Page 31 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“I want to be anything but nice right now,” he murmured, his words dark with menace. Malachi stalked toward her.

Eyes wide, Reece backed into the wall. Malachi stood over her then lifted a hand and twirled a lock of her hair around one of his thick fingers. He gave it a gentle tug. Scarlet moved up beside him, crowding her more.

Reece – cornered and mostly naked. They could do practically anything to her. Excitement raced through Scarlet, making her blood sing.

“Scarlet has a corruption fetish,” she said breathlessly. Her face was pink, the color mottling her neck and upper chest as well.

“Gee, I wonder why, with you looking like this.” Malachi released her hair and traced over the powder blue bows at the bottom of the straps, not far from where her nipples stood up hard under the fabric.

Reece’s breathing was ragged and her back arched, pushing her lovely breasts closer to them. Scarlet slipped her hands up under the top, cupping Reece’s breasts and holding them higher for Malachi’s perusal.

“Damn,” he breathed. “May I?”

“No!” Reece squeaked.

Scarlet looked at Reece. The girl tore her gaze from Malachi and Scarlet could read exactly what she wanted. She was hoping he’d do it anyway. It seemed like her girl liked playing the unwilling damsel game.

“Yes. She wants it,” Scarlet told Malachi. “Don’t forget you have a safeword, kitten. We’ll do what we want to you unless you use it.”

Unexpectedly, he brushed a hand up Scarlet’s arm under the lingerie, following it to where she still held Reece’s breasts captive. Goosebumps rose on Scarlet’s arm. He circled a finger around one of Reece’s areolas, tightening the circle until her nipple stood up even harder. She was mewling, her chest thrust forward and up at him, but he was taking his sweet time. Eventually he gave in and caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and making her gasp and her eyes fall shut. He caught her other nipple too, and her mouth opened.

Scarlet fastened her mouth to the pristine skin between Reece’s neck and shoulder then sucked and bit down. Reece moaned and Scarlet wiggled a hand into the girl’s panties, tracing her cleft until she found the bump of her clit. She pressed her finger against it and rubbed lightly. Seconds later, Reece was writhing against them, her cries weak and desperate.

So helpless.

Malachi let Reece go then stepped back, looking like he’d rather shove her against the wall and fuck her than free her.

“Reece, undress your Domme.”

With no further prompting, she fell on Scarlet, stripping off her girly tee and unfastening her bra in a matter of seconds. She rubbed against Scarlet’s naked flesh, kissing her way up her chest to her mouth. They kissed for a long while before Reece popped the buttons on her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

“How is it sexy that you’re wearing cartoon boxers?” Malachi chuckled. “I have that exact pair. They look way sexier on you.”

The girls ignored him. Reece shoved her hand into the front of Scarlet’s boxers, grazing the sensitive skin of her mound before sliding through her wetness. Scarlet kissed her hard, holding her by the hair.

He pulled them apart. “Enough. I don’t think either of you are feeling shy anymore. I know I’m not.” Grabbing hold of Scarlet’s boxers, he yanked and watched them pool at her ankles. Scarlet couldn’t muster up any shyness to complain or stop him.

“Shaved? I never would have guessed that.”

“Waxed, actually,” Reece retorted. “Both of us prefer it.”

“Both of you? Great. I didn’t need that visual just now.” He sighed and adjusted himself. “When my cock explodes, please tell Jude what happened. This is Sabrina’s fault. She should be publically flogged.”

“You might have trouble getting sympathy from Jude,” Scarlet said. “He deals with this on a daily basis.”

“True.” He walked to the corner of the room where a huge potted plant hung from a macramé holder attached to a hook in the ceiling. “How sturdy is this hook?”

“Very.” Scarlet laughed. “That’s why I put it up there.”

“Excellent. That’s what I was hoping.” Malachi grabbed the footstool and stood on it, then unhooked the plant and moved it to a vacant chair. “Come here.”

Scarlet submitted to him binding her wrists together, and walked willingly under the ceiling hook. He looped a rope through the bonds between her wrists then attached it to the hook above her head.

“Mmm... So pretty,” Reece said, moving up behind her and running her soft hands over Scarlet’s waist and ass. She skimmed them up Scarlet’s stomach then grazed her nipples with her long nails.

Her nipples contracted and she fought back a groan. Frustrated already? She hoped this would go fast.

Malachi caught Reece by the hair, just barely in the range where Scarlet could see what was happening. She’d need to have an owl’s neck to get a better view. “You do what I say now and nothing else. Understood?”

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