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  The Dom with the Clever Tongue

  Sorcha Black, Leia Shaw, Cari Silverwood

  1st Edition

  Copyright 2013

  WC Press

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  Chapter 1

  The paddle fell with a loud whap. “Ouch!” Reece hollered at her girlfriend. “That’s too hard, Scarlet! I don’t like pain like you do.” She sat up on her knees and scowled at the blonde holding the evil paddle beside her thigh.

  “Mmm. But hitting you turns me on.”

  She scoffed dramatically but lost focus when she looked over the sexy body next to hers. Was there anything hotter than a braless girl wearing a white tank top and boy shorts? She smirked. “You just like the view.”

  “That too.” Scarlet shoved her so she fell forward on hands and knees.

  Reece grunted but stayed put even though she could almost feel her girlfriend’s gaze on her sex. A shiver crept up her spine. Until, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the paddle lift into the air.

  “No!” She shot up on the bed and covered her already abused ass.

  Scarlet sighed and tossed the paddle onto the bed. “Then let’s switch places. I like pain and you don’t listen to me anyway.” With a smirk, she took Reece’s chin between her fingers. “You make a terrible sub, kitten.”

  Her gaze fell on Scarlet’s tempting lips. She jerked out of her grip and pecked her on the mouth. “I’m not a sub and you know it.” Though parts of submission appealed to her. Like in the erotic books she read and when her best friend, Sabrina, told her stories about her Domme, Q, and her Dom, Jude.

  Well she didn’t have a Jude. She had a Scarlet. They’d decided to try topping and bottoming for each other as a way to bring kink into their sex lives. It’d seemed like a good idea at the time. They’d been dating a whole year and three months – why shouldn’t they be able to give each other what they needed in the bedroom? It wasn’t as if ordering someone around was hard. That was what they’d thought three months ago, but here they were, still two lost kinksters stuck in sex limbo.

  Scarlet plopped down onto the bed and rolled face-up in front of Reece. She’d already taken her top off.

  Reece arched a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to wait for me to tell you to get undressed?”

  She smiled in that mischievous way – the way that said she was up to something. A moment later, she grabbed Reece’s hand and tugged her off balance. She fell forward and landed on her hands, leaning over a grinning Scarlet.

  She couldn’t help grinning back. Scarlet’s smile was contagious. She was so freakin’ gorgeous. It was still a mystery how she ended up with such a hot girlfriend. Reece was no prize in the looks department. Scarlet was interesting and exotic with her pale skin, white-blond hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was so much prettier now that she’d stopped dyeing it brown to get taken more seriously on the job. Sometimes Reece felt like the ugly sidekick. Only her designer clothing kept her from looking like a charity case. Brown eyes, brown hair, brownish skin...boring. Even her name was plain. Not fancy like Scarlet Graydon.

  Still smiling, Scarlet ran her gaze over Reece’s face. She did that often – stared at her like she was some kind of prize she’d won. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside even though her skin flushed with embarrassment.

  “I like what you did to my nipples last time we played,” she rasped then kissed the inside of Reece’s arm next to her head.

  “You liked that?” Jeez, she’d looked ready to murder somebody and sounded like a porn star. She’d almost stopped what she was doing to call a priest in to do an exorcism. And she wanted more?

  Scarlet nodded then grabbed the back of Reece’s neck and pulled her down to her breast.

  “Okay, okay,” she mumbled against her skin then looked up at her. “You’re demanding for a sub.” She licked just to the side of her nipple. Mmm. Men just couldn’t compete with a woman’s soft skin.

  “Not a sub,” she choked out before positioning her more securely.

  First, she teased her with her tongue, running the tip over the peak and flicking it. The throaty moans encouraged her. After she treated her other breast the same way and Scarlet writhed beneath her, she backed away. Ignoring Scarlet’s plea for more, she gently blew on her breast. When the nipple puckered perfectly, as if waiting for her bite, she slipped it between her teeth.

