dress was rucked up for crawling – made Q squirm where she stood. She wished she could follow behind her and watch her move.
When she arrived and knelt beside him, Jude patted his lap expectantly.
“You...you want me to sit on your lap?” Sabrina asked. Q could hear the hope in her voice.
“Over my lap, little one. Face down, to be more precise.” He watched her carefully, as if he was waiting for her to balk or bolt.
Her forehead creased and she rocked from knee to knee. Looking like she was trying to touch him as little as possible, she rose to her feet and draped herself across his legs with a little whine.
Because of the way Jude had angled his chair, Q had a pervert’s row view of the action.
He stroked her back and murmured, “Shh. Good girl. Pull up the hem of your dress until it reaches your hips and make sure it stays there. Understood?”
A sob escaped her, but she complied. “My safeword is ghost, right?”
“Yes,” he replied. He chuckled as he stroked the gold lettering across the back of Sabrina’s purple panties. “Naughty? A bit late for a warning. It should say that on the front of your dress just to give a guy a fighting chance. Like a name tag.”
Another wave of heat hit Q. She’d bought those for Sabrina as a joke last Christmas. She’d never guessed the girl would actually wear them, let alone that she’d get to see them on... or ever so slowly sliding down. Jude slipped them to the tops of Sabrina’s thighs and left them there. Clenching her legs together didn’t relieve the throbbing of Q’s clit – it only made things worse.
Jude raised his hand and brought it down in a resounding smack. “Should little subs play tricks on Doms?”
Other than a slight squirm, Sabrina was silent. Two more slaps landed in quick succession, making her screech. Her gaze flew to Q, and she looked indignant. She was totally going to tell him off in three, two…
“I’m sorry, Sabrina,” Jude said when the first syllable left her mouth. “Did you say something?”
Seething, she threw a dirty look over her shoulder at him. “No.”
“You didn’t answer my question, little one. Don’t you have something you want to say to me?”
Q could see that the answers racing around in her friend’s head weren’t at all polite or mollifying. Her imminent backtalk was cut off by Jude applying his hand to her backside. Would this spanking finally get Sabrina to watch her mouth? She doubted it. He swatted her so many times her ass turned a delicious shade of pink.
“Ow, ow, ow! Stop! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have pranked you,” Sabrina conceded finally, trying to shimmy sideways off of Jude’s lap. He held her in place with the hand that was still in the small of her back.
“I’m not done with you yet.” He grinned, pressing the fingertips of his spanking hand to one rosy cheek. Her muscles jumped under his touch and a quiet moan escaped her. His gaze settled on a hardware store bag beside the chair. He leaned sideways a little, fished around in the bag and pulled out an old-fashioned style wooden paintbrush.
“No, Jude!” Q blurted. Sabrina’s head whipped around and she paled.
“You’re not in charge right now, Q. I’m not going to push her farther than I should.”
She had no idea what his intentions were but it was difficult for her to not intervene on Sabrina’s behalf – especially when wooden implements made an appearance. She watched in apprehension as he pulled the store plastic off of it.
“You color up very nicely, Sabrina.” He stroked t
he blotches he’d made. With a wicked smile, he switched to caressing her with the soft bristles of the paint brush. She twisted around on his lap, breathing hard then whining when he wouldn’t release her.
“Oh... Oh stop! It... tickles!” she gasped.
He ignored her, spreading her legs apart and dragging the brush lower. She panted and squirmed. “Tickle” didn’t seem to be the right word. As she pulled ineffectively at the cuffs, Q inched forward, needing to be closer – wishing she could help touch her.
“I should get Q to take some pictures of you like this sometime.” Jude looked up at Q. “What do you think?”
The tableau of the two of them together made her wish desperately for her camera. Not that she could use it while she was tied up like this. Her smile to Jude was feral. “If you untie me, I’ll go get it now.”
Sabrina renewed her struggle to slide off his lap. “No, Q!”
Jude gave her a sweet smile. “Oh, but I can’t untie you now, Q. You might run away, and it’s your turn next.”
