Page 32 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Yes, Malachi.”

He thrust her down on the floor. “Kneel in front of your Domme and lick her. I’m going to hit her hard and you’re going to make her like it more than she wants to.”

She smirked. “Yes, Sir!””

“Don’t get cocky, girl. She’ll punish you for it later.”

“If she can walk,” Reece murmured.

Malachi chuckled. “You’re asking for it.” He threw the pillow on the floor in front of Scarlet, and Reece squeezed around to kneel on it.

Behind Scarlet, Malachi walked away, fiddled with something, then returned.He kicked her feet apart and she suddenly felt very exposed. Between her legs, Reece leaned in and placed a kiss on her labia. Tied up like this, she couldn’t stop her girlfriend from doing whatever she wanted.

“Eye bolts on the walls, down near the floor here would be good, too,” Malachi said. “Wouldn’t need a spreader bar and you could keep Reece horny as hell for hours.”

Reece’s tongue swept up between her swollen folds. Unerringly, she found her clit and started flicking it daintily with her little tongue. Between what Reece was doing and the visual Malachi had given her, she had to suck in deep lungfuls of air to calm down.

“What’s the matter, Scarlet? I haven’t even started yet.” His deep voice made her shiver.

The feather duster that Reece kept in with their kink equipment touched her back, tickling her, dragging over her shoulders, her neck, then beelining for her ass. He brushed the softness over her bottom then down each leg to torture the backs of her knees. By then she was breathing hard and trying to shove against Reece’s mouth, but the girl kept ducking backward and keeping her tongue’s contact light. They were making her crazy.

When he stopped, she twisted her neck to watch him grab a coil of thin rope off of the table. He couldn’t do much with rope, right? When had he stripped off his shirt?

He whisked it against her back, giving her skin prickles. His steady pace made her mind haze over. Then, as if trying to bring her back, he’d whip her hard enough to make it wrap around her ribs like licks of barbed wire. Reece’s tongue and fingers kept part of her attention on her pussy – sometimes frustrating, sometimes satisfying when she bit her thighs.

Malachi switched to the flogger after a few minutes, then started playing with various implements, either too short of attention to follow a logical escalation, or deliberately working to keep her off balance. The thud of the flogger and the slap of the crop mixed with the pinch of clothespins and tickle of the feather duster. She cringed and squealed, then moaned loudly when he found the most interesting combinations.

“Permission to touch you?” Malachi asked after a while. “This isn’t enough stimulation for you. You can take more than I thought.”

Not enough stimulation? She already felt overloaded. “Okay, but not...uh...down there.”

“I want to put nipple clamps on you. Are you okay with that?”

She thought for a moment, but decided not to chicken out now. “I guess.”

Reece’s light teasing became harder for a moment and she groaned loudly.

He slid his hands up her ribs then engulfed her small breasts. A man was touching her. The knowledge that she was crossing a line she thought she’d never cross weighed heavily on her.

For a man, he definitely knew his way around a woman’s breasts. Every stroke and pinch made her clit throb harder. She looked down and stifled a laugh. She’d never thought about how playing with a man might make her feel even less well endowed than she was. Being skinny with small tits wasn’t attractive – even her ex-girlfriend thought so. She was lucky Reece was willing to see past her imperfections.

Strong fingers continued to pluck at her responsive nipples and she instinctively pressed her sex against Reece’s mouth. Reece moaned, the vibration making her now hypersensitive clit itch and almost hurt. Too much oral.

Mal affixed the first clamp, its cruel little teeth biting at her. It was too tight to be comfortable and she whimpered. It settled into a hard burn and she gasped for breath.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes,” she said with difficulty.

He chuckled then clamped on the other one. It was loose. She was so relieved she smiled, but he saw it. He rubbed his thumb over the tightening wheel and a moment later she was gasping like a fish at the bottom of a boat.

Her hips jerked and Reece wrapped her arms around her thighs to keep her in place. Ow, fuck, her nipples...

Things started to seem fuzzy and far off. A blaze of pain whipped across the backs of her legs and her ass then bisected her back. She hung from the ropes and they chewed into her wrists, combining with the flaming stripes being painted on her flesh. Something sliced across her, more painful – her eyes were dark, blind. Sharpness where her neck and shoulder met. Her nipples were agony. Teeth below.

She screamed as she came, her body seizing up then twisting at the end of the rope. Something slid up inside her, pumping in and out. Her body clenched on it and another orgasm wracked her until it spat her out, floating.

Her comforter was under her face, its freshly washed scent clearing the cotton from her head. Muzzy. She grunted and tried to lever herself up, but she was trapped. Reece nuzzled her face.

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