  Scarlet’s hips launched off the bed as she gasped. “Evil!”

  Feeling dramatic, she chuckled darkly while increasing the pressure. Scarlet’s gasp turned into a loud moan and she squirmed under her.

  She bit harder.

  “Fuck!” She sounded too close to orgasm so Reece gradually let go of the nipple.

  “Mmm,” Scarlet murmured. “More.” She fisted a handful of hair.

  “Hey!” Reece pried her hand out of her hair then scolded her. “You’re getting bossy again. And you say I’m a terrible sub!”

  Scarlet groaned impatiently. “Just do what I say. Please! I’m so close.”

  She backed away from her reach and looked down at her. “That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”

  “Fuck. I don’t fucking care.” Rubbing her eyes in frustration, she gritted out, “I need pain. You don’t get it ’cause you don’t feel it but...” She swallowed hard.

  Why did this happen every time? Sure, they had fun. They smiled and giggled and eventually got off, but there was a growing sense of frustration too. She copied what she read in books but, for some reason, the roles just didn’t fit quite right, no matter how many arrangements they tried.

  Scarlet’s look of disappointment tore at her chest. She wanted so badly to please her. It hurt that she couldn’t. And the reason she couldn’t please her was because Scarlet had no idea what she wanted. She wanted pain but then grew frustrated when Reece tried to control it. Neither of them made good subs or Doms. So what the hell were they?

  Leaning over, she pressed a kiss between Scarlet’s brows. “We have to stick to the roles. It’s the only way this will work.”

  She scowled up at her. “We would know for sure if you’d come with me to the club and ask.”

  That again? “So many germs, Scarlet! It’s disgusting.”

  Turning her face away, she grumbled, “You’re so stubborn.”

  So she’d heard – a million times over. Stubborn, opinionated, difficult. She stared down at her hands fumbling in her naked lap. Naked. She hated being naked, but it was hot when Scarlet stripped her then kept her own clothes on. And for someone with years of body issues behind her, that was saying something.

  “Maybe you should ask Sabrina. She might be able to help us.” Scarlet glared at her. “I bet she’s a good girl for her Doms.”

  Reece laughed. “You don’t know her like I do. And anyway, Q and Jude know what they’re doing.” She glared right back. “I’m only as good as my Domme is.”

  Scarlet narrowed her eyes then pounced. A moment later, she had Reece pinned face down, both of them giggling. “What the heck?” she said, squirming to get free. “How are you so strong? You’re too skinny to be this strong!”

  A dark chuckle then Scarlet slapped her ass. “Mmm. I love your curvy ass.”

  “You mean you love my fat ass.”

  Teeth clamped down on one cheek, stinging until she shrieked.

  “Shush
about fat,” she scolded when she let go. “You know I don’t like hearing that from you.”

  She squirmed and Scarlet released her. “Whatever, skinny bitch.”

  Another smack had her glaring at Scarlet with her best death stare, but Scarlet merely arched a brow.

  “You sound so much like a Domme sometimes.” She sighed. Was that a good thing or not? Did she even want Scarlet as a Domme? It would complicate things between them. Maybe too much. She liked being her girlfriend, as partners, as equals. But a Domme in the bedroom would be hot. Would Scarlet shift into a 24/7 Domme as soon as she tasted power? Would she want to control her life? It was hot in books but... It just wasn’t how things were between them.

  “Come on,” Scarlet said. “Let’s watch one of your fashion shows. We can try this again later.” She shimmied up the bed until she was leaning against the headboard then looked at Reece and smiled. “Curl up in my lap, kitten, and I’ll pet you.”

  Reece rolled her eyes. The very first night they’d spent together had occurred right after her boyfriend had dumped her. She and Scarlet had been friends for a few months by then and Scarlet had come over to try to make her feel better. Scarlet was gold star – no cock for her – and Reece knew she had feelings for her. It had been too soon to explore that idea and she didn’t want to give her the wrong message so when it got too late and they were too drunk to drive, she insisted Scarlet take the bed while she slept on the floor. The next morning they both woke to find Reece curled up in a ball at Scarlet’s feet at the end of the bed. That had earned her the pet name kitten. That and Scarlet said she purred like one, but that was still unverified as far as she was concerned.

