Page 103 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“I’m built like a boy and I have small tits. It wasn’t that hard.”

“You are not built like a boy. Your body is subtle where it curves, but there’s no missing it. And I happen to be a breast connoisseur, and yours are perfect for you. If all breasts were the same, it would get boring.” He lifted her top and stared at her chest for a minute, making her blush and want to hide.

“You’re an artist. You see beauty even when something is ugly.”

“I see you, Scarlet. You’re beautiful, but it goes far deeper than that.” He kissed her again, his lips patient, loving. He cupped the back of her head with his palm and nibbled at her mouth for a moment before letting her go. If she had any state secrets she would have spilled them all to him now. His mouth was a weapon – his words as devastating as his lips. There should have been a warning label.

She was about to complain when Reece’s hand inched down and found its way into the wispy mockery of underwear she was wearing. She teased her fingers up and down Scarlet’s slit, frustrating her. Malachi’s rougher hands slid up her sides. He drew slow circles around her breasts, then leaned down and brushed his lips over them until she tangled her hands into his long hair and shoved a nipple at his mouth.

“Demanding little thing,” he laughed. “I may not be your Dom, but you sure ashell aren’t mine. Wait like a good girl.”

She growled low but complied.

Reece’s light fingertips surrounded her clit and gently stroked and toyed until her moans escaped her control. At her breasts, Malachi lightly suckled and bit. None of it was hard enough and she whimpered.

“What’s the matter, Scarlet? You sound unhappy.” He was mocking her – he knew what he was doing.

“You’re both evil, evil teases.”

“Is there something you want?” Reece asked, using her best Domme voice, which wasn’t very convincing.

Months ago, that simply wouldn’t have worked for Scarlet. Now it made her want to turn the girl over her knee to remind her to be respectful. “Yeah, I want my bitch’s tongue between my legs.”

Reece squirmed against her back. “Fuck, that’s hot,” the girl murmured.

“Kneel at the foot of the bed and wait.”

“But I hate waiting,” the girl wheedled. “Let me do what I want. I promise I’ll make you like it.”

Scarlet turned and glared at her. For a moment Reece was caught in Scarlet’s gaze and couldn’t seem to break free. She swallowed convulsively and scurried off to do as she’d been told.

“Good kitten.”

Without warning, Malachi swept Scarlet up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She squeaked in alarm, and struggled, but he ignored her and did it anyway.

Men!

“Just because I’m small doesn’t mean you can pick me up and carry me around,” she grumbled.

“You didn’t safeword.”

“I’m not your sub. You’re not the boss of me. I’m just your bottom for pain.”

“You’re a pain in the bottom, alright.” He tossed her onto the mattress and followed her down. “I’m a take-charge kind of guy in the bedroom, if you hadn’t noticed, Scarlet. Even if I was seeing someone vanilla I’d still be like this. It’s justpart of who I am.”

“Yeah, well part of who I am says that you’re not going to get away with that shit with me.” Her eyes narrowed to slits and she could see Malachi’s struggle to fight back his Dom instincts.

“What’s wrong with being the Beta Domme?”

“Nothing. I hope you enjoy the position.”

They were sitting together on the bed, glaring at each other. Fuck, she was horny, but if she let him win this it was setting a bad precedent.

“This was supposed to be a nice evening, you two,” Reece said from where she knelt at the foot of the bed, “not a gladiator grudge match. Does it really matter who’s in charge?”

Scarlet lifted a brow at Malachi, who in turn made a face that implied their sub was a little odd. How could they not care who was in charge?

“Go stand in the hallway, kitten. This is between us and it might get ugly.” Scarlet stripped off her top so it didn’t get in the way.

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