Page 27 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Reece gave a one-shouldered shrug and relaxed back onto Scarlet’s lap. She drew her fingertip from Reece’s chin, down her neck then wrapped it lightly around the base of her throat. The girl shuddered and squirmed almost imperceptibly. She loved this.

What if he went further? Scarlet envisioned him sliding Reece’s skirt up her thighs to run his finger along the lace border of the blue panties that Scarlet had bought her a few weeks ago. Reece loved being touched. If there were two of them touching her, instead of just one, it would blow Reece’s mind. The screaming orgasm she imagined they could give her had Scarlet ready for almost anything. Being horny made her way too open-minded some days.

She stroked along Reece’s throat as Malachi drew little circles along her anklebone and foot. Reece sighed contentedly and her body went limp. She looked relaxed, but Scarlet could tell otherwise. Her breathing was unsteady and the bump of her nipples stood out clearly on her shirt.

Scarlet slid her arm under Reece’s shoulders and pulled her up for a kiss. Reece grabbed onto her and their tongues met. Her hand went to the hem of Reece’s dress. The garment had crept partway up her thighs and Scarlet let her work-roughened fingers slide along just under the edge before snaking upwards. A moment later, Reece gasped and slapped her hand away.

“What?”

Reece’s face was flushed and her eyes motioned to Malachi.

“He’s seen you come before, baby. I don’t think he minds.”

“Not at all. Feel free to forget I’m here.”

Scarlet almost snorted. As if Reece could forget. As if she could, herself.

“Malachi, this isn’t what we talked about.” She squirmed in their grips and Scarlet watched in fascination as Malachi’s good-natured features sharpened. Something about this had just thrown his Dom switch. He looked sexy mean, not that she was into guys...much.

She didn’t talk about it often, but Scarlet had gone through two crushes on guys in her entire life. One was an A-list actor who was hotter than any man had a right to be. The other was a guy she’d hung out with for years in high school. Theyhad friend-zoned each other early on, but she’d loved his brain so much that his gender had become inconsequential. Mal actually reminded her of him, except that Mal was both funnier and had more of an edge to him – like there was something dangerous lurking behind the dazzling smiles and sexy tattoos. It was a miracle he was single.

No, it was easier to pass for a lesbian, rather than explaining she was bi but wasn’t attracted to ninety-nine point nine percent of men. Her experience with guys showed her that if they thought they had even a small chance of bedding her, they’d mess up a perfectly good friendship. Except for her buddy Caleb, who’d never looked at her that way after the first week or so.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t throw Reece under the bus. She knew Reece liked him, and the idea of watching Reece and Malachi together was fucking hot.

Wait a minute. Had Reece just said she’d talked to Malachi without her?

“What are you talking about, Reece? Have you two been hanging out and not telling me?”

Reece looked contrite. “Don’t be mad. You’re making it sound so clandestine. I went to his shop and talked to him about your birthday present. That’s all.”

“What does my birthday present have to do with your current predicament?” Scarlet tightened a fist in Reece’s decadent tresses. The girl’s eyes hazed over and her mouth softened, begging to be kissed.

“I asked him to top you,” Reece whispered. “Just to see how much you like it with someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“He used the crop on me the other day. You do a fine job, Reece. You just need practice.”

Fuck. No, no, no. If they used him for anything, it would be as a teacher. And maybe to fuck Reece once in awhile, while Scarlet watched. Not that Reece was ready to hear that idea yet. Could she domme Reece into letting him fuck her? The idea turned her on so much that she berated herself for being a pervert.

Reece watched her, looking a little disappointed. “Just for pain, not sex. You and I can have sex afterward, if you want. But never mind. I can see your answer is no. I just thought it would be fun for you, and interesting.”

Fuck. Reece had gone out of her way to set this up, and here Scarlet wasdismissing the idea out of hand. This was supposed to be part of her birthday present? Could you even say no to a present without looking like an ass? And Mal had said yes, even knowing there’d be no sexual payoff?

She looked from Reece to Malachi. He had leaned back against the couch and was smirking at her – daring her.

“You think I can’t handle it?” She arched a brow at him.

His shoulder moved in a vague shrug. “I understand why you’d be scared. I’m pretty irresistible.”

“Malachi Johansson, you are such a cocky bastard.” Reece slapped his arm.

In a heartbeat Reece was over his lap, her sexy ass in the air and looking very vulnerable. How did he move so fast, and how did he flip her over like she was a doll? Awareness suddenly lit his eyes and he deposited her back between them on the couch. “Sorry, Reece. You’re not mine to manhandle like that.”

Reece looked thunderstruck. She smoothed her skirt down over her bare thighs then ducked her head to hide her red cheeks.

“You wouldn’t allow that from her if she was yours?” Scarlet asked. Lord knew she’d wanted to do precisely that to Reece about a million times over the past year.

“No. Not when I’m in this kind of mood anyway.”

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