  When Reece pouted, Scarlet opened her arms and beckoned. “I know you want to.”

  “That is so demeaning,” she grumbled as she knee-walked up the bed and in between Scarlet’s legs.

  Arms wrapped around her and she settled into her favorite spot against Scarlet’s body.

  “It’s not demeaning,” she said, stroking her fingers through Reece’s hair. “It’s adorable.”

  She sighed contently, feeling at home with her head resting in her girlfriend’s lap. “You’re lucky I love you.”

  Warm lips pressed against her hair. “Yes, I am.”

  Though contentment settled on her for a while, the scent and feel of Scarlet’s warm body beneath her cheek stirred her slowly. She wriggled a little, compressing her thighs. So difficult staying quiet and calm in her girlfriend’s arms even if their kinky crap was a crazy mess.

  The second time she wriggled, Scarlet chuckled and trailed her fingers around her ear, tickling. “What’s wrong? Is there something you need?”

  Indignation made her answer come out wrong. “No.”

  “Are you sure about that? I can tell when you’re turned on, you know.” The huff of Scarlet’s breath sent a liquid shudder arrowing straight to the apex of her legs. “Let me. Please. Move so I can touch you.” When Scarlet cruised her hand lower to brush the first curves of her ass, Reece didn’t protest.

  She shuffled her body higher, sighing and parting her thighs as Scarlet’s fingers stroked her there. Scarlet slipped one finger up inside her and, at the rush of pleasure, her eyes rolled up and she lowered her head farther into Scarlet’s lap.

  “Do you know how much I like doing this for you?” With her other hand softly possessing her nape, Scarlet caressed her there and below in a quiet rhythm that rocked Reece deeper and deeper into the haze of lust.

  The moan coaxed from her lips smothered her only answer to Scarlet’s question.

  Chapter 2

  Watching Reece move across the room was breathtaking. The slide of muscle, the swing of curved hips, the sway of breasts. Over a year together and the woman still had the power to make Scarlet lose track of an interesting conversation and hyper-focus on the way she walked.

  A girlish laugh at Scarlet’s elbow reminded her she was being rude. She turned her head to grimace at Reece’s friend, Sabrina. The rest of Jude, Q, and Sabrina’s living room came back into focus. Groups of party-goers stood in groups of three or four, chatting – although most had already moved into the backyard.

  “Sorry. I just...”

  She shrugged. “No need to apologize. I have a hard time not staring at Q when she walks into a room and we’ve been together longer. Except I have Jude, too, so I spend a lot of time standing around with my mouth hanging open. People must be constantly questioning my intelligence.”

  “How you manage with two is beyond me.” Scarlet chuckled then sipped at her drink. “And with Zenobia almost walking now, your time for gawking must be limited.”

  Sabrina perched her butt on the arm of the overstuffed chair behind her and grinned. “We do okay for ‘us’ time when she’s asleep. At least she’s sleeping through the night. Reece said she fussed for a while after we dropped her off the other night?”

  “Yes, Mommy. How dare you and Mama and Daddy go to a movie,” Q said as she rounded the corner and joined them. She wrapped an arm around Sabrina’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “She has to get used to us leaving and coming back. It’s part of healthy attachment.”

  “I don’t think we should go out to the movies anymore. Not until she’s eighteen or so. She can’t handle it. Jude agrees.”

  “He’ll say anything you want to make you stop angsting about it. You’ll get used to it. Reece said she stopped fussing after five minutes.” She winked then wandered off and asked people if she could get them anything.

  “So where’s the birthday boy?” Scarlet was starting to get a buzz from the sangria. Her nose was numb and the front of her thighs felt weird. They hadn’t been going out much lately, so her tolerance was way down.