“Fuck you,” she threw back. “I don’t like spanking.”
“Oh, but I do. And you didn’t mark it as a hard limit. The only way you’re getting out of an over-the-knee spanking today is if you safeword.”
Q sputtered for a minute. There had to be a way out of this without safewording. She didn’t want to be a wuss.
With hands on Sabrina’s waist, Jude set her on her feet, steadying her as she wobbled. She mewled and pressed against him, wrapping her arms around his torso as he stood. No porn girl had ever looked as erotic as Sabrina did right then, with her tousled hair, hard nipples and pouty lips. Jude kissed her deeply, then crouched and slid her panties the rest of the way down, helping her step out of them. He peeled off her dress and unclasped her bra.
Sabrina. Naked. Pressure built higher in Q’s groin. She wanted the cuffs off so she could run her hands over Sabrina’s body. It was the ultimate cruelty that now she was allowed to, but couldn’t.
With a hand on her back, Jude led Sabrina toward Q and the scaffolding. The possibilities raced through Q’s mind. He pulled a second set of cuffs out from under the lip of the platform. Seriously? How prepared was he? As Jude buckled the cuffs on Sabrina’s wrists, the girl pressed against him, kissing his chest. Impassively he grabbed her hands and pulled her over to Q, fastening her to the ring that Q was attached to, so that they almost stood on top of each other.
Q groaned as Sabrina’s silky skin skimmed along hers. Jude slid between them and unhooked Q’s bra then lowered his head. He rumbled appreciatively as he discovered and toyed with her nipple piercings. The warmth of his mouth enveloped one of Q’s nipples while his fingers toyed with the other. Sabrina edged closer leaning over Jude’s head to brush her lips along Q’s cheek. Their mouths met in a bone-melting kiss, tongues exploring. Sandwiched by them, Jude shared the attention of his mouth and hands between their breasts. Q wondered foggily if she was going to come by accident. She hoped she wouldn’t get in trouble for it.
The tickle of Jude’s hair on Q’s belly as he moved down Sabrina’s was exquisite. Sabrina shifted and whimpered. A glance down gave Q a glimpse of Jude kissing his way up the girl’s thigh, toward her core. When she cried out, Q took her mouth, muffling her noises. Jude slipped out from between them and rose to his feet. The girls’ bodies met, and Sabrina tried to grind her hips against her without having any leverage. Eyes glossy and skin hot, she rubbed up against Q like she’d die without attention.
Jude pushed Q’s knee forward, sliding it between Sabrina’s legs until it pressed against her groin. With a mumbled objection, Sabrina tried to pull away, but he was persistent and pushed them together until she stopped fighting it. They ground against each other but the position was more frustrating than satisfying. Jude cursed under his breath, like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Behave, you two,” he growled. He pulled them apart. Jude gripped the back of Q’s hair and crushed her lips under his. She could taste Sabrina on him. Fuck, it was erotic. “Now for your spanking, little brat.”
No! Not happening! He untied her wrists, leaving the rope dangling from the ring. She twisted away from him and ran for the door, planning to lock herself in the bathroom until she could negotiate her way out of this. Jude wrapped his huge arms around her, and he brought her down, shielding her from the floor with his own body. His chest was as hard as the wooden flooring.
Sabrina screamed.
Before Q could blink, he’d rolled her off of him and leaned down to grab her arms. She kicked out and struggled, pushing him away as he tried to keep her pinned to the floor. He put some of his weight on her and she bit his shoulder hard.
“Stop!” he boomed. She recoiled, releasing his flesh from her teeth.
Panting, she looked up at him repentantly. “Sorry. I got carried away.”
“Oh, Q! Are you okay?” Sabrina yelled.
Q sent her friend a small, reassuring smile.
Jude looked down at her lazily, not even a little out of breath. Bastard. “I know you like to play rough, Q. Do you remember your safeword?”
She nodded.
“Okay, then. Game on.”
She tried to scrabble out from under him, but he pinned her to the floor and kissed her. Her will to fight drained as she felt his hard cock pressing at her through his jeans. She wrapped her legs around him, returning his kiss.
