The Dom on the Naughty List (Badass Brats #2) Page 2

  “Sorry.” Q shrugged with a faint smile while absently patting Sabrina.

  “Ah.” He shook his head, then scrubbed his hands through his hair. “Fuck. We need to talk. Let’s sit on the couch for a few. Seems like it’s the last clean, pine-tree-free zone.” Except for the pile of rope tossed near it. Hmm, suspiciously familiar rope. “But brush off the forest first.”

  He claimed the middle of the couch and waited with his arms draped along the back to either side. Q sat to his right and Sabrina snuggled into his left side.

  Jude hugged Q in closer and kissed the top of her head. “Christmas just has some bad memories for me. My dad had a stroke the week before. It was years ago now, but it still bothers me.” When Q stirred he patted her shoulder. “I’m stupid and selfish if I take away your joy though. So…just ignore me. You have fun. Okay?”

  “Jude.” Q wriggled to face him, then put her arm across his waist and leaned her forehead against his shirt. “We are going to have fun, damn it. All of us together, as a family. I have some pretty craptastic memories too, but it’s time to make new ones that don’t suck. We have each other now, and we have to stop replaying negative memories in our heads. It’s time to choose to be happy and make what we can of things.”

  “Yes. Me and Q are like happy little Christmas elves. You can’t resist our charm. We’ll get you in the spirit yet.” Sabrina smiled brightly.

  Were they right? That night, all those years ago…hospitals, phone calls, his mother dumbstruck yet standing strong and proud. He bit back the sadness that threatened. Then he recalled the other great times with his father. Way better times.

  “Okay. I’ll try.” He sighed and patted Q again, then reached down and caressed Sabrina’s cheek. “But don’t go overboard, you two, or you’ll put me right back in Scrooge mode.” He grunted. “My house looks like Santa’s workshop blew up in here.”

  “Our house,” Sabrina said. “Can we finish decorating now, Mr. Grinch?”

  Q smirked, then struggled upright. “Wait a minute. Don’t I owe you a spanking?”

  He waited for Sabrina’s answer. There was no doubt she deserved a spanking for something. And Q seemed in the mood to deliver it.

  “You need one,” she said when Sabrina went quiet. “You were begging for it at the tree farm.”

  “You already took care of it there.” The indignant look on her face almost hid her desire for more. Almost.

  For a long while, Q just stared at her. Every so often, Sabrina glanced up. When she saw Q glaring in that amused Dom-like way, she’d duck her head down again.

  “Enough, Q,” he finally said. “Does she deserve a spanking? Because a Christmas spanking would get this season off to a good start.”

  “Yes. She was a brat when we were getting the tree. She’s been looking for a smack-down.” She threw a cushion onto the floor. “Kneel there.”

  Slowly, without looking up again, Sabrina shuffled off the couch and knelt. Her blonde wisps hid her face.

  Q leaned on her forearms. “Turn around, little girl. Pull down your pants.”

  After one long, shuddery breath, Sabrina edged around on the cushion. She wriggled down her dark, lycra pants until they were bunched beneath the curve of her backside. Her top partly concealed her skin.

  “Bend over, Sabrina,” he added. “Arms folded, head on the floor.”

  As she obeyed, the top slipped up her back. A red bite mark showed on one side. The double mounds of her ass looked so delectable, as did the slightly open line of her sex. Pink, moist, ready for him. He almost went and touched her there. No. Later. He’d let Q play first.

  “Is that a bite mark, Q?”

  A smirk played on the edge of her lips. “You have no idea how enticing it was when she was being sassy and bending over to pick up stuff.”

  “I do know how enticing she is. You both are. You can do the rest now. But I want Sabrina with her head here, on my lap.” He leaned down and tapped her leg. “Up.”

  When she popped up her head and looked, he beckoned. Q sat forward more, as eager as a gourmet sniffing a tray of delicacies right before her nose. Which gave him ideas. Later though. When Sabrina was only halfway shifted around, Q stood and grasped her at the back of her neck.

  Sabrina squeaked. “What? What did I do?”

  Slowly, Q wound her other hand in Sabrina’s hair, tightening, tightening, until the poor girl quivered.

