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

  Q lay on her side with Sabrina’s head tucked beneath her chin and her body under Q’s arm. The cyborg enhancement tattoo that ran from his little switch’s wrist to her ankle, on the one side, was barely visible in the weak morning light. Even the girls’ legs were tangled. How they slept like that he had no idea.

  The sheet had flipped back to knee level when he’d gotten up and turned the space heater on. Three bodies in the same bed kept them warm despite the drafty old house, but a toasty room in the morning made it easier to get up. The view had his dick stirring. Women’s bodies…he could look all day and never grow bored.

  The subtle, sweeping curves drew his eye, enticing him to lick and kiss. The early light flowed like honey, caressing the mounds of their breasts and their buttocks. Jude sighed. He understood why artists loved painting nude portraits. Especially when, from where he sat, with their legs drawn up both Sabrina and Q showed their bare and slightly swollen labia and the lines of their slits. Innocent yet sensual. Inviting.

  He rose and went to Q’s side of the bed, then slipped in beside her. As he woke her with slow, soft kisses near her ear, Sabrina’s eyes popped open.

  “Hi,” she mouthed quietly.

  He smiled back, reaching over to stroke down her side while he kept kissing Q.

  “Mmm.” Q stirred, her backside pushing a little against him.

  “Morning,” he whispered.

  “Mm.”

  “Did you get up in the middle of the night and do some writing on the naughty list?

  Q stiffened, then squirmed her butt. “Um. I might have.” Her eyes opened and she looked sidelong at him. “I got up to pee and the list sort of begged me to do it.” From the shaking of her chest, she thought it amusing.

  “Hmm.”

  His duty done in awakening her, he got up on his knees and rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes lidded half-closed as he showed his appreciation of her body and played lazily with her breasts, drawing spiraling circles around them until he reached the pierced peaks. When the sheet of stickers made an appearance, and he peeled one off, Sabrina raised her head. And when he stuck one star in the center of Q’s left nipple, pressing down like he was embellishing a button, Sabrina sat up on hands and knees and almost wagged her tail.

  “What are you doing?” A kitten or puppy with a new toy came to mind at the brightness of her attention.

  Jude chuckled. “Decorating my naughty sub.”

  “Oooh. What do stars –”

  At that, Q pulled Sabrina down for a kiss. He kept applying stars as the two of them made out. It made it hard to concentrate. Two women, two sexy women who were his, kissing – Q’s hands in Sabrina’s hair, the quiet moaning, the sighs and even a squeak or two from Sabrina when, maybe, Q bit her lip or tongued her, their bodies under his hands and moving in little undulations…distracting to the highest degree.

  He plastered the whole sheet of stars on Q, with the final one going straight onto her clit. He held it there a second or two and admired the glistening line of wetness already showing along Q’s slit.

  “Ah!” Q wriggled, bumping up against his finger and thumb. She put her head up, looking around Sabrina at him. “What are you doing?”

  “Guess. Move it, Brat Two.” At the smack of his hand on Sabrina’s butt, she crawled off to her side again.

  “Pretty. Do I get some too?”

  “Nope.” With his hands on Q’s hips and one swift tug, he yanked her down the bed. The upper sheet rucked up under her ass. The pillow she’d tried to hold went flying off the bed. “Stay.” Though she’d moved as if to get up onto her elbows, at the growl in his voice and point of his finger, Q froze and put her teeth on her lower lip. Her face was flushed. So was Sabrina’s. Their lips were wet and swollen from the kissing.

  He knee-walked up to her head, grabbed her hands and held her wrists down on the bed. “None for you, Sabrina. You just get to choose how to take the stars off. Only rule is you can’t use your fingers.”

  Sabrina stuck out her tongue as she surveyed Q’s starry body. “Fun. So I can bite? I like biting. Can I make her come?”

  At that Q groaned. “You’d better.”

  “Shhh. No orders or I’ll try out those clothes pins on your nipples again.”

  The dirty look she shot him made him grin. “Be good. I’m remembering how you screamed at those. I’m tempted.”

