Page 22 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Three more. Watch, Reece. I think this?” He used the length of the stick and laid these three in a descending row across the crease of her backside. “Plus one,” he breathed, whacking the last on her upper thigh. Scarlet gave a high-pitched noise and shuddered.

“More. Please,” she rasped.

“Your turn again, princess.” He offered the crop handle. “Can you see that she likes it?”

Reece swallowed. Though she took the crop, her arm trembled. “Yeah, but...” Frowning, she looked up from her girlfriend’s ass and into his eyes. “That was so hard. I don’t know...”

He cocked his head. “Do it. No thinking anymore except for where and how hard. Just do.”

After sucking in a big lungful of air, Reece drew back her arm and swung. The crack as it hit Scarlet’s bottom made her jump and Scarlet shriek. Eyes widening, Reece put the back of her crop-wielding hand to her mouth. “Oh god.” Hesitantly she went to Scarlet. “Was that too much?” She swiped at her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Head down, Scarlet grated out. “That was good. But more. A lot. More.”

“That hard?” She leaned into her girlfriend’s back and he heard her sniffle as she tentatively hugged her. “Oh, Scarlet, I can’t do this. I really can’t do it.”

Oh crap. He realized the last words had quavered. Scarlet was slow in responding so he stepped up and took the crop away before he placed his hand on Reece’s shoulder. “Hey. It’s okay. She’s not going to make you.”

“What?” Scarlet turned slowly but wrapped her arms about Reece and hugged her back. “Oh, kitten. No, I won’t. You’re crying? My poor girl, I never would have asked if I knew it would make you this upset.” Over the top of her girlfriend’s head, she eyed him. Then she shook her head in a little negation.

He knew when he wasn’t needed and backed away, mouthing, “I’ll go.”

She smiled weakly, smoothing her hand down Reece’s glossy tangle of browncurls.

The last he saw as he closed the door was the two of them still cuddling.

He leaned against the wall outside, thinking. That hadn’t gone well, but at least they knew Reece wasn’t a top. He ached inside. Funny how, for a second, he’d felt so lost, looking at them. It wasn’t just the crying though, it was an odd loss, like he’d missed an opportunity, or like maybe he wanted to be there with them. That was it. He’d wanted to be in on it – wanted to join in on that hug.

“Fuck.” He straightened and ran his hand through his hair. “I need to find a new girlfriend. I’m pathetic.”

Chapter 7

Reece waved wildly when Sabrina entered the mall foyer. When she caught sight of Reece, she smiled.

A shopping trip with her best friend was just what Reece needed to clear her mind. When she’d texted Sabrina last night in a panic, they’d arranged to meet here just before lunch today. After the embarrassing incident with Malachi last night, some retail therapy was definitely in order. She still couldn’t believe she’d lost her cool and cried in front of him. Maybe Sabrina would have some advice about where to go from here. It was pretty nice having a friend in the lifestyle. Who else would she ever broach the subject with? Though there were probably real sex therapists for that. But shopping and a chat with Sabrina were way better.

“Hey, girl!” Sabrina gave her a big hug then looked her over and frowned. “Working from home today?”

It was almost unheard of for Reece to leave the house wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, but she just wasn’t in the mood to mess around with real clothes today. “Just pretend you can’t see –” She gestured to her outfit. “– all of this.”

Sabrina’s eyes sparkled and a slow smile spread across her face. “Mmm. You sure you wanna go there?”

She laughed. “Oh now you’re fully bi instead of just bi for Q?”

“Maybe,” she answered with a mysterious shrug.

No one would guess the sunny blonde was madly in love with a tattooed girl with a Mohawk and pierced nipples. “I’m telling Q you flirted with me.”

Sabrina gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

Though Sabrina complained Q was a hard-ass Domme, Reece had seen her melt for her bratty girlfriend on more than one occasion. “I’d tell just to see you get your ass beat.”

“Bitch,” she mumbled under her breath. “Can I bribe you with ice cream?”

“What kind?”

“Any kind you want, baby.”

“Well...okay. But only if there’s no calories.”

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