The Dom With the Clever Tongue Page 8

  “With you?” She gave him a derisive smirk. “I don’t like men that way.” Liar, liar – at least where this man was concerned. But Reece didn’t know that.

  “She thought you’d have fun with me topping you. Just to see what it’s really like. She’s also worried that if you never try playing with someone that can tap into your masochistic side, that you’ll always secretly wonder what it’s like and never be content with her.”

  Talk about laying the cards on the table.

  Scarlet stood then looked down at Reece. She seemed so tiny and soft there. Reece stared at her own knees as though there was something fascinating there. Part of Scarlet wanted to shake Reece for being so unsure about her hold on her. Another part wanted to hug her and never let her go.

  Then again, it was exactly how Scarlet felt about Reece. She absolutely adored her but feared that Reece would never be completely happy giving up men.

  And here was the man that could either answer all of their questions, or completely destroy their relationship. Yet they had welcomed him into their home – this incubus in their sitting room.

  After staring at her girl for long enough to make her squirm uncomfortably, she took pity on her. They had to deal with this little insecurity issue. She knelt down in front of Reece so they were eye-level. She wanted her to see the honesty in her eyes when she told her this. “There is no kink issue big enough to make me give you up, Reece. Nothing. You don’t ever need to worry about that. And while I appreciate your effort in giving me a memorable birthday, receiving pain isn’t something I need. Especially not as much as I need you. Do you understand?”

  Reece looked half a second from bursting into tears. “Yes. And I’m sorry if this is making things awkward. I just thought you’d...maybe like it and...” She trailed off and stared at her hands on her lap.

  “Come here.” Scarlet wrapped her arms around her girl for a tight hug. She kissed her head and neck.

  “Maybe you should give it a try,” Malachi said. “I’m already here. Unless you’re scared.”

  She released Reece, “Kneel, pet.” Then she shifted to face him. “I’m not afraid of you, Malachi.” Had she already said that? She hoped not. If she was repeating herself it would be a sign of weakness, and he’d know that she was lying. She thought it had come out pretty convincing.

  He stood too, coming closer. Looming – that was the word. He loomed well for a man who wasn’t insanely tall.

  “After you play with me, you might be more afraid of me than you’d care to admit.” He winked. “Has anyone other than Reece topped you before?”

  “No. I didn’t know I was kinky until a few months ago.”

  His mouth quirked. “No history of hurting yourself for the fun of it? Not even as a child?”

  “Do I need a safeword?” she asked, deliberately ignoring his question. Her childhood weirdness was none of his damned business. Yes, she’d hurt herself on purpose as a child, but she’d never thought it meant anything other than that she had an odd idea of fun.

  “Of course. Pick one.” His face was impassive, but his body was coiled tight – muscles flexing and giving away his tension and...possibly excitement?

  Was she really going to do this? The easiest thing to do would be to walk away from the opportunity, but two things were stopping her. One – disappointing Reece. Two – her own intense curiosity. She was being handed the chance to answer questions about herself and if she backed down, she’d always wonder.

  “Salt.”

  His brows rose and he looked amused. “Salt?”

  “Too much salt isn’t good for your health.”

  From her place on the floor, Reece groaned. “Oh my god, Scarlet. You’re so weird.”

  Scarlet nudged her with her foot. “Quiet, little slave girl. The big people are talking.”

  Reece protested, outraged, but silenced herself when they both gave her a look.

  “Salt is fine. Do you have toys I can use on you?” She could almost hear his mental hands rubbing together his enthusiasm was so thick.

  “One sec.” Scarlet walked sedately down the hallway, stalling for time. What the hell was she doing, playing with this man? How was this a good idea? She kept hoping Reece would pipe up and say that she couldn’t let her do it – that she was too jealous. It was starting to look like that just wasn’t going to happen. She was screwed.

  Scarlet snorted. Not screwed. She didn’t need to make this any more awkward for herself.

