Page 39 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“I have that trouble sometimes too when we’re in public.”

“What, Scarlet?” Reece murmured.

She chuckled. “Shh. None of your business. I’m talking to another Dom.”

“None of my –” Then Scarlet put her hand on her mouth for a second and all he heard was a muffled protest.

Chuckling, he stood. “I’ll bring the dishes into the kitchen. Keep going.”

“We will.” She sent him a calculating and somewhat evil look. “Come back soon.”

What in the world did that mean? An invitation to join in?

He didn’t hurry too much, but since he wasn’t planning to do dishes again, it was all of three or four minutes to move the plates and glasses and bottles and scrape unwanted food into the garbage. He washed and dried his hands, andwalked back in, mostly in a straight line. Well, he hadn’t dropped anything so he couldn’t be that drunk, right?

At least the girls weren’t asking him to do any kink.

When he entered the living room, they were still kissing, except now Scarlet had the front of Reece’s dress undone almost to her waist and her bra cups pushed down below her breasts.

Red lacy bra, so it matched the panties. The whole montage was enough to make him wonder if it washisbirthday this time.

That white-blond short hairstyle of Scarlet’s set off everything perfectly, and centered her in his vision. One female creature at another, licking her lips, making her prey groan and strain to rub herself on her captor. The perfect exposure of the breasts, the curl of the black dress beneath the bottom, the see-through red panties showing the divide of her ass. The writhe of thighs. Fuck.

An erotic jigsaw puzzle that made him wonder if his dick could get any more erect than it was. The pulse of the thing would drive him nuts soon.

Then Scarlet broke the kiss so she could stand to take off her jeans. From the mostly undone zip and button, Reece had been busy. She shimmied them down. White underthings this time. Cotton and practical but they rode up into Scarlet’s cleft like they were designed to show off every part of her sex. Now he had two posteriors to stare at. With one long finger, Scarlet pointed at the vacant spot on the couch where he’d been before.

Should he? His cock answered for him and he slid into his place next to Reece. Challenge accepted. He wasn’t pushing in though. He’d wait. This was a woman and her submissive and mistaking the cues would be disastrous. Even somewhat tipsy he knew when to go slow.

Though Reece managed a fleeting look at him, Scarlet distracted her. The kiss went southward, across that soft white shoulder, down the upper curve of her breast, as Scarlet shifted their position until she was more on top of her girl with her knee keeping her legs apart. No doubt that knee was pushing in on her groin from the increasing loudness of Reece’s noises.

He was impressed at the fortitude of this new-fledged Domme. She kissed what seemed every inch of flesh of Reece’s heavenly breasts except the nipples and had her writhing like a woman in heat.

“More. Please, Scarlet,” she squeaked, attempting control by trying to pull down Scarlet’s head.

“Let go.”

“Scarlet, please.” She thrust her breast upward. “I need you to –”

The next whisper struck him like a blow.

“Hold your breast up so Malachi can kiss you there.”

He was ready to play dumb and get a refusal but Reece turned to him immediately and stared, absorbing him with those big brown eyes. Even the curve of her dark eyebrows were perfect. She was an amazingly sexy woman.

“Malachi? No, I can’t! He wouldn’t want that.” When a tiny frown appeared on her brow at the same time as she sucked on her lip, his desire shot up ten times hotter.

“Oh, he does. Guaranteed.” Scarlet laughed throatily but she held Reece’s chin and seemed to check out her expression. “And, baby, I think you do too.”

“No.” She ducked her head.

Where was this going? Did Reece have a non-con fetish? There was nothing better he liked to role-play.

“Do you hear that?” Scarlet said. “No safeword. Come over here and take what you want.” She slipped her hand down to Reece’s throat. “Stay right there for the big bad man to come get you.”

“Scarlet. Nooo.” Reece whimpered yet only plucked weakly at Scarlet’s hand.

Fuck. Was this what she wanted? They were all a bit sloshed. But though he waited, Reece said nothing more.

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