Page 48 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Scarlet’s brow creased. “Are you okay with it?”

She gave her a shaky smile. “Yes. More than I thought I would be.”

Her answering grin was contagious. After an awkward moment of grinning stupidly at each other, Scarlet gave her head a shake then ordered, “Up. Come on. I want to teach you some positions.”

Why did this feel like a homework assignment? “Positions? You know I suck at memorizing, Scarlet.”

“We’ll start with three. You can remember three, right?”

She sighed dramatically. “I guess.”

Scarlet swatted her ass. “You’re already starting on a bad note. Don’t make me spank you again. Pain seems to be the only thing to get you in the right mindset.” She stood up next to the bed and stared down at Reece. Her lips tightened and she crossed her arms, as if asserting all of her power into one heated glare. If she was going for authoritative, she nailed it. Lessons with Malachi were paying off.

Reece dropped her gaze.

“Good girl.

She was surprised to find she liked Scarlet’s praise. She felt that “good girl” right down to her toes. Maybe the collar had magical powers that transformed the wearer into an uber-sub.

“Now kneel.”

She dropped to her knees on the area rug.

“Mmm.” Scarlet slid a finger under the collar.

Reece dared a glance at her face. Her gaze was rapt, like she was relishing the sight of her. The finger disappeared and Scarlet walked off. Reece heard her rummaging through the closet then she returned, brandishing a crop.

“First position is a relaxed kneel.” She stood in front of Reece. “This is a service position. It means you’re ready and waiting for instruction. Keep your head down unless I tell you otherwise.” With the crop, she tapped her knee. “Open your legs wider.”

She did.

“Back straight,” Scarlet instructed. “Good. That pushes your tits out. Very pretty.”

A rush of warmth slid down between her legs and she had to force herself not to slump into a pile of goo on the floor.

“Put your hands on your knees, palms up.”

Though she complied, she looked up and asked, “Why palms up?”

Scarlet smirked. “So if you’re mouthy, I can do this.” The crop came down sharply on one hand.

“Ouch!” She yanked her hand away and scowled.

Scarlet arched a brow. “And if you scowl at me, I can do this.”

Reece tightened in anticipation for the crop on her other hand, but instead it landed on her pussy with a loudthwap. She howled. It stung like a bitch.

“Scarlet!” she whined.

“Shush. I barely touched you.”

The sting faded quickly and she squirmed in the position. Scarlet was looking down at her, pacing. Reading her. Heat chased through her body, like a hot flash must feel, except with more clit throbbing. It was a good thing Scarlet couldn’t read how wet she was getting from something this simple.

“Next position,” Scarlet said, swinging the crop back and forth. She looked very much like a Domme. Smug. Demanding.

Reece tried not to make a face.

“Inspection. Kneel up, put your hands behind your head.”

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