  “Too tight!”

  “Safeword?” Q growled. “No? Good. Come.” She half dragged Sabrina to him and shoved her face down over his legs.

  “Just where a sub should be.” He undid the buckle on his belt, making sure the leather slithered as it went through the loops, then he whacked it on the couch once. Sabrina jumped and whined, but her ass did a little shift back and forth too. “Undo my button and pull down the zipper, Sabrina.”

  At her whimper, Q chuckled and forced her head down more. Unable to see with her eyes buried in the cloth of his trousers, Sabrina did it all blind. Her hands fumbled between his open fly. Already hard, he stiffened more at the touch of her small hands.

  “Wrap them around my dick. Don’t let go. Q, put her face up so I can hear her when you start.”

  To make sure he had some control, he placed his hand over where Q held her hair.

  The first slap made Sabrina flinch, then moan. Her hot breath coasted over his dick. Her fingers shifted on him. Fuck.

  Q was going slow but starting hard. The red mark from her hand showed instantly on the pale flesh. Though Sabrina’s ass was bare, he didn’t look again. Watching her open her mouth, her tongue lick out, and the changes of her expression was enthralling. He saw pain, stunned pleasure, the heightening of arousal, and her losing herself in the continuing thud of the blows. The bigger smacks made her move her fingers, squeezing him.

  The next whack echoed and she hissed through her teeth. His engorged dick pulsed a few times. “Put your tongue out and lick me.”

  By the time Q finished spanking her, she was panting and he was ready to stick himself into that hot little mouth. Why not? He could stop himself if he wanted to.

  “Open,” he said in a throaty rumble.

  Q knew what he wanted and helped drag Sabrina up and onto him using her grip on the girl’s hair. “Suck. You know you want to.”

  The wet circle of Sabrina’s mouth closed over him and slid up and down at Q’s urging. He tapped the side of her cheek and felt her tongue delicately slip across and around, playing with his head. Saliva coursed down his cock. The heat and wetness engulfing him made him shudder. Delicious pressure built, higher, harder. Blood thudded in his temples.

  Damn. Explosion imminent. Sabrina was getting so eager at this. It helped that Q thought sucking cock was the best thing ever. He had plans later…plans where his girls got tortured. He gave way to instinct and let himself come in her mouth.

  “Swallow.” And while she did that, he watched her avidly.

  With Q, it was a given. With Sabrina, he had to command.

  After a while, without saying more, he took over Q’s grip and pulled Sabrina up so he could kiss her deeply. “I can taste myself on your fucking sweet lips.” She moaned and blinked. Her beautiful brown eyes looked innocent and pure, so he kissed her even harder, grinding down on her lips and gripping her spanked ass with fingers that clawed into her skin. Soon she was gasping and writhing.

  “Want something?” He smiled down at his very turned on submissive. “Are you wet for me and Q?”

  “Yes. Can I come?” She arched her ass into his hand, angling to get him to touch her pussy. “Please, Sir? Q?”

  “Not yet.” He lifted her aside and rose, leaving her pouting up at him.

  Her needy groan would have stirred an angel, and made a demon haul her away into a cave to be strung up and fucked mercilessly. He grinned down at her.

  With one hand on the girl’s lower back, pinning her to the couch, Q dug her nails into Sabrina’s bright red ass and dragged them down alongside her clef
t, then farther down her thigh. Her smile widened as Sabrina squealed.

  “Okay. Enough fun.” He zipped himself up. The tightness reminded him of her mouth and he breathed out hard at the thump of pleasure. “Go clean up the floor, both of you.”

  Sabrina gaped up at him. A whimper escaped her. “Jude. Sir. I really need to come.”

  “Poor girl. You can wait.”

  She had begging and pouting down to a fine art. He snorted. “No. Take a look at where I’m pointing. That.” They both looked along the line of his finger to where the Shibari rope lay haphazardly heaped on the floor. “Is that what you are supposed to do with it? Do you think you deserve to come, either of you?”

  “Oh.” Q’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. That’s my fault. I couldn’t find any other rope. But we were careful. It’s not broken or even frayed.”

  “No, it’s just covered in tree sap and Christmas...gunk.”

