Page 3 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

She shuffled her body higher, sighing and parting her thighs as Scarlet’s fingers stroked her there. Scarlet slipped one finger up inside her and, at the rush of pleasure, her eyes rolled up and she lowered her head farther into Scarlet’s lap.

“Do you know how much I like doing this for you?” With her other hand softly possessing her nape, Scarlet caressed her there and below in a quiet rhythm that rocked Reece deeper and deeper into the haze of lust.

The moan coaxed from her lips smothered her only answer to Scarlet’s question.

Chapter 2

Watching Reece move across the room was breathtaking. The slide of muscle, the swing of curved hips, the sway of breasts. Over a year together and the woman still had the power to make Scarlet lose track of an interesting conversation and hyper-focus on the way she walked.

A girlish laugh at Scarlet’s elbow reminded her she was being rude. She turned her head to grimace at Reece’s friend, Sabrina. The rest of Jude, Q, and Sabrina’s living room came back into focus. Groups of party-goers stood in groups of three or four, chatting – although most had already moved into the backyard.

“Sorry. I just...”

She shrugged. “No need to apologize. I have a hard time not staring at Q when she walks into a room and we’ve been together longer. Except I have Jude, too, so I spend a lot of time standing around with my mouth hanging open. People must be constantly questioning my intelligence.”

“How you manage with two is beyond me.” Scarlet chuckled then sipped at her drink. “And with Zenobia almost walking now, your time for gawking must be limited.”

Sabrina perched her butt on the arm of the overstuffed chair behind her and grinned. “We do okay for ‘us’ time when she’s asleep. At least she’s sleeping through the night. Reece said she fussed for a while after we dropped her off the other night?”

“Yes, Mommy. How dare you and Mama and Daddy go to a movie,” Q said as she rounded the corner and joined them. She wrapped an arm around Sabrina’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “She has to get used to us leaving and coming back. It’s part of healthy attachment.”

“I don’t think we should go out to the movies anymore. Not until she’s eighteen or so. She can’t handle it. Jude agrees.”

“He’ll say anything you want to make you stop angsting about it. You’ll get used to it. Reece said she stopped fussing after five minutes.” She winked then wandered off and asked people if she could get them anything.

“So where’s the birthday boy?” Scarlet was starting to get a buzz from the sangria. Her nose was numb and the front of her thighs felt weird. They hadn’t been going out much lately, so her tolerance was way down.

“Cross and some of the other guys just started Stupid Dom Games in the backyard. Fredrick is running it, as usual, so it should be pretty funny. The guy I wanted to introduce you to is back there, too. Come on, let’s go laugh at them.”

Scarlet lagged behind, but Sabrina grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

A Dom tutor. How had Reece convinced her that this was a good idea? She and Sabrina had concocted this plan when they were shopping a few weeks back, and Reece had come home over-the-top excited. Sabrina knew all sorts of people who knew all sorts of people in the kink community. So even though she and Reece weren’t that interested in going to munches or to the local club, Sabrina had decided she was going to find someone to help them figure out what was going wrong in their kink life. So embarrassing.

The creepy old house had a huge backyard that Scarlet had always admired. She wasn’t sure which of the inhabitants was the gardener, but the simple, park-like setting was beautiful – even in the harsh glare of the floodlights. A dark corner of the yard boasted the swing set, slide and monkey bars that Jude and his buddy Cross had been building when they’d visited a few weeks ago. From the size of the thing, either the little family was planning to rapidly expand, or Zenobia’s parents liked playing too. She didn’t know them that well yet, so she hadn’t asked.

The yard was filled with men, and a few women, drinking and egging each other on. At the moment, several of them were hunched over, running in circles with their foreheads pressed to the handles of baseball bats. Most were stumbling, and one hit the dirt. An even louder crowd watched. Were they betting?

She stifled a laugh and refilled her glass with sangria from the punch bowl.

Drunk, and now dizzy men staggered toward the back fence. They were supposed to touch it and come back, but half of them were on the ground laughing and rolling around. Fredrick – whom she and Reece had gotten to know over the past few months – was calling out the action like a sports commentator. His submissive, Peter, knelt at his feet holding their drinks and laughing so hard that he looked like he was in pain.

Her sides hurt from holding in her laughter. She spotted Jude, crawling purposefully along the ground toward the fence. The birthday boy was a cheater.Either no one noticed him in the chaos, or it was just too funny to interrupt. Sabrina leaned over to her and pointed at her Dom.

“I got the smart one.”

Cross, who stood nearby, grinned at her. “That’s the man you’re thinking of breeding with, Sabrina? You might want to reconsider.” His women were cuddled up on either side of him, and Scarlet could see they were holding hands at his back. She hadn’t met them yet. Cross she’d met briefly at Zenobia’s baptism. The man reminded her of a huge human bulldog, although he seemed nice enough.

“Okay, maybe you’re the smart one Cross,” Sabrina answered, “because you’re not playing. But Q and I got the pretty one.”

“If Cross is smart and Jude is pretty, what does that make me?” Another man joined them that Scarlet hadn’t noticed earlier. He wasn’t as tall or muscle-bound as some of the other men, but he was still a few inches taller than her. If she had to describe him at a police station, she’d say he’d been a pirate captain in a former life, or maybe worked as the stand-in for movie Satans. The dark, unruly long hair, blue eyes, and goatee did the trick. Devilishly handsome, perhaps? The silver rings in his ears would have looked wrong on most other men, but on him they worked. He was also covered in tattoos.

“I think that makes you the Dom with the good personality, Malachi,” Cross’s girl with the red hair and tattoos supplied helpfully.

“Oooh, ouch. Next time just say I’m ugly – it would be kinder. My self esteem needs a pint of ice cream now, Gemma. By the way, remind me to get you a gag next Christmas. Your screaming has been scaring my customers away.”

Cross’s laugh boomed and he clapped the man on the back – a blow that should have sent him sprawling, but apparently he was stronger than he looked.

Gemma looked unfazed. “You’re just jealous I get to go home for lunch. Blame my Neanderthal. Maybe you should keep his hands cuffed behind his back during your shop’s office hours. It would make me less prone to screaming.”

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