The Dom With a Safeword by Leia Shaw, Cari Silverwood, Sorcha Black Read Free Book Online

recognized the vibrators, she wasn’t a complete idiot. Every girl had one. Hers was purple.
    The rest of the toys were foreign. A few downright scary. She looked at Q then did a double take. Her eyes gleamed as she toyed with the flogger tendrils, her lips parted in a small smile. Holy shit. Q was turned on by this?
    “You know what this stuff is?” she asked her. Q didn’t move her gaze from the flogger. “Of course you do. Creepy as you are.”
    She snapped her head to Sabrina and raised a brow. “You’re not so innocent. I’ve seen you browse that fetish site.”
    Her face heated. “To buy clothes!”
    “Mm-hm.”
    Changing the subject, Sabrina grabbed a chain with two clips off the shelf and analyzed it. “What’s this?”
    “Nipple clamps.”
    She gulped. Her eyes must’ve looked like saucers because Q chuckled beside her. She tried to imagine the ends attached to each nipple, pinching it tight. A rush of warmth slid through her, tingling her most intimate parts. She threw the thing back on the shelf. She picked up a long, flexible stick with a leather tip instead. “And this?”
    Q’s gaze flicked from her face to the toy in her hand then she smiled. “Turn around and I’ll show you.”
    Sabrina spun, putting her back to the wall so fast she slipped off her heel and toppled all the way into the closet. Her heart raced and her clit throbbed. What the hell? Why was she turned on by this?
    Q laughed and took the crop from her hand. “No? You’d probably like it.”
    Yes. She squeezed her eyes shut. What? No! No, no, no. She was not a freak. Not like Q. A delirious giggle escaped her. She opened her eyes to see Q staring at her in question. “I just called you a freak in my head.”
    Q took a step toward her. “Don’t count yourself out of that number so soon, little girl.” She swung the crop twice, smiling when it whistled through the air th en placed it back on the shelf.
    What would that feel like against her skin? On her ass and thighs? She could almost feel the sting as it slapped against her flesh. She felt herself clench…down there. She was getting wet. Was this what had been missing from her sex life all this time?
    “ Here. ” Q placed a pair of leather cuffs in her hand. “What do you think of these?”
    She turned them over. The leather was soft but strong. The silver buckles made them look industrial but still sexy. “Um.” She cleared her throat. “They look very…well-made.” She tried to hand them back but Q had turned away.
    “See anything you like?” came a deep voice from the hallway.
    Shit. She scrambled out of the closet with her hands behind her back, feeling like a toddler caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
    Jude stood, arms crossed, in the hallway.
    “It was her idea,” Q said. “I tried to stop her.”
    Sabrina could’ve kicked her. “Traitor,” she hissed with a glare.
    He took several steps closer, a stern set to his jaw and a determined look in his eye. Now why did that fill her with dread at the same time as making her flush with excitement?
    He put out his hand as he stared at Sabrina. “Bring them here.”
    Instinct had her moving toward him before logic kicked in. Why was she obeying him so easily? She did Q, most of the time, but that was because Q had proven she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Apparently all Sabrina needed was to hear a stern tone and she turned into a puppet. How annoying.
    He kept eye contact the entire long-ass journey from the closet to where he stood. When she gingerly placed the cuffs in his hand, he looked at Q. “Do you know how these work?”
    Q looked a little less affected by his presence but still nodded obediently.
    Gaze back on Sabrina, he said, “Would you like to see?”
    The challenge in his voice had her stumbling for a reply. A simple no would do. But she waited too long. His mouth shifted the tiniest bit – like he’d assessed her and found something he liked.
    The tension in the room cranked up a