  “It’s usually covered in gunk, Sir. Just a different kind.” Q smirked.

  He raised a brow. “Someone else looking for a smack-down? Get cleaning.”

  Then he strode to the tree and carefully snapped off some of the longer, whippier branches. While he stripped off most of the needles, they both went out and found a broom. But he heard them whispering when they saw what he was up to.

  Finally Sabrina came over, clutching her broom. “You can’t use that on us, especially not me. I’m sore already and that’s…”

  “What?” He swished one branch across the air. Then he whacked her now clothed ass, making her leap away. “I can’t? Are you sure you want to say that?”

  “Jude! Don’t be so mean!”

  He sent her a narrow stare. “I’m your Dom. Mean is my middle name. You want me to get in the Christmas mood? I get to switch your ass. Go clean.”

  Sabrina backed away, talking to herself. “I’m starting to feel like a fifties housewife. Next thing you know, I’ll be barefoot and pregnant, slaving all day in the kitchen to make a home-cooked meal for my darling husband.”

  “Don’t forget your creepy girlfriend,” Q added.

  Sabrina tossed her a coy look. “My creepy girlfriend gets another type of meal.”

  “Oh, really?” A predatory look started in Q’s eye as she stalked toward her.

  “Hey! Enough.” He stepped between them. “I feel like a chaperone at a middle school dance. Three feet apart, you two.”

  “Three feet?” Sabrina repeated, eyeing the broom stick. “I can just about reach...” Holding it out from her body, she eyed Jude’s ass.

  Q barked a laugh. “Dare you.”

  Brat. And after she’d already been spanked once? He and Q were too easy on her – but how could they not be, with those big, brown eyes and that carefree grin. But this time she’d gone too far.

  In three strides, he was in front of her. He grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back to look him in the eye. Both his girls melted with a hand in the hair, but Sabrina scared easy. If he raised his voice, she’d break down in tears. So he said firmly, but quietly, “I can put you over my knee again, little girl. But I guarantee I won’t be as gentle as Q. Is that what you want?”

  “No,” she squeaked.

  “Then I suggest you use the broom as it’s intended.”

  She strained against his grip a bit, then winced when he wouldn’t give. “Yes, Sir.”

  He glared down at her until she lowered her gaze in submission. Only then did he release her. Taking a few steps back, he told her, “I’m starting a Naughty and Nice list, Sabrina. Right now, you’re on the naughty side.”

  She gulped. “What do I get for being nice?”

  “I’ll let you come after I tease you. If you’re on the naughty list, you stand in the corner instead.”

  The half-whimper, half-growl that came from her mouth was adorable. She started sweeping while muttering about Q making her naughty all the time.

  “Jude. What about decorating the tree? Are you going to help us?” Q looked hopeful.

  Though sadness crept in again, the idea appealed to him. Last time he’d done this with his father he’d been fifteen. To his teenage self, it had seemed a little dumb, putting a glittery angel on top of a tree, yet inside he loved the together time. “Okay. You get started. Save me the angel on the top.”

  Q beamed.

  After hauling the collapsible bed in and placing it in front of the couch, he went outside. In his truck he found some coarse sandpaper. Using that and a heavy glove, he rubbed up and down the branches until they were free of sharp projections. His one concession toward Christmas was in the purple, satin gift bag on the front seat. He picked it up and let the bag dangle from his finger. Now seemed a better occasion. He could always buy something else for under the tree.

  When he entered the living room again, Sabrina and Q were crouched over the ornament boxes. And the tree looked as sparkly as a vampire tinkerbell out for a night on the town. Tinsel was wrapped everywhere. Lights flashed and dazzled. Neighbors could have a seizure from halfway down the fucking street.

  “Holy fu –”

  “Nooo!” Sabrina leaped up and ran to him, then put her palm over his mouth.

  “Why?” he said past her hand, then he bit it hard and didn’t let go.

  “Oww! You can’t say holy and a swear word. Not now – when we’re all Christmassy. Ouch! That hurts. Let go!”

  Reaching up, he secured her wrist, released her skin from between his teeth and proceeded to slobber thoroughly on her hand.

  “Ew!”