  Sabrina got off the bed, sinuously lowered herself and crawled up Q’s body, tasting her here and there. “Mmmm.” Delicately, careful of the piercing, she set her teeth around Q’s nipple. “Your nipple rings are so badass, Q.” Her gaze was riveted. “They make me hot.”

  “Sabrina! Don’t. No!” Then she glanced wildly up at him. “That wasn’t an order!”

  “I’ll ignore screams of desperation and no’s. I expect those.” He eyed her other darkening nipple and the way the little star was being bumped up on top. “Keep going, Sabrina.”

  Hums of approval came from under Sabrina’s curtain of honey-blonde hair. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

  Q squealed and writhed her lower body, pushing against his grip to try to get free. “No!”

  Any further cries he muffled with his mouth, kissing hard and soft, mouthing her neck, nuzzling her until he was sure the pain of whatever small bites Sabrina applied faded in the rush of arousal. Now and then he looked. She didn’t stay at Q’s breast for long. The little stars were being loved by Sabrina arduously. She wriggled and licked and nipped all over Q’s body. There were stars on her upper thighs, and her belly. The trail led all over her skin. As Sabrina found them, he would kiss Q some more, and drink in her sighs with his mouth.

  “God. Yesss,” she moaned. “Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck.”

  Ah. Sabrina had found the star on her clit. This time he stopped to watch.

  “Mm!” He held her wrists tighter, and Q’s distress morphed into one long groan.

  Arousal and pain. Discomfort and pleasure. Sabrina was mastering the combination. More sucking, more biting, more of Q straining and moaning. The rise in tautness of her muscles and the arch of her lower body into Sabrina’s mouth, heralded a scream and the shaking release of climax.

  There were soggy stars littering the sheets and a few in Sabrina’s messy hair.

  Rapt, Sabrina observed as Q came down from the high. “Do I get one, Jude?”

  She slithered up the bed and kissed him, then swung around so her butt was swaying near his face. The evidence of her own arousal shone on her thighs and labia. The smell of sex was thick, provocative. He stretched and licked up her slit once, worming his tongue in until she gasped.

  “Not yet, girl. Make her come a few more times. Then I’ll do you both.”

  The panting Q just lay, exhausted, her mouth open, her legs askew. Like a woman well-fucked, he thought.

  “Okay.” Though clearly disappointed, Sabrina hopped from the bed. “Permission to try one other thing.” She knelt and put her hands together as if in prayer. “Sir?”

  The devilish look in her eyes made him curious. “Okay.”

  She jumped up and ran from the room, and her feet pattered down the stairs.

  “Where is she going?” Q asked drowsily.

  He shook his head. The fridge door slammed. What was she after? Footsteps sounded up the stairs, and Sabrina appeared in the doorway, a red popsicle held somberly aloft. As she came closer he spotted the condom covering it, and he grinned.

  “Sabrinaaa.” The threat in Q’s voice was as ominous as the rumbling of a volcano.

  “No. Giving. Orders.” Then he swiftly swung so he sat on top of Q’s chest, and switched grip so he pinned both her wrists under one hand.

  “I can’t…” She heaved under him, struggling. “No! No. Let me up.”

  Head twisted so he could see, he watched as Sabrina began with the red popsicle on Q’s inside thigh. Slowly, like a snake scenting prey, she slid the icy thing upwards. When she reached the clitoris, she circled it with the tip. Q squealed and shuddered, b
reath hissing in and out between her teeth.

  “Hmmm. How can I torture my girlfriend? Let me count the ways.”

  “No.” Q squirmed. “Not inside. No. Sabrina you are so going to…mmm!”

  For the next five minutes, he watched the hot and also hilarious scene of Sabrina torturing Q with the popsicle. Ice melted. Q came and screamed and writhed and he held her down and wished he could put his cock in her mouth but the possible spectacle of her clamping down on him with teeth was horrific. So he just grinned and tried not to laugh out loud too much as his second sub got up to ultimate mischief.

  When the popsicle was gone, he called a halt and surveyed the mess. Too late. The sheets were red and white but at least the bedspread was black and red so you couldn’t see the popsicle stains.

  “You look tired, Q.”

  She nodded wearily from her flaked out, spread-eagled position. “You’re both evil,” she croaked.