  Forcing herself into autopilot, she grabbed an empty laundry basket off of the bedroom floor and took it to the closet, dumping in every toy they owned. They’d bought everything they’d heard of, hoping something would click for them. The basket got heavy quickly. Maybe she should only bring out the things she wanted him to use on her? But that hardly seemed fair. Having a selection for him to choose from seemed polite. Was there a BDSM Guide to Good Manners? There should be.

  Every step she took back to the living room, lugging the overflowing basket, made Scarlet more aware of her body. Yes, he’d seen her body before, but that was when she was being topped by Reece. This was different – getting undressed for him. The idea of having someone new see her partially naked was difficult. She and Reece had been dating so long Scarlet had let herself go a little. She was still relatively trim and muscular from working construction, but that didn’t mean she was the type of woman who traipsed around half-naked a lot. The day she’d stripped off her pants so Malachi could show Reece how to use the crop often played over in her head, and it made her feel like a slut.

  She dumped the toys onto the couch and he started to sift through them. A few things seemed to surprise him. He picked up a small jeweled butt plug and held it up with a questioning look on his face.

  “Who is this used on?”

  Scarlet snickered. “Reece was having a crabby week a few months ago, and I warned her to smarten up several times, then finally bought that and left it in the middle of the bed as a warning. She had to ask me what it was.”

  “Shut up, Scarlet. You didn’t even know what it was when you went to the sex shop.”

  “I knew about butt plugs at least, even if I didn’t know this was one. You thought it was a fancy wine cork.” She grinned and Malachi burst out laughing. She had to wait until he’d settled down before she could continue. “The lady at the desk suggested it after I told her all the other toys we had weren’t working to make her more respectful. Apparently it’s a beginner one.”

  “You’re going to let her tell you to shut up?”

  Idiot. She was so terrible at this. Embarrassed, she snatched up a crop and smacked Reece once on each thigh with the shaft. Reece hissed but didn’t move or complain. “Insulting me when I’m in domme mode and I have back-up is a bad idea.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Domme mode? Is there an off switch for that?”

  Before Scarlet could react, Malachi jumped in.“I’m going to show you how to use the plug on her at some point.” He wasn’t asking. “Maybe now is a good time?”

  Reece gave him a horrified look then turned her face to hide it in the arm of the couch. “No! I’ll be good, I promise!”

  Heat rose and throbbed in Scarlet’s nether regions. Her Reece begging for mercy was the sexiest thing, next to the noises the girl made when she came.

  Scarlet reached down and stroked a hand through her hair. “Yes, you’ll be a good girl and let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

  Her only response was a whimper.

  After a few minutes of sorting through the array of implements, Malachi piled several on the coffee table. “I think this is going to be more enjoyable for you if we involve Reece, but not as a co-top. If you allow it, I’ll direct what she does. It’ll turn you on more if someone is touching you sometimes, and I know that someone can’t be me. However, if you ever change your mind...” His smile would have charmed the pants off a lesbian.

  Oh, shit.

  Unable to help herself, Scarlet nodded. “Reece, do wh
at he says unless you have a major problem with it. Use the same safeword, okay?”

  Apprehension lurked in her eyes, but she smiled a little. “Okay.”

  Malachi drew Reece to her feet and took the clothespin from her. He stared into her eyes and brought the clothespin up between their faces, which were only inches apart. “This will be dealt with later.”

  She swallowed. “Yes, Malachi.”

  Fuck. How did he do that so easily? Scarlet examined his stance, recalled his tone, and realized it was probably a combination of things – some of which she couldn’t replicate, being smaller and female. He could show her the basics, but she’d have to develop her own style that capitalized on her strengths.

  “Reece, undress her.”

  Scarlet backed a step and held up a warding hand. “Wait, stop! Like naked, naked? You can’t do this with most of my clothes on?”

  He studied her for a moment. “You can stay fully dressed if you want, but you won’t get the full effect of doing this with clothing as a barrier. It would be like saying you wanted to know what sex was like, but refusing to take your clothes off. Orgasms might be had, but it’s not really sex.”

  She rolled her eyes, knowing it had been a long shot. “I’m not big on being naked.”

