Page 18 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Some Doms like pain. You need to explore how much you like and train her to give it to you.”

“I’m not good at doing it though,” Reece whispered tiredly from the safety of Scarlet’s embrace.

“How so?”

“She loves it when I bite her, but she wants more intense pain. I’ve tried, but I just can’t do it.”

“I can show you how, if you want,” he offered.

“It’s not that I physically can’t, it’s just...” She stopped for a moment and seemed to consider her words, “I don’t like hurting her. It hurts me to do it.”

“Have you tried reminding yourself that she likes it?”

“Yes.” She shrugged. “It helps a little.”

“Hmm. Maybe you can learn to like it, for her sake. Or maybe you can find someone to do that for her sometimes if you can’t.”

They remained silent for a few moments, lost in their personal thoughts.

“Do you need to, uh, use the bathroom?” Scarlet offered, not sure how to ask politely about that sort of thing. He must have been uncomfortable.

“I’ll manage. If I faint though, it’s just because all the blood has rushed away from my brain. Don’t panic.” His smirk spread to the two of them.

“So if you faint, what should we do?” Reece asked innocently.

“I’d suggest loosening my pants.”

Scarlet slid off the bed to her feet. “Of course you’d suggest that.”

“Next he’s going to suggest mouth to mouth.”

He looked positively wicked. “No. But maybe mouth to something else would help.”

Reece burst out laughing and threw a pillow at his head.

Chapter 6

Considering this was an all-night, horror movie session, Malachi wasn’t surprised at the crowd in the foyer. Some of them had even brought pillows and sleeping bags. The monthly movie marathon had skyrocketed in popularity since they’d started a year ago. Something about watching three or four crazy B horror movies in a row with your friends appealed to people in Cobalt Harbor.

Maybe there was something in the water? He checked his tickets. Screen Four. Several teenagers wormed past and when he looked up, there they were – the two women he hadn’t been able to get out of his mind since his little session as their kinky therapist – Scarlet and Reece. Hard to forget them. For a while afterward, he’d wondered if men got menopause because the memory of them together invariably gave him hot flashes.

The girls finished talking to, or possibly flirting with, some middle-aged guy over the counter of the concession stand then headed his way with their popcorn and drinks, still talking animatedly, with Scarlet’s hand at Reece’s back. Briefly he considered putting a hit on the middle-aged guy. Then they saw him and waved.

Well, Scarlet waved. Reece shot him a dubious yet contemplative look. He nodded and waved back.

Just to draw it out, since they were coming to him anyway, he stayed put and did some admiring. He didn’t believe in denying natural urges too much. Scarlet was in loose jeans and sweatshirt, while Reece wore skintight jeans with a long black sweater that went low enough to cover her butt, yet high enough to show off her legs. Any man with an ounce of testosterone in his blood would itch to see either of them naked.

“Hi again.” Scarlet smiled and wedged her unoccupied hand in her pocket.

Reece, amazingly, shifted her drink between her arm and body then held out a free hand for him to shake. “Hi.”

He shook it, appreciating the feel of her long slender fingers in his. “Great to see you again. I get the privilege of a handshake today?”

She shrugged. “I’m in promo mode. Brett, the program manager, is donating some of the night’s sales to disadvantaged kids and we happen to be getting partof that.” At his raised eyebrow, she added, “I help redo donated dresses for girls who can’t afford to go to proms. It’s...just a thing I do.”

Scarlet winked. “Don’t let her be all humble. I’m proud of her. You hear that Reece?” She nudged her. “Be proud of what you’re doing.”

“Sure. Sure.” But her eye roll said she’d rather keep it low key. “Shush about it now though.”

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