  He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Want revenge?”

  A pause then, “Yes!”

  “Good. One, two, three.”

  At the count of three, Q miraculously rose and confronted Sabrina where she lay, on her side watching, oblivious to their betrayal.

  “Hello, girlie. Now it’s your turn.” Satisfaction and hunger oozed from Q’s words.

  “Nooo.” She flung up a hand, eyes wide, starting to scoot backward. “I was under orders. Him!” She pointed madly, jabbing.

  “No pointing at your Dom.”

  He helped Q wrestle Sabrina down and the fun recommenced. A smaller woman, they easily overwhelmed her. No popsicle, but together they brought Sabrina to climax enough times to leave her limp and whining, and then shrieking as the last orgasm wracked her.

  Jude lifted his head from Sabrina’s pussy, giving one last lick and extracting his finger from her center. Damn. The quilt cover, the sheets. The scent of fucking. And he still hadn’t come. But fun. Holy fuck, yeah, that had been fun.

  “Go get cleaned up you two. Then back here. Four minute shower. If I don’t get to fuck both of you soon my dick will explode.”

  Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open. “That would not be a pretty sight.”

  Laughing, Q dragged her off the bed. “Come on, pet.” They ran off to the bathroom. Remembering the craziness and stroking himself while they were gone kept him aching for them.

  When they returned, still glistening with water, with the ends of their hair wet, their gazes dropped to his groin level.

  “Oh.” Sabrina was goggle-eyed.

  Q licked her lips. “Can we help with that?”

  “There.” He pointed at the new window seat he’d installed. “Kneel side-by-side, facing the window.” He tore open the packet and rolled on a condom.

  They scrambled, kneeled, bent over a bit for his viewing. Their slits beckoned him.

  Gah. He could come just from looking. Pent-up frustration reached boiling level. His cock pointed the way as he strode to them. After feeling first Q’s then Sabrina’s backs and asses, the soft skin…the lingering scent of their arousal urged him to fuck somebody fast. He lined up the head of his cock against Q’s pussy and sank in. His eyes rolled back and he let out a soft, long groan.

  All the way in. Fucking hell. Moist, tight and quivering as Q responded to his presence. He pumped as slow as he could, trying to let his body ratchet up like a man with all the time in the world. Only it didn’t work. He was a train roaring down a long tunnel. Crap.

  Before he could come, he pulled out, peeled off the condom, and thrust into Sabrina, going in to the very last inch, then shoving some more, pushing her face down into the seat cushion. Mmm... bare-cock sex. God bless the person who invented the pill.

  She cried out once, her fingers digging into the upholstery and her pussy spasming around his cock.

  No patience. No limits this time. No will-power could stop him. He pounded her ruthlessly, wrenched her head back with one hand at her throat and the other clamped on her shoulder. Then he came with a throat-searing roar.

  His heart thumped to remind him he was still alive while he recovered, still jammed up inside her. Christmas had come early.

  Chapter 6

  Q

  After ten minutes filled with many awkward silences, Q finally relented and let her brother off the hook. “Thanks for calling, Blaine. I’m glad you’re all doing well.”

  Her brother thanked her again for the gifts and explained again why her gift would be late. She knew it was because he hadn’t bought one yet, let alone mailed it. She didn’t much care.

  “Yes, we’ll have to get together sometime,” she agreed politely. It was okay to lie, since he didn’t mean it either. She’d decided earlier that she and her brothers were like people who’d been taken hostage in the same bank robbery – they were emotionally bound forever, but being together brought up too much sad crap. None of them wanted to reminisce.

  Maybe things would be different someday, but it wouldn’t be this year.

  ***

  Jude seemed blissfully unaware as he sat at the table, helping them wrap gifts for their close friends. Her teeth clenched. She had been sassing him all morning and he was ignoring it. What kind of Dom ignored that? She wanted a fucking smack-down. A few minutes later, seething, she realized he knew it and ignoring her behavior was her punishment. It didn’t cheer her up.

  Her mood had been mercurial all week. She’d been alternating between spoiling for a fight, to just wanting to cuddle, to desperately needing to fuck. What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe she needed to go to therapy, to talk out all of her weird Christmas baggage.

