The Dom on the Naughty List (6 page)

The sound of the door shutting seemed to bring Jude to his senses. “What the fuck is this?” he growled, gesturing to the swath of destruction. It looked like a unicorn had spooged rainbows all over the tiles Jude had installed only a couple weeks ago. “I go out for a couple of hours and you trash the place
again
! When I suggested you two take up wrestling, I was joking. And I meant in a pool of jello, not in frosting on the kitchen floor. And poor Cross – I can’t even have people over to our house without having to call and make sure you’re not in the middle of some wild, kinky scene?” From the corner of her eye, Q saw him run a hand through his short, blond hair and look helplessly around the kitchen. A smile played around his lips but he looked intent on holding it back.

“I made cookies,” Q said in a small voice, looking at her knees.
“Then I was goofing around and attacked Sabrina with icing. I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. I’m sorry, Jude. It’s my fault we can’t have nice things.” She did her best to look contrite and not eye Sabrina’s closest purple-iced nipple. She wondered how many licks it would take to get to skin. It was stiff and inviting under the coating.

“Q?”
he said. When she looked up, he shook his head and set his mouth in a firm line. “You can’t even keep your eyes off of her to save your own ass.” He
tsked
.

“Do what you think you have to
, but admit it...she looks delicious.” Q gave him a mischievous glance.

He
smothered a laugh. “Both of you do. I’m surprised Cross didn’t come in his pants, finding you two like this.”

“How do you know he didn’t?” Sabrina grinned.
“Maybe that’s why he left so quickly.”

“Just be glad I’m not the kind of Dom that lets other
Doms discipline his subs. I can’t imagine he would have turned me down. He might have even done a better job. All his ex-subs were very good girls.”

Sabrina’s eyes flew wide, but Q just laughed.

“I don’t want to play with Cross,” Sabrina whined. “Don’t you think I get spanked enough?”

“With you
, I doubt there is such a thing.” Jude smirked. “And what should I do to you now, little miss Q? There’s a lesson that needs to be learned here, about not making such big messes.”

“You make big messes all the time,” she replied slyly.

“Dom’s prerogative. You should accept it as the gift that it is. It shows that you’ve pleased me.”

Q barked out a laugh.
“I feel downright blessed then.” She started to rise but a glare from Jude changed her mind.

“Fuck.
How are we going to do this?” He looked around, then started stripping off his clothing.

Sabrina shot her a hopeful look – would they get out of trouble and get to play in one fell swoop?

He stalked away and Q watched his well-muscled back and ass. Her mouth watered – all that muscle under smooth skin. The muscle he used against her when they wrestled...and when he beat her. She was hit with a wave of dizzying arousal. Between Sabrina and Jude, she never wanted for anything in terms of sex or pretty bodies to ogle. If she’d ever had another “type”, she didn’t remember it.

The slosh of a bucket heralded Jude’s return.
He thumped it down and threw them some rags. “Clean up this mess. Now.”

Sabrina frowned.
“What are you going to do?”

“Supervise.
If you look hot while you’re doing it, I’ll carry you both up to the shower and use you. When you’re done.”

They groaned in unison, and Q realized th
at Sabrina was still as turned on as she was.

“Please, Sir?
Fuck us now?” Sabrina asked, looking up at him coyly from her knees. She crawled closer and Q followed her lead, trying to look like she was pleading rather than stalking her prey.

Jude growled – the sound making the hair on the back of Q’s neck stand up.
She wanted to suck his cock, but his forbidding look stopped her. “No fucking until you clean up. Do a good job or I’ll use the switch as motivation.”

“But Q was teasing me before you came home.
I’m just an innocent bystander. The victim of Q’s lusty nature. It would serve her right if you made me come and she had to watch, then clean the kitchen. That would totally teach her a lesson.” Sabrina’s expression was hopeful and Q fought the urge to wrestle her down and spank her little traitorous ass. Even if it was true.

Jude’s gaze flicked to Q.
Their non-verbals were getting pretty fluent.

With a slight nod to Jude, Q rose up
, then came down on Sabrina’s lower back, flattening her to the floor. Sabrina screeched and tried to wriggle free. A wild flurry of smacks to Sabrina’s sexy posterior left her gasping.

“Stop,” Jude barked.
All movement ceased. “Has selling Q down the river ever worked out for you, kitten?”

She whimpered
, then turned her head to look at Jude. “Um. It has its moments.”

Q grabbed one of Sabrina’s wrists and twisted it behind her back.
When she grabbed the other, all hell broke loose. Sabrina squirmed and shoved out with her foot, catching Q in the chest and toppling her backward. The girls tussled for awhile – Q getting the upper hand, then Sabrina slipping free with the help of the greasy icing. It was so ridiculous that they had to stop because they couldn’t stop giggling. When they lay in a heap, still shaking with laughter, Q looked over at Jude, who’d gone very quiet.

He stared at them heatedly as he stroked his hardened cock.

Q crawled to him again. “Please can I, Sir?” Sabrina came up beside her, grinning and looking eager to lend a helping mouth.

“
Nooooo,” he grumbled. “Clean this mess up now. No cock until you’re done.”

Q tried not to laugh, but a small grin escaped.
She knew how he felt. Sometimes being the Dom sucked when it meant you had to suffer to teach your submissive a lesson.

With a melodramatic sigh and a last pointed look at his manly bits, Q turned away.
They scooped icing by the handful into the kitchen garbage, then started washing the floor. On their hands and knees, they made a game of angling their asses toward Jude and giving him coy little looks over their shoulders. Several times, they started to make out and Jude had to growl at them to get back to work – after he’d watched for a few minutes. Eventually the floor was cleanish, but they kept transferring icing to the tile from their skin.

“You two are too dirty to finish this job properly,” Jude muttered huskily.

