Page 104 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“You have lovely tits, but you’re not going to distract me from this, little girl.”

“And you don’t scare me, Malachi Johansson.”

His eyes gleamed and for a moment she considered recanting her statement, but the rest of her had other ideas. Her whole body felt the menace rolling off of him and reveled in it.

Reece looked back and forth between them for a moment, then shook her head and walked into the hallway, watching them but at a safer distance.

Unceremoniously, Scarlet shoved Malachi off of the mattress. He rolled onto the floor, then came across the bed at her and grabbed her by the hair. She faked a punch at his privates and he let go of her to block. She tried to shove him off the bed again, but he grabbed her by the upper arms and flung her onto her back. He came down over top of her and kissed her hard, bruising her lips. She wriggled her legs up between them and pushed him away with her legs. He landed, bouncing, at the end of the bed.

Rather than going for the direct approach again, he hooked his fingers into her delicate underwear and tore them away. In a panic, she kicked out and caught him on the chin. The way his head snapped back scared her for a second, but hejust lowered his head again and glared at her. He stood and stripped off his jeans, his cock already hard. Fuck. In her head she tried to scramble away, but she just sat there and gawked. Naked, he was very intimidating. How had she fit that thing in her mouth?

Without any apparent fear for his unprotected genitals, he jumped her, tackling her to the bed again. She scratched and bit, and landed a few punches, but soon he had her pinned to the mattress. His knees wedged between her legs and he fended off her attempts to kick him away until he was comfortably settled between her thighs, his cock pressed against the top of her slit and pelvis. Gripping her short hair, he kissed her again, amused that she couldn’t stop him.

She went quiet beneath him and let him kiss her, reciprocating and sliding her tongue into his mouth. Between them, his cock pulsed, reminding her she was living dangerously. Sweat mingled and dripped. Slowly his body relaxed, and his kisses became more sensual. She moaned into his mouth, and without meaning to, she ground her hips up against him.

He chuckled.

How dare he trick her with kisses!

She shoved him off of her, intending to make a run for the hallway. Before she was all the way upright, he grabbed her ankle and yanked her back down. She landed hard on her hands and knees on the hardwood floor, and she tried to scramble away. He went to his hands and knees above her, covering her, his cock prodding at her unprotected sex.

“Plead for mercy.”

“You first.”

“I could shove my cock into you right now,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “You know I won.”

“In your dreams.” She dropped to her belly and rolled, but he caught her when she tried to get past his arm.

He pinned her to the floor on her back and slid down between her legs. Shoving him with her feet got her nowhere, and he grabbed her wrists when she tried to smack his face. Roughly, he yanked her hands under her bent knees and held them there.

All she saw were his wicked eyes gleaming at her before he lowered his facebetween her legs. With his shoulders in the way, there was no way she could close her legs. She was trapped. Was there even such a thing as forced oral?

Safewording occurred to her, but punishing herself to teach him a lesson was ridiculous.

She struggled, panting. Grit from the floor scraped at her back. She was well and truly stuck.

“Poor little Domme,” he whispered against her.

She groaned.

“Do you need my tongue?”

She didn’t answer. He couldn’t win.

Malachi placed a tiny kiss on her exposed clit and she growled and wriggled in frustration. “You don’t want this?” He flicked his tongue over her and she gasped. Her hips strained to get closer, but he held her in place.

“Lick me, bitch,” she snarled.

He did just that, teasing, never keeping a rhythm, and frustrating the hell out of her. Four times he did the thing with his tongue that Reece had tried to explain to her. Each time her eyes rolled back and she screamed, helpless in her pleasure. He brought her to the brink and let her cool off, then started again. At some point Reece was there, kissing her, playing with her nipples.

“Please! Please, I need to get off. I need it,” she begged. “Fuck I’m going to die!”

His chuckle was husky. “Who’s the bitch, Scarlet? Say it.”

“Reece! Reece is our bitch!”

“Nice try, little Domme. Who’s the alpha, you or me?”

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