Page 58 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Scarlet leaned close to Reece’s ear. “I can’t wait to watch him push his big cock into your sweet little ass,” she whispered.

Reece gasped, but didn’t say anything.

A minute later Mal came back, his dark eyes drinking in the two of them together.

Scarlet grabbed the spatula and handed it to him, then shuffled out of the way.

He moved up behind Reece and looked down at her. “Now, should you have been whipping me with that towel?”

She peered at him over her shoulder. “No, Sir.”

“You were a very bad girl, Reece. Hitting your Dom is not allowed, understood? And running away when I told you to stop was also very naughty. Unless we’re playing that game, it’s not allowed, either. Say it.”

Her brow creased. “But...you’re not my Dom. Scarlet is.”

Scarlet and Malachi exchanged a glance. He looked like he was waiting for her to interfere. She hesitated a moment. This would be so much easier if they were truly co-Doms, not just temporary ones. Even knowing how much longer he was staying would be helpful.

“Well, we can clear this up right now then,” she said, looking down at Reece.“Since you’re mine,” she grabbed a handful of hair to make Reece feel the possession, “I get to decide who to share you with. Has Malachi proven to be trustworthy when it comes to this?”

Reece tried to nod then winced when it tugged on her scalp. “Yes, Scarlet.”

“So you treat him like you do me from now until...” Could she say it? She forced the words though they tasted bitter. “Until we’re done. And he’s allowed to punish you when you’re bratty.”

Scarlet checked with Malachi if that was okay and he gave her a small nod of approval. “My expectations aren’t difficult, Reece. I just gave you two easy rules. What are you not allowed to do?”

“I’m not allowed to hit you or run away, unless you say so, Sir.”

“And what are you?”

She let out a whimper and tried to hide her face. Scarlet released her grip in her hair and Reece placed her forehead on the table.

“I’m a bad girl,” she mumbled. Her voice was husky and hearing her say it was sexy as hell – especially with her lying there, blushing shyly.

He held up the spatula. “How many do you think you deserve?”

“None, Sir. Spanking me will just teach me to be more violent. Isn’t that what the specialists say?”

“Brat.” He laughed. “I don’t think those studies include adults.”

“They should. If you spank me too much maybe I’ll become a very violent person. You wouldn’t want that on your head, would you?”

“I was thinking you needed fifteen, but I’m going to round that up to twenty now. Fifteen from me for hitting and running, five from Scarlet for mouthing off.”

“Not fair! You already defiled my poor ass and now you’re going to beat it, too?”

“Yes. Your ass begs to be defiled, and you’re never going to get away without a punishment with two of us taking care of you.” He swatted one ass cheek hard, with the spatula. “You’d better keep count or I might lose track.”

She made an indignant noise, but seemed to know better than to argue more. “One.”

At five he gave her a tap on the plug and she squeaked endearingly.

He paused. “Scarlet, you should tease her and try to get her to forget what number she’s on.”

Reece groaned. “Bastard.”

Scarlet moved to where she could touch Reece without getting caught with a backswing. Why didn’t these devious things occur to her without prompting? She was frustrated with herself.

By the time he reached fifteen, Reece was shouting random numbers and begging to come. Scarlet wondered if Malachi would insist on starting over, since the girl had lost count. Apparently he was feeling benevolent. Mal handed the spatula off to Scarlet, who laid into her with five hard and fast strokes. Reece’s poor ass was red and mottled, drawing more attention to how perfectly curved it was. The jewel planted in its center was almost impossible to look away from.

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