“That’s it?” he said. “No more fight out of you? You were easier to tame than I thought.” He pushed himself up, sitting back on his heels. “Now I’m going to tan your backside for biting me.”
Easy to tame? Fuck you, sunshine. When he grabbed for her arm, he closed his hand on air. She spun away from him, trying to rise. He caught her then pulled her back down and she landed hard on her hands and knees. In a heartbeat he covered her body with his, pressing his cock against her from behind. With a buck, she tried to throw him off, but the feeling of him over the top of her – dominating her – was mind-blowing. It would be so easy to give in. She felt him fumble with his clothing, then he yanked on the flimsy fabric of her panties and they slid to her knees. She pressed back against him, wiggling her hips.
He growled and bit the back of her neck.
Fuck. Heat shot straight to her clit, and her eyes rolled back.
“If we didn’t need a condom, my cock would be inside you right now.” The snarl in her ear was made of frustration.
She bit her lip before she dared him to do it. Q’s nipples were so hard she could cut glass.
Please, yes. Her body begged for his, but her brain wasn’t such an easy sell. Shut up! Quit being such a whore…and no more being nice. Against all of her baser desires, Q flattened herself to the floor and rolled away from him. She gained her feet and made it a few steps before he grabbed her elbow. Instinct took over and she raised a knee, catching him in the thigh as he twisted aside.
“That’s it. I think I need a fucking safeword.” Jude dragged her to the scaffolding with an iron grip on her arm, ignoring her scratching and kicking. He brought her to the end of the structure and tied her facing it with some suspiciously handy lengths of rope. With her arms spread wide, her bare skin scraped against the roughness of the wood. “You want to play hard? Fine. But next time use your manners. No kneeing me in the junk.” He swatted her once on the ass and backed a step.
She tingled where he had smacked her. The sound of a belt being slowly drawn from belt loops put her entire body on hot alert. She quivered in anticipation – she loved bite of a belt into her flesh.
“Understood?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir,” he commanded.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I call you Sir, sunshine.” Q had a moment of re-evaluating her sanity. The man was holding a belt, but something inside her never let her give in so easily.
“Oh, really?”
Something whistled through the air. She tensed. When nothing happened she giggled crazily. “Shit, you never said
you were a bad shot.”
Sabrina gasped and shook her head frantically. Apparently her temporary insanity had become obvious to others.
“I was just getting a feel for this belt,” Jude explained. “Don’t worry, you’ll be getting a feel for it soon enough.”
With a lick of fire, the belt made its acquaintance with Q’s ass. She rose up on her toes and hissed. His initial shot wasn’t that hard, but she had little tolerance for being hit there. The next couple of blows left stinging pathways on her upper back. Her eyes rolled up as goose bumps rose all over her body. Her nipples hardened and brushed against the wood. She was glad she’d lost her bra somewhere in their scuffle so it didn’t interfere with his work. Sabrina’s face was a few feet away, and Q focused long enough to see she looked scared.
“It’s good... I’m okay,” she reassured. The tension in her friend’s face eased.
The belt started to land in rhythmic patterns, with Jude pausing sometimes to drag his fingertips over the fire or pinch harder and harder at her aching nipples. The haze took her and she hung from her wrists, floating adrift in sensation, her breath loud in her ears.
Then everything just stopped. A whine rose in her chest. More, more, more! She heard arguing.
“She’s not okay!” Sabrina shouted. “She doesn’t look good. Check on her.”
Jude sighed and something touched her face. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes.
“You alright, little brat?” he rumbled. His palm held her firmly under the jaw, his fingers stroking her cheek.
She tried to press against him, but her limbs weren’t entirely under her command. Legs cooperated enough to take her weight. He breathed gently in her ear then bit the lobe. She cried out in pleasure.
Speech was dragged from her only by sheer power of will. “He knows what he’s doing, Sabrina. My safeword is ‘mercy’. I don’t want him to stop, okay?”
Eyes wide, Sabrina nodded, and bit her lip.
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