  “Could you pass me the tape please, Q?” he asked.

  “Oh, for fuck sakes, Jude. Get your own damned tape!”

  She tried to stop him, but he tipped her off her chair and the next thing she knew she was staring at the floor. Over his lap. Her breath caught in her throat. He gave her three sharp slaps and let her slide backward onto the floor when she fought to get free.

  The racket in Q’s head was deafening and her body burned with humiliation. She knelt where she’d slipped down, her nerves frayed. She... she...

  “Still struggling with that one, Q?” Jude asked, trying to tilt her chin up.

  She pulled away, staring at the floor instead. She couldn’t look at him. She ducked her head, tucking her face against one of her hunched shoulders. She wanted to die. She wanted to hit him. She wanted him to fuck her now.

  Clutching her ass, she swore she could feel the burning welts of his three handprints there. She’d loved spanking Sabrina, but this was different. This was a fight or flight feeling. Forcing her breathing to slow was difficult, but she managed. When she came back to awareness, Sabrina was stroking her arm and Jude paced short lines behind her.

  “Sorry. I...” Her words trailed off. She didn’t know what to say.

  Jude got down on his knees in front of her. “Why don’t you make it a hard limit already? You keep telling me you want to get used to it, to please me. It doesn’t please me if you freak out every time.”

  He seemed displeased right now. Her cheeks scalded anew and she couldn’t look up any farther than his knee.

  “I think it’s that you don’t want to like it, and you’re horrified that you do,” he guessed.

  She shook her head. Her brain sputtered in indignation. Fuck him... he thought he knew her... he... Did she like it? Fuck no! Right?

  “What happened in there?” He pointed at her temple, a gesture she caught out of the corner of her eye.

  “I don’t know. It’s all a big weird mess. When I figure it out, I’ll tell you. I’ll probably need to be drunk.”

  Sabrina kissed her between the eyes, then brushed her lips over her brow and hugged her over her arms, making her feel safer. “You okay now?”

  “Yes, I’m shaking it off.” She grimaced.

  From behind her, Jude’s hand suddenly stroked between her legs. She gasped, trying to wriggle out of Sabrina’s embrace, which suddenly felt
like a straight jacket. Sabrina’s arms loosened, as though she meant to let go.

  “Hold her for me, Sabrina,” he boomed.

  Sabrina’s eyes flew wide open and her arms tightened again. She gave Q a worried look, but so close, she looked like a Cyclops.

  Jude slid a finger up inside of her as Sabrina held her mostly still. He groaned. “Fuck, Q, you’re so wet. You might not like it intellectually, but your body disagrees.”

  “No!” Q gasped, trying to dislodge his clever fingers. “I just wanted a beating, Jude, please don’t!”

  His other hand moved to toy with her clit and he had her writhing between them in an instant.

  Distantly, she heard him tell Sabrina to let go, then he swept her up and carried her up to their bedroom. He threw her down on the bed, pinning her there while he ordered Sabrina to get the cuffs and rope.

  Jude’s eyes glittered like sapphires as he glared down at her. “You keep fucking with me lately, Q. Do you think I’m a weak Dom because I love you? Why are you testing me?”

  The bed dipped slightly as Sabrina joined them, putting the things Jude had asked for down in easy reach.

  “You’re getting soft,” Q growled. “Lazy. If you’re going to be the head of this family, you’d better stay on your toes. Unless you want to be my bitch now too.”

  His eyebrows shot toward his hairline. “Wow. You need it bad.”

  Q fought like hell, but he leaned over her, fastening the cuffs patiently, as though she wasn’t trying to claw his eyes out. A simple display of strength and she was quivering. He wrapped a hand around her throat and leaned in close.

  “You’re the bitch,” he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling and making her shiver. “You’re so horny lately you don’t even know what to do with yourself. If you need something, ask nicely. This throwing down the gauntlet thing is going to stop now. You do it again and you’re getting an over-the-knee, bare-assed spanking. I don’t care who’s around either. Every. Fucking. Time. Do you understand me, brat?”