The Dom on the Naughty List (Badass Brats #2) Page 4

  “I’ll try to be tactful and I won’t mention kink.”

  Sometimes there was just no reasoning with her.

  The light coming through the kitchen window was beginning to gain some strength, shining off the thin layer of snow in the tree right outside. Robins nested there in the spring, and Q loved watching the babies as they went through their fast-forwarded version of birdy childhood. Right now, though, the nest was snow-lined and empty.

  She grabbed the icing off of the counter and fished in a bag for the jars of sprinkles, then dumped the lot of it on the table next to the cookies.

  “How many cookies did you plan to ice?” Sabrina laughed, checking out the huge mound of frosting-filled bags.

  “I wasn’t sure how much we needed of each color, so I made lots. Besides, I plan to eat some of it – right out of the bag.”

  Sabrina laughed and rolled her eyes. “For a big, bad Domme, you can be such a child.”

  The warning look Q threw her was lost when it connected with the top of Sabrina’s blonde head. She was already decorating.

  With a shrug, Q looked over her baking experiment, trying to decide which one to start with. Maybe if she piled on the frosting, it would cover the burned taste in the last batch. The Santa cookie had escaped with only a slightly charred section by his hat’s pompom. Q set to work, trying to master the art of getting the icing to come out of the bag without air pockets ruining the texture. When Santa was done – only looking slightly wonky – she moved onto a reindeer.

  Sabrina was totally lapping her though, if the term could apply to baking as well as car racing. She must have been on her eighth one, already.

  “Oh my God. Your tongue is actually sticking out. You are so cute!” Sabrina chuckled from across the table, where she’d paused while icing a star.

  “I’m not cute. I’m terrifying.”

  “Yes, Q,” Sabrina said in her best sarcastically obedient submissive voice.

  “Do I need to prove it?” Q glared. “Take off your t-shirt. Now.”

  Sabrina’s mouth opened and closed a few times. Q could tell she wanted to argue, but knew that being mouthy over something so trivial might make her funishment less pleasant. With a dramatic sigh, she stood and pulled her shirt off over her head. Even having been in a relationship for over a year, the sight of Sabrina mostly naked froze Q in place for a moment. With her cheeks and neck a little pink, Sabrina stood in the middle of the room – her little thong panties making her seem more than naked.

  Q got up from the table and strolled to her. “Hands behind your head and turn for me.”

  She complied. Q let her gaze slide over her like an extra pair of hands. The best part of making her do this, other than getting to admire her woman, was that Sabrina hated it but did it anyway. For Q. To please her. Fucking hot.

  Careful to be quiet, Q snaked her hands out from behind her. As soon as Sabrina made it all the way around, she let loose. Pink and purple icing squirted out of the bags, hitting Sabrina square in the chest. Sabrina squealed and back-pedaled, frosting sliding down her breasts. Q was on her in an instant. With a chuckle, she backed Sabrina against the counter, smearing a handful of purple icing over her tits and belly.

  “Q! What’d you do that for?” Sabrina broke away from her and ran back to the table, grabbing up the turquoise blue bag. “Stay back! I’m not afraid to use this.”

  With a grin, Q whipped off her shirt and charged. Several more tubes of frosting flew from the table, some grabbed and some knocked over. Q wrestled her girlfriend to the ground, squishing copious amounts of the sugared stickiness into the existing mess. Sabrina’s reasoning gave way to complaining and whining, but failed to have any effect on Q. When she squirmed and got up on her knees, Q grabbed her by the ankle and hauled her back. Then she pushed her down and bit her ass for good measure. Squeals and icing mixed together made for one hot girlfriend.

  With surprising force, Sabrina flipped over and fought back.

  Chuckling, Q paused with her legs straddling the girl. She eyed her while she caught her breath. Everywhere looked tasty.

  “Wait!” Sabrina gasped.

  “Uh-uh. Game on!”

  At one point, she took Sabrina’s mouth hungrily, and the game became more sensual. Q wasn’t quite sure when she lost her own PJ bottoms, but she vividly recalled stealing Sabrina’s tiny panties. Sliding them down, seeing her mound bared – revealing that last secret place of her body was so good, she wished she could make the moment happen over and over.

  She kissed her way through the original pinks and purples, down farther to blues and reds. Slipping between Sabrina’s blue thighs, she hunted through some smeared purple and found her clit – still shockingly free of icing and waiting for Q’s attention. She hooked her arms around Sabrina’s legs, holding her still while she spread her labia apart and flicked her clit very lightly with the tip of her tongue. Sabrina wriggled and squealed, trying to shake her loose.

  With a purple hand, Q smacked her thigh. “Behave!” she growled.

  The teasing continued for quite some time. Q alternated between gentle licks and harder sucks. Her fingers stayed busy either making Sabrina beg or smearing icing onto her like a freaky tie-dye.

  When Sabrina was begging to come, Q pinned her down and rubbed icing over the places she’d licked clean. “You’re like art. I should take pictures of you like this. So beautiful.”

  Sabrina whimpered and tried to get up.

  “Did I say you could move? Stay still.” Q glared pointedly at her before letting her go. She finger painted the letter “Q” on Sabrina’s hip and swirled the purple on her nipples – making the girl thrust out her breasts for more attention – stopping only when the pattern was just right.

  “Please, Q? Please?”

  Q looked down at Sabrina, whose deep brown eyes were wide and beseeching. “Are you thinking about how much you love me, or how much you love orgasms?”

  “B-both?” Sabrina tried hesitantly.

  With a crazy laugh, Q leaned down and kissed her. Their lips danced together and soon she was wrapped in Sabrina’s arms, and they simply lay together, exploring each other’s mouths.

  A deep chuckle rumbled through the room. Q’s gaze flew to the doorway. It wasn’t Jude.

  Cross was leaning against the archway, arms folded, looking more amused than Q had ever seen him.

  “Is this a performance art piece, Q?”

  She and Sabrina stared back at him for a moment, stunned.

  “Um, Cross. Uh...” Q’s internal encyclopedia of snappy comebacks was strangely silent. “Please excuse the mess.”

  The giant man’s booming laugh shook the house.

  Jude’s patronizing voice came from down the hall, “Q, did you try baking on your own? I told you to wait for Sa –” He appeared in the doorway and stopped mid-sentence, his big blue eyes as round as dessert plates.

  With a start, Q scrambled to her knees, and Sabrina followed suit. They didn’t stand on protocol in their relationship, but considering how annoyed he’d been about the mess they’d made with the tree, kneeling seemed prudent. Knees together, gaze down, she hoped like hell that Cross couldn’t see much through the frosting.

  “What did you do!” Jude sounded so irritated that, for a giddy moment, Q thought he was going to rub their noses in it. Bad dogs.

  “Hey man, I’m gonna go. Talk to you about those renovations tomorrow.”

  Jude stood in the kitchen archway, speechless.

  Godfrey continued to chuckle as he let himself out.

  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 peop
le 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 that 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 reappeared 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 stared 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 like 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 complained 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 nipples 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!”