Sabrina smirked. “Q’s always too dirty to do housework.”

“Shut up, brat!”
Q laughed.

“Come here.
I’m carrying you up to the shower one at a time. Do not set foot outside of the kitchen until I get you cleaned up.” He grabbed Sabrina when she got close enough and threw her over his shoulder.

She shrieked and
kicked. “Jude! Not like this. Put me down!”

Jude pinned her legs to his chest with one arm, bringing up the opposite hand to toy with her.
He grinned and raised an eyebrow at Q, silently inviting her over.

She stalked to them, watching as Jude used both hands to spread Sabrina’s legs slightly.

“What are you...” Sabrina’s complaint stopped as Q’s tongue traced the seam of her sex. She whimpered as Q pushed her thighs apart farther, so she could reach her clit. Q cleaned the icing off with her tongue, then sucked gently. “Ugh. No, Q. Please don’t. Stop!”

Q backed off.
“What was that? Please don’t stop?” She leaned in again, rooting for her clit, then alternating between sucking and nipping lightly.

The sobs were getting distracting by the time Jude pushed Q away by the forehead.
“She’s going to bruise a rib if you don’t stop. Or pass out. Just wait.” He took off down the hallway and up the stairs, Sabrina’s cries evidence of Jude continued torture.

Q shifted from foot to foot, too wound up
to stand still. If Jude so much as brushed her clit when he carried her up, she was sure she’d explode. She shivered, the icing getting cold and a little itchy as it dried on her skin. It seemed to take ages, although it couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, for him to come back.

He r
eappeared just as her hand snaked down her belly on the way to her slit.

“No, Q.” He
grabbed her by the throat and glared down at her.

She stare
d back, sinking into his blue eyes.

“That’s mine.
If you want to play with it, you know you have to ask.”

She mewled and pressed against him, not breaking eye contact.
She’d do anything, if only he’d command her.

He let go of her neck and lifted her into his arms, like knights on TV carried swooning maidens.
His eyes didn’t leave hers. “Are you my good girl, Q?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“What do you want right now?”

“Anything you want, Sir.”
Her voice was quiet and small, even to her own ears. Waves of heat rippled through her, making her nipples tighten. She was so wet.

He chuckled, breaking the spell.
Q shook herself. Damned snake charmer. A few weeks before, Jude had accidently discovered that a small show of dominance when she was horny as hell worked almost as well as a smack-down to get her into subspace. Bastard.

The shower was running and steam billowed out of the open
ensuite door. As Jude carried her in, Sabrina looked at them, glaring. Her hands were cuffed to the shower’s grab bar and she was trapped under the shower’s spray with no way to wash herself. Or touch herself.

“Why does she get carried lik
e a princess while I get hauled off like a sack of potatoes?” Sabrina grumbled.

“It’d be a crime not to show off that spectacular ass,” Q replied.

Jude nodded in agreement and winked at her.

They showered, ignoring Sabrina as she complai
ned about her placement. The two of them washed their little captive next, shampooing her hair and rinsing her thoroughly. Even just sliding soapy hands over Sabrina’s curves was heavenly. After they’d rinsed her, Q lowered her lips to Sabrina’s and kissed her deeply.

Sabrina gave a little grunt
. Q raised her head and saw Jude had fastened his mouth onto her shoulder. When she ran her hands over Sabrina’s body, she bumped into Jude’s big hands here and there as their paths met.

“Let me go!” Sabrina whimpered, trying to move away from their touches.
She couldn’t get far.

Jude stroked Sabrina’s nip
ples then started to pinch them. His movement brushed the backs of his hands against Q. Their captive gasped and pressed forward, rubbing up against Q as she responded to Jude’s teasing. Q slipped a hand down to Sabrina’s clit, rubbing lightly for a moment before sliding the tip of her finger across her opening.

Sabrina whimpered, trying to capture Q’s finger with a thrust of her hips.
“Please!”

Jude’s cock glided between Sabrina’s thighs, and Q grasped it, rubbing it along the girl’s slit.
She toyed and coaxed, working Jude’s cock up into Sabrina, until she’d taken the whole thing, all the way to his balls.

Jude placed his fingers on Sabrina’s hips and
started to fuck her slowly. After a few moments, he put a hand on Q’s head and gave her a small push downward. Q kissed her way from Sabrina’s mouth, down her neck, to her nipples, where she licked and sucked for a while.

Sabrina’s gasping and mewling was addictive.
From there, she kissed her way down her belly, checking her hands when she went past where they were not only cuffed around the bar, but now grasping it for support, knuckles white.

Q persuaded Sabrina’s thighs f
arther apart and she moved between them. She sucked Sabrina’s little clit as it peeked out, begging for attention. Feeling devious, she crawled between Sabrina’s legs and flicked her tongue over Jude’s cock as he was in the middle of pulling out, then ducked and licked his balls as he shoved back in. Jude choked, then swore loudly and leaned down, wrapping a fist in Q’s hair, pulling her back toward Sabrina’s clit.

“Stay!” he boomed.

Q chuckled. Sabrina probably noticed her amusement because of the vibration of Q’s mouth on her most sensitive parts.

Seconds later
, Sabrina’s desperate noises turned into a high-pitched scream. She tried to break Q’s contact with her, but Q followed, refusing to let her rest. She clamped onto her girl’s clit and held it between her lips, sucking gently, playing with it.

Sabrina’s
orgasm built higher and she shrieked, Jude pummeling Sabrina from behind, but holding her still for Q to torture. Q squeezed her own legs together, the friction sending her over the edge just as Jude let loose a string of profanity.

Q slumped back against the wall, feeling like she could use another shower.
It was a good thing they had a big hot water tank. She wondered again how she’d ever been content with only one lover.