Page 35 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“I’m going to have to start wearing a bib around you two. In my pants.”

“Dude. TMI.”

By then Reece had reached their feet. She knelt back on her heels and waited.

“Mmm. Very pretty,” Malachi said, his words thick with approval. Reece’s cheeks bloomed pink.

Scarlet stroked Reece’s hair and Malachi traced a finger along her bottom lip. The kneeling girl’s large brown eyes were luminous and her gaze shifted back and forth between their faces.

“Stick out your tongue,” Malachi urged.

“Why?” Her chest heaved.

“You were a very bad girl, little miss Reece. You need a punishment to helpyou remember to watch that sexy mouth of yours.” Damn, he was good. He was like a spider sweet-talking a fly. Brilliant. “Tongue. Now.”

Like he’d cast a spell on her, she obeyed. Before she could bolt, he grabbed her chin, opened the clothespin with his free hand, and gently let it close on her tongue.

“Ow!” Her brows drew together and her forehead wrinkled, but she didn’t try to get away.

“You should play with her nipples, Scarlet. She could probably use a hand to forget how much this hurts.”

Not needing any more encouragement than that, Scarlet crouched and rolled the tips of Reece’s breasts between her fingers. She panted around the clothespin and squirmed on her knees.

Finally, he removed it. Reece didn’t stop frowning, but reeled her tongue gingerly back into her mouth. Scarlet stood up and stretched her legs. Malachi was checking her out – why hadn’t she put on some damned pants?

His gaze was on Reece again. “Was sassing us worth it?”

Reece pouted. “No. That hurt!”

“That was the point.” He tangled his hand in her hair and tipped her head back so that she was looking at him. “No more sassing, understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

“I’d better go before I come in my pants.” He laughed in self-derision. “I don’t want to lose all my Dom street cred with you two. Where the hell did I leave my t-shirt?” He strode out of the room, muttering to himself.

They looked at each other and giggled.

Then Scarlet caught sight of the ruffled panties again. “On the bed. Take those off.”

Reece’s laughter ended abruptly. Would she obey her like she did Malachi? Scarlet held her breath and waited.

Eyes cast downward, she squeaked out a, “Yes, Scarlet.”

Satisfaction surged through her and she couldn’t stop a small smile.

Reece rose gracefully to her feet then pressed against Scarlet for a quick kiss. She slid her underwear down her long legs and stepped out of them then climbedonto the bed. “But what if Malachi comes back in?”

“If he makes a mess, I’ll lend him some sweat pants.”

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The coffee in her mother’s cup steamed like a gateway to another dimension. The youngish, hip-looking woman shoved a plate of cookies in her direction.

“Eat, baby. You’re so skinny.”

“You know eating isn’t going to change that, Mom. It’s genetic.”

“I know, but I feel like people think I’m a terrible mother and never feed you.”

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