  “Cross and some of the other guys just started Stupid Dom Games in the backyard. Fredrick is running it, as usual, so it should be pretty funny. The guy I wanted to introduce you to is back there, too. Come on, let’s go laugh at them.”

  Scarlet lagged behind, but Sabrina grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

  A Dom tutor. How had Reece convinced her that this was a good idea? She and Sabrina had concocted this plan when they were shopping a few weeks back, and Reece had come home over-the-top excited. Sabrina knew all sorts of people who knew all sorts of people in the kink community. So even though she and Reece weren’t that interested in going to munches or to the local club, Sabrina had decided she was going to find someone to help them figure out what was going wrong in their kink life. So embarrassing.

  The creepy old house had a huge backyard that Scarlet had always admired. She wasn’t sure which of the inhabitants was the gardener, but the simple, park-like setting was beautiful – even in the harsh glare of the floodlights. A dark corner of the yard boasted the swing set, slide and monkey bars that Jude and his buddy Cross had been building when they’d visited a few weeks ago. From the size of the thing, either the little family was planning to rapidly expand, or Zenobia’s parents liked playing too. She didn’t know them that well yet, so she hadn’t asked.

  The yard was filled with men, and a few women, drinking and egging each other on. At the moment, several of them were hunched over, running in circles with their foreheads pressed to the handles of baseball bats. Most were stumbling, and one hit the dirt. An even louder crowd watched. Were they betting?

  She stifled a laugh and refilled her glass with sangria from the punch bowl.

  Drunk, and now dizzy men staggered toward the back fence. They were supposed to touch it and come back, but half of them were on the ground laughing and rolling around. Fredrick – whom she and Reece had gotten to know over the past few months – was calling out the action like a sports commentator. His submissive, Peter, knelt at his feet holding their drinks and laughing so hard that he looked like he was in pain.

  Her sides hurt from holding in her laughter. She spotted Jude, crawling purposefully along the ground toward the fence. The birthday boy was a cheater. Either no one noticed him in the chaos, or
it was just too funny to interrupt. Sabrina leaned over to her and pointed at her Dom.

  “I got the smart one.”

  Cross, who stood nearby, grinned at her. “That’s the man you’re thinking of breeding with, Sabrina? You might want to reconsider.” His women were cuddled up on either side of him, and Scarlet could see they were holding hands at his back. She hadn’t met them yet. Cross she’d met briefly at Zenobia’s baptism. The man reminded her of a huge human bulldog, although he seemed nice enough.

  “Okay, maybe you’re the smart one Cross,” Sabrina answered, “because you’re not playing. But Q and I got the pretty one.”

  “If Cross is smart and Jude is pretty, what does that make me?” Another man joined them that Scarlet hadn’t noticed earlier. He wasn’t as tall or muscle-bound as some of the other men, but he was still a few inches taller than her. If she had to describe him at a police station, she’d say he’d been a pirate captain in a former life, or maybe worked as the stand-in for movie Satans. The dark, unruly long hair, blue eyes, and goatee did the trick. Devilishly handsome, perhaps? The silver rings in his ears would have looked wrong on most other men, but on him they worked. He was also covered in tattoos.

  “I think that makes you the Dom with the good personality, Malachi,” Cross’s girl with the red hair and tattoos supplied helpfully.

  “Oooh, ouch. Next time just say I’m ugly – it would be kinder. My self esteem needs a pint of ice cream now, Gemma. By the way, remind me to get you a gag next Christmas. Your screaming has been scaring my customers away.”

  Cross’s laugh boomed and he clapped the man on the back – a blow that should have sent him sprawling, but apparently he was stronger than he looked.

  Gemma looked unfazed. “You’re just jealous I get to go home for lunch. Blame my Neanderthal. Maybe you should keep his hands cuffed behind his back during your shop’s office hours. It would make me less prone to screaming.”

  “Just his hands? Man, I have to draw you a diagram or something.”