  Sabrina struggled against his strength but it was futile. “Stop drooling on me, Jude, that’s gross!” When he made her wipe the slobber off on her own shirt, she only sighed and raised her eyebrows at him.

  “Ugh! Men.”

  “You deserved it. I put up with far more bratting than most Doms. And you,” he tapped her nose, “are the worst offender. Now, take off your clothes, both of you, and come over to the bed.”

  Her eyes lit up. “Yay!”

  Soon, he hoped “yay” would not be the word on her lips.

  Q was a little slower at stripping off her jeans, sweater and underwear, but then she’d been eyeing the switches on the couch like they were rattlesnakes ever since he dropped them there. He stood behind her and leaned his chin on her head, pulling her into his body.

  “Where are you going to use those, Jude?”

  “Hmm. Let’s see...” Praying she wouldn’t ask the right questions, he began his list. As he listed each part of her, he let his hands rove across her skin. “Your thighs, the front would be nice, but I doubt I’ll be able to reach there. So… around here, at the back, here.” He touched the crease between her ass and her leg. “There.”

  She tried to scramble away but he held her tight. “You’d better not think about going higher, sunshine.”

  “Sunshine?” He spun her to face him, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled it tight in his fist. As expected, she melted against him. “I haven’t heard that term in a while.” Back in the day, she’d challenged him, making him prove his dominance over and over. She was mostly well-behaved now, but once in a while, still needed to be shown who was boss. Sabrina often triggered it.

  “I guess you need a reminder. This,” he squeezed a handful of her ass in his palm, “is mine. You don’t tell me ‘no.’ Understand?”

  Her lips parted, but she didn’t answer.

  So he moved his hand from her ass to between her legs. Then he slipped his finger along her pussy and fucked her for two strokes.

  “I said, do you understand me, Q?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  With a quick motion, he turned her around and pointed to the bed. “Lay down,” he commanded, then slapped her hard on the ass.

  The furious look she gave him only made him chuckle. “You’re on the bottom first. Center your back over the rope.” The Shibari rope was stretched across the bed. “I’m going
to tie you and Sabrina, across the middle.”

  “Is this our punishment for messing up the rope? Which I didn’t even do?” Sabrina asked, always bold as brass. “You owe me, Q.”

  She didn’t bat an eye at Sabrina’s attitude. “We’ll see about that, brat.”

  “Quiet, Sabrina,” Jude barked. “Or I’ll let Q at you again.” He smiled when she gulped and took a step back. To Q, he said again, “Down.”

  After a quick look at the cuffs and clips waiting for her on the sheet, Q lay down. The blue rope draped under her back and off either side of the bed.

  He fastened the black leather thigh and wrist cuffs to her and did the same to Sabrina. “Now. Sabrina.” This was the first fun bit. “Lie with your mouth to Q’s pussy and hers to yours.”

  Eyes bright with anticipation, Sabrina crawled on top of Q. “Tell me if I suffocate you. I need your mouth for future use.”

  “Do I have to be on the bottom?” Q pleaded. “This will undermine my authority.”

  He merely chuckled. Though not an exact science, Sabrina was the one he figured would come first once he let them loose to do what they wanted. “One girl sandwich coming up. If either one of you wriggles too much, you’ll get extra switching where you don’t like it. I don’t want you rolling off.”

  He clipped wrists to thighs, but with enough slack so they could brace their palms on the bed, tied the Shibari rope around them both with a big bow to the side, then gave Sabrina’s ass a swat for good measure. Her squeal was obviously exaggerated. “You’ll really have a reason for screaming later, girl.” He eyed the box of leftover decorations. “I have ideas.”

  Within the box, he found more tinsel, some glass balls, and after switching off the eye-scalding lights and finding Q’s old camera in a drawer, he did some impromptu decorating of his submissives. Though Q groaned and rolled her eyes, there was nothing they could do.

  “Look at you two. Ohh, yeah.”

  “No pictures!” The scowl on Sabrina’s face would have killed an elf at ten paces.

  “With tinsel and sparkly glass balls leading down to your perky butt? I’m taking pictures.” Especially with one ball perched in the crevice of Sabrina’s ass.