  “Reece should do her best to make you forget I’m here, at first.”

  “I’m not getting naked while she has her clothes on. That seems counterintuitive from a Domme standpoint. Isn’t she supposed to stay at least equally undressed, if not more so?”

  He smiled gently. “The answer to that question is that you’re the Domme. It’s all about what you want, so it’s completely up to you how dressed or undressed she is.”

  Scarlet looked Reece over. The girl was shaking her head minutely, eyes pleading. After all this time, Scarlet knew that Reece still had some body image issues. Malachi might even figure into them. Heavily.

  She walked the few steps to Reece and looked down at her with what she hoped was a commanding demeanor. She copied Malachi’s stance and expression, even if the looming part wasn’t as effective. “Remember the outfit I bought you for Christmas that you never wore? Put it on. Now.”

  “Oh god. Seriously?”

  “Don’t you think you’re already in enough trouble, kitten?” A staring contest ensued, but eventually Scarlet came out on top. She felt a swell of satisfaction at Reece’s defeated sigh.

  “It’s the most ridiculous piece of clothing I own!” Reece growled, storming off into their bedroom.

  She’d let the attitude go for now. If she didn’t pick her battles, they wouldn’t get very far with Malachi topping her today. And now she was more curious than she cared to admit.

  “Ridiculous?” Malachi asked with a brow quirked.

  “I have a bit of a fetish she doesn’t share. She hates it and finds it demeaning.”

  He grinned. “Perfect. Nothing will make her feel more submissive than doing what she doesn’t want to because you said so. So what is it?”

  “You’ll see in a sec.”

  “Furry? Latex? Cheerleader?”

  “That would be quite the combination.”

  He laughed loudly and shook his head. “Well played. I’m supposed to be the funny Dom, Scarlet. Get your own gig.”

  “It’s open mic night, sweetheart. Just try to keep up.”

  Malachi was too close, looking down at her like he was going to kiss her. She stepped back and grimaced. “Friend zone me now, mister. It’s not going to happen.”

  “I’m about to see two gorgeous women mostly naked. You get why I’m having a hard time maintaining objectivity.”

  The look that passed between them was like electricity along her skin. She ignored the sensation, schooling her features to look bored. All of this pretending was exhausting.

  She was spared having to come up with a witty response when Reece tiptoed back into the room. Was she hoping they’d forget about her? Her riot of chestnut curls bounced around the creamy bareness of her shoulders. The thin straps of the white, gossamer baby doll top did little to break up the lovely skin. The top didn’t veil the pinkness of her nipples so much as draw attention to them, and the matching ruffled boy shorts were fucking adorable. It made Scarlet ache to bite her ass.

  Malachi caught sight of her, stepped forward, and banged his shins on the forgotten coffee table. Although the noise was loud and it must have hurt, he was too busy drooling over Reece to notice.

  “This is my punishment for being a dickhead to you, isn’t it?” he rasped. “You’re going to mock me with your body until I die of frustration.” He scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “Death by exploding dick. It seems appropriate.”

  “Oh, shut up. I know how I look, you don’t have to be nice.”

  “I want to be anything but nice right now,” he murmured, his words dark with menace. Malachi stalked toward her.

  Eyes wide, Reece backed into the wall. Malachi stood over her then lifted a hand and twirled a lock of her hair around one of his thick fingers. He gave it a gentle tug. Scarlet moved up beside him, crowding her more.

  Reece – cornered and mostly naked. They could do practically anything to her. Excitement raced through Scarlet, making her blood sing.

  “Scarlet has a corruption fetish,” she said breathlessly. Her face was pink, the color mottling her neck and upper chest as well.

  “Gee, I wonder why, with you looking like this.” Malachi released her hair and traced over the powder blue bows at the bottom of the straps, not far from where her nipples stood up hard under the fabric.

  Reece’s breathing was ragged and her back arched, pushing her lovely breasts closer to them. Scarlet slipped her hands up under the top, cupping Reece’s breasts and holding them higher for Malachi’s perusal.

