Page 45 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

A quiet moment passed and anger grew in Scarlet’s eyes. When she thought she’d give in, like she had so many times before, Scarlet grabbed a handful of Reece’s hair and dragged her to the bed. She’d forgotten how much power Scarlet had with a hand in her hair. If she resisted, she’d lose a chunk of it.

At their bed, Scarlet shoved her face down on the edge. Reece put her hands on the mattress to push herself off but Scarlet kept a firm grip on her hair.

“Let me go!” she yelled.

“No, brat.” She pushed down on her head, keeping her pinned. “We’re going to have a little talk.”

Her temper flared and she fought. “Fuck you!” Reaching back, she grabbed onto Scarlet’s hand in her hair and tried to pry it off. When that didn’t work, she twisted her body, trying to get loose. She felt Scarlet shuffle, attempting to keep her under control. At least she was making it difficult.

A knee pressed down on her lower back, stopping her from writhing around.

“Scarlet!” She reached around again and smacked and pinched her leg wherever she could. “Ouch!” Her scalp burned when Scarlet forced her head to theside. She felt the bed move as she shifted her weight. The knee above her ass moved to her upper back.

Weight pressed on her long locks, keeping her head in place while Scarlet caught her wrists and held them behind her head. She squirmed and kicked and struggled. All it did was tire her out.

Panting, covered in sweat, she finally gave in. “Scarlet. Please let me up.”

“No,” she snapped. Then she shifted both Reece’s wrists into one of her hands and pulled up Reece’s skirt.

Oh crap. “No! Don’t!”

It was too late. Scarlet had whipped down her underwear before the protest came out. She smacked one cheek. “Why do you obey Malachi and not me?” She didn’t give Reece the chance to answer before she slammed her hand down again on the other cheek.

“Ow!”

Over and over she spanked her, alternating cheeks. She didn’t hold back and her freakishly strong hand stung like a bitch. “Why can’t you let go? I know you like it. Why are you being so stubborn?”

She stopped for a moment, seeming to wait for an answer. Even if Reece wanted to answer, she couldn’t even begin to sort out how. But Scarlet didn’t wait for long. She started spanking her again and each slap felt harder than the last. Soon she was squirming to dodge them. Tears threatened to spill. From the pain?

Another slap. And another.

“Ow, Scarlet!”

“Answer me!” she demanded. “Why won’t you just let go?” Her voice broke but she kept hitting her sore ass over and over.

It was becoming clear Scarlet wasn’t going to stop until she answered. But even she didn’t fully understand why she couldn’t do it. Why she was holding onto control so hard? Why couldn’t she let go when it came to Scarlet? Finally the floodgates opened and she started to sob.

“Okay,” she yelled through tears. “I’m scared! It’s because I’m scared.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw Scarlet’s hand go up. She braced herself but nothing happened. A moment later, Scarlet scrambled off of her.

“You’re scared?” She sounded incredulous.

Rubbing her face back and forth on the mattress, she wiped the wetness from her cheeks. Or maybe just spread it around. “Can I get up?”

Silence.

“Please, Scarlet?” Her voice sounded so tiny and pleading. Was this what Scarlet wanted? Her, broken and sad?

“Yes. I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

She turned over, hissing when her ass hit the bed. Scarlet had moved to the middle of the bed, and sat there with slumped shoulders and red, puffy eyes. Red eyes?

“Why areyoucrying?” she asked, fighting the urge to comfort her. If anything needed comforting, it was her sore ass.

“I don’t know. Why are you crying?”

She rolled her eyes but sniffled. “Gee, I wonder.”

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