Page 20 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“I don’t suppose you’re busy tonight? After the movie?” Hope lilted endearingly in her voice.

“Tonight?” Well, why not? He rubbed his chin. “Let me think, watch a bunch of crap movies...help you two get all kinky. Hard to decide.”

“Is he saying he wants to come over tonight?” Reece demanded.

He held out both hands as if they were at each end of a scale. “Crap movies. Kinky women. Hmm.”

Scarlet sighed. “Maybe. Who knew Doms could be such smartasses?”

“Aw. Guess we’re seeing only one then?”

“It’s all my stomach can handle, kitten.”

Reece glared at Malachi for a moment, then seemed to reach some conclusion. “Fine. Just don’t expect me to get all enthusiastic about hurting my girlfriend. But I will try.”

Malachi settled back in the seat.

The rest of the screams and carnage faded as he considered her words and what they expected of him. Their idea was great. The lack of enthusiasm was not.

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When they walked into the condo, they were silent until they reached the livingroom.

“Tell me what you want to do first. I’ll add suggestions.” Malachi waited, figuring it was their call how to get this rolling.

Like an awkward store manikin, Reece leaned her hand on the back of an armchair. “So. What do you want to try?” Her mouth twisted. “Nothing too severe, please.” With her eyes, she appealed to Scarlet.

“I guess, if you want to top me, then we can use a cane? I bought that –”

“Uh uh.” Brow wrinkled, she held up her hand, palm outward. “That’s too much.”

“Can’t you try it? For me? I need harder pain or you may as well swat me with cotton candy, and that –”

Reece hung her head, shook it. “Please don’t make me start with the cane.”

“Why did you ask me then?”

Time he stepped in. “Okay. Do you have a crop? Because that’s a good versatile implement. I can show you how to ramp up the pain if she wants you to.”

“Yeah, we have one. Can I just use that, Scarlet?”

Scarlet sighed. “Fine. I don’t want to stress you. The crop is fine.”

“I’ll go get it.” Reece hurried down the hallway as if she had far better places to be than near him, or maybe it was all the talk of hurting her girlfriend? This was going to be like herding cats.

And he was sure he’d read somewhere that when women saidfinethey meant World War Three was around the corner. But maybe these two were different? “Next decide where you want to do this. Here or the bedroom?”

“Here?” The blonde looked about. “Um. This isn’t where we normally get kinky.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t. Variety is the spice of kink. Doing it in the bedroom all the time can get to be as bad as doing it vanilla style.” He shrugged and grinned to defuse the dogma he was spewing. “Trust me. I’ve done it most places.”

“It?” She cocked her head. “Okay. For once I’ll trust you then. Let’s try here.”

“Good. And my next instruction...take off your jeans and either put on a thong or go without panties. If you want pain, you don’t want anything between you and the crop.”

Reece strolled back into the room with the aforementioned crop tucked under her arm. “Don’t think you’re getting me undressed. But you...” She smiled and grabbed the handle of the implement then waggled the crop at her girlfriend. “You made me miss my movies so it serves you right. Hmm. I wonder. Does this make you my bitch?”

In two strides, Scarlet was in her face and holding the tip of the crop. “What do you think?”

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