  “Damn,” he breathed. “May I?”

  “No!” Reece squeaked.

  Scarlet looked at Reece. The girl tore her gaze from Malachi and Scarlet could read exactly what she wanted. She was hoping he’d do it anyway. It seemed like her girl liked playing the unwilling damsel game.

  “Yes. She wants it,” Scarlet told Malachi. “Don’t forget you have a safeword, kitten. We’ll do what we want to you unless you use it.”

  Unexpectedly, he brushed a hand up Scarlet’s arm under the lingerie, following it to where she still held Reece’s breasts captive. Goosebumps rose on Scarlet’s arm. He circled a finger around one of Reece’s areolas, tightening the circle until her nipple stood up even harder. She was mewling, her chest thrust forward and up at him, but he was taking his sweet time. Eventually he gave in and caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and making her gasp and her eyes fall shut. He caught her other nipple too, and her mouth opened.

  Scarlet fastened her mouth to the pristine skin between Reece’s neck and shoulder then sucked and bit down. Reece moaned and Scarlet wiggled a hand into the girl’s panties, tracing her cleft until she found the bump of her clit. She pressed her finger against it and rubbed lightly. Seconds later, Reece was writhing against them, her cries weak and desperate.

  So helpless.

  Malachi let Reece go then stepped back, looking like he’d rather shove her against the wall and fuck her than free her.

  “Reece, undress your Domme.”

  With no further prompting, she fell on Scarlet, stripping off her girly tee and unfastening her bra in a matter of seconds. She rubbed against Scarlet’s naked flesh, kissing her way up her chest to her mouth. They kissed for a long while before Reece popped the buttons on her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

  “How is it sexy that you’re wearing cartoon boxers?” Malachi chuckled. “I have that exact pair. They look way sexier on you.”

  The girls ignored him. Reece shoved her hand into the front of Scarlet’s boxers, grazing the sensitive skin of her mound before sliding through her wetness. Scarlet kissed her hard, holding her by the hair.

  He pulled them apart. “Enough. I don’t think either of you are feeling shy anymore.
I know I’m not.” Grabbing hold of Scarlet’s boxers, he yanked and watched them pool at her ankles. Scarlet couldn’t muster up any shyness to complain or stop him.

  “Shaved? I never would have guessed that.”

  “Waxed, actually,” Reece retorted. “Both of us prefer it.”

  “Both of you? Great. I didn’t need that visual just now.” He sighed and adjusted himself. “When my cock explodes, please tell Jude what happened. This is Sabrina’s fault. She should be publically flogged.”

  “You might have trouble getting sympathy from Jude,” Scarlet said. “He deals with this on a daily basis.”

  “True.” He walked to the corner of the room where a huge potted plant hung from a macramé holder attached to a hook in the ceiling. “How sturdy is this hook?”

  “Very.” Scarlet laughed. “That’s why I put it up there.”

  “Excellent. That’s what I was hoping.” Malachi grabbed the footstool and stood on it, then unhooked the plant and moved it to a vacant chair. “Come here.”

  Scarlet submitted to him binding her wrists together, and walked willingly under the ceiling hook. He looped a rope through the bonds between her wrists then attached it to the hook above her head.

  “Mmm... So pretty,” Reece said, moving up behind her and running her soft hands over Scarlet’s waist and ass. She skimmed them up Scarlet’s stomach then grazed her nipples with her long nails.

  Her nipples contracted and she fought back a groan. Frustrated already? She hoped this would go fast.

  Malachi caught Reece by the hair, just barely in the range where Scarlet could see what was happening. She’d need to have an owl’s neck to get a better view. “You do what I say now and nothing else. Understood?”

  “Yes, Malachi.”

  He thrust her down on the floor. “Kneel in front of your Domme and lick her. I’m going to hit her hard and you’re going to make her like it more than she wants to.”

  She smirked. “Yes, Sir!””

  “Don’t get cocky, girl. She’ll punish you for it later.”

  “If she can walk,” Reece murmured.