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

nodded in approval then stalked toward her. “Now you’re in trouble, little girl.”
    Sabrina felt her breath go in and out in shaky waves. And were her knees trembling? She hadn’t been this nervous since that first kiss when she was thirteen.
    Q stepped in close and pushed her hair back from her face. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into the touch. Was she so sex-starved?
    “Relax, beautiful,” Q said softly. “Just tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop. Jude too. Okay? We’ll let you go if you tell us to.”
    Her awareness centered on the loud beat of her heart, on Q waiting patiently.
    She’d liked it in the dressing room alright, when Q had put her mouth on her. This wasn’t any different, was it? Yes. It was. There was the almost stranger at her back, breathing so close she felt the warmth on her neck, in her hair. Tremors ran through her again. He gripped her arms so tightly.
    She could always wiggle free, stomp on Jude’s foot, kick Q in the –
    What the hell was she thinking? Kick Q? She’d never in a million years hurt that girl. And now she was rambling in her head like a lunatic.
    They’ll let me go if I say. She clung to that thought as Q lowered her lips to hers.
    “God forgive me,” Sabrina whispered. Their lips touched.
    Gentle. Giving. Cinnamon. Q tasted spicy like cinnamon. And familiar, though they’d never kissed. Soft lips pressed against hers, before they lifted away to press in again. Sabrina returned the kiss eagerly, and took some flesh, liking the feel of Q’s bottom lip between her teeth.
    When she nipped harder, Q pulled back and gave her a stern glare. “Behave, little girl.”
    Then she grabbed Sabrina’s hair and held her place while she did exactly what she wished to Sabrina’s mouth. There was no timidity now. Just a woman on a mission to prove exactly what kissing a girl was like.
    Sabrina groaned quietly, inhaling the warmth of Q’s breaths, dissolving into mush. Q kept on kissing and biting and licking. Between her legs turned liquid and hot. She squirmed and wanted so much to arch forward and grind herself on something…on someone.
    The tug and small twinges at her scalp, the lack of freedom, the sheer control of her body by theirs, and the kissing that went on forever – she succumbed, and all her resistance fell away.
    At last, slowly, eyes bright with passion, Q pulled away. Sabrina whispered breathlessly, “I’m so going to hell.”
    Q chuckled and loosened her fingers in Sabrina’s hair. “Poor girl.” Then she pressed more kisses in a soft trail down Sabrina’s neck.
    Goose bumps rose on her arms. The kisses crossed the vulnerable part of her throat and she gulped as a tide of arousal tingled to her breasts and southward. At the spot between her shoulder and neck, Q bit. Her teeth hung on for a long second, marking her. Sabrina yelped and squirmed against Jude.
    His grip hardened. “I think she likes it,” he said, amusement coloring his voice.
    Q ignored him, seemingly lost in her own world of nibbles and licks. When her lips grazed behind Sabrina’s ear, her breath tickled. Sabrina giggled and arched her back. Her breasts pressed against Q’s, shocking her into a sharp awareness of what they did.
    “That’s enough,” Jude said in a quiet rasp.
    After the slightest hesitation, Q stopped. Her face was as flushed as Sabrina’s must be. “Okay,” she croaked. Her tongue curled across her lips one last time as if she were remembering Sabrina’s taste.
    Now look who’s breathless . Sabrina twisted her lips in a crooked smile, pleased at the power she had over her friend.
    Q returned the smirk as if reading her thoughts then she studied Sabrina. “Yes. Her wanting more is a good place to leave her.”
    Leave me? No! She rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the pressure between them. Q watched her, looking like a cat that had a wriggling mouse before it. A whimper escaped Sabrina.
    “Impatient thing,” Q teased.
    Jude uncuffed