Page 25 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

With a gasp, she stretched her skirt between her legs. Jerk! He probably pressed some remote control and made the whole thing happen. What underwear had she put on that morning? She squeezed her eyes shut and thought back. Purple lace. She sighed a breath of relief. Last thing she needed was Malachi Johansson seeing the granny panties she wore on period days or when she felt fat.

“Lie back,” he told her. “I’ll get my notebook and you can tell me all your problems.”

“No.” She scowled fiercely. “I came to ask for a favor but if you’re going to make this difficult, I’m just gonna go.”

Immediately he stood and approached the chair. “No. Don’t leave.” The chair clicked then he pushed the back forward so it turned back into a chair. “Please stay. I’m sorry.” He looked down at her sincerely then placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently back.

She settled against the chair then crossed her legs modestly at the ankle.

“Now what’s this favor?”

“Um.” Crap. How did one go about asking for sexual favors without sounding like a slut? Or a desperate girlfriend. “Scarlet’s birthday is coming up and...”

Malachi waited patiently while she gathered the words.

“I’m wondering if you’d maybe be interested in topping her? Just once. No sex.” She paused for a moment then jumped in before he could. “You can totally say no. There’s no pressure. I won’t take it personally. I know it’s asking –”

“Why?”

“Why? Well,” she stared at the floor unable to look him in the eye, “I want someone to do it right for her. Just once, so she knows...” This felt too personal. Too raw to be telling a near stranger. Especially after she’d already broken down in front of him once. He’d seen her fail. He knew what Scarlet was missing out on. For all she knew, he hated her for it. Maybe as much as she hated herself.

“So she knows what?”

Could she say it? She was feeing choked up already. Maybe if she ignored the question, he’d move on.

“Knows what?” he pressed.

She swallowed hard. “What she’s missing by being with me. So she could make an informed decision about us.” Her voice cracked at the end.

God! So embarrassing!

He didn’t say anything for a minute. She dared a glance at his face. His brow furrowed then he shot up in his seat. “Wait a minute. You don’t think she’s going to break up with you because of this, do you?”

That would be the worst-case scenario. Her nightmare. She dropped her gaze to her hands, trembling slightly on her lap. “I can’t give her what she needs,” she half-whispered.

He waited a moment then she heard the chair creak as he stood. “What she needs from you, princess,” a hand came under her chin, “is your submission.”

Malachi tilted her head up so she was forced to look at him. His expression warmed. She yanked out of his grip and blinked back the tears.

“I know,” she said. “I need to be better when it’s my turn.”

“No.” He returned to his seat. “You need to stop thinking about turns. You wanna give her a gift? Don’t act like a switch for a while. I think you’ll like what happens.”

“I’m trying.” A hint of frustration tainted her voice. “But we’re just not like that.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, girl.”

She flinched.

“I watched you. You can try harder. You can argue less, obey faster. Right?”

His stern tone seemed to have flipped on her sub switch. Instinctively, she bowed her head and mumbled, “Yes.” Sabrina had been right. He really was a Dom.

“So if I do this for you, what are you gonna do for me?”

“Um.” She glanced up at him. Reading his challenging expression, she answered, “Free prom dress?”

One brow arched.

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