Page 59 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Malachi pulled Reece off the table, drew her dress over her head, and sat back on the couch with her sitting on his lap, facing out. He draped her legs on either side of his then spread them.

“I can’t stay like this, Sir. My welts are too sore, and you’re pressing on...” She quivered.

Malachi grabbed her hips and dry humped her ass through his jeans. “What? Am I pressing on something?” he asked with mock innocence.

Reece gasped and struggled to get away, but he grabbed her by the throat and pressed her back against him and held her like that. With his free hand, he pinched at her nipples. Scarlet grabbed the vibe and knelt between their legs. With Reece’s legs spread this wide, all of her most sensitive parts were on display. Scarlet planted a kiss on her girlfriend’s swollen clit then sucked it into her mouth. She switched on the vibe and ran it up the inside of Reece’s thigh then up as close to the butt plug as she could get, with Malachi in the way. The vibe buzzed against Malachi’s jeans and he swore loudly.

She yanked it away. “Sorry!”

He groaned. “I just don’t want to come in my pants. I’m supposed to be a grown man here.” He slid his hands over Reece’s body then bit down on her neck.

She moaned in the way she did when she was close to coming.

Scarlet grinned at Malachi then alternated between using her tongue and the vibe on Reece’s clit until the girl came hard. She bucked and twisted in Malachi’sarms as he restrained her, letting Scarlet abuse her clit until she was a sweaty, wrung-out mess.

When Scarlet crawled up next to them on the sofa, Malachi wrapped one of his big, tattooed arms around her and pulled her into the mix. Reece turned sideways on his lap and sagged against his chest. Moving closer, Scarlet claimed Reece’s mouth. They kissed against Mal’s chest for a while, and Scarlet became aware that he was stroking her back underneath her t-shirt. When she came up for air, she looked at him and realized his face was much too close. Although he had been petting them nicely, his dark eyes blazed with arousal. She knew just how he felt. Just because Reece had come didn’t mean either of them were satisfied.

Reece’s hand crept up her spine and tangled in the back of her hair. She tipped Scarlet’s head back and kissed her neck. Scarlet moaned low, and the next moment Malachi’s mouth was on hers, taking what he wanted.

Chapter 12

Malachi stepped back, shaded his eyes, and peered up at the top story of his farmhouse. The coat of white paint he’d put on last weekend had transformed the old house. Now instead of looking ready to keel over and slide into a pile of rubble, it only looked in need of repairs. Magnificent, if he did say so himself. Just a billion more dollars to do up the inside and he’d be set.

The sound of a car engine cruising to a halt behind him made him turn to look.

Shit. Ivy.

He dusted off the top of his jeans where some chicken feed crap had stuck and strolled over to open the gate for her. His shirt was a bit mottled and paint speckled but Ivy was used to that from him when she visited. Or at least she had been used to it. It’d been a year or more since she’d been here.

She slammed the door on her late-model Ford, and her red curls flipped across her shoulders as the breeze caught her hair. Her make-up was immaculate, as was the pink flared dress. Flowers and pretty colors had always been her thing. In that way, she was like Reece. He let his gaze unglue from the fancy bodice that pushed out her tits.

“Howdy partner.” When he rolled his eyes at her greeting, Ivy grinned. “Sorry, couldn’t resist with that cowboy shirt.” She peered over his shoulder and her gaze travelled upward. “You’ve been painting. Looks good.”

“Thanks. If you say that again, I’m going to hand you a paint brush.”

“Really?” Then she eyed him speculatively as if wondering whether to take up the offer.

What was going through her head? Coming out here to visit wasn’t exactly an easy drive. She’d dropped him after deciding his domming was never going to be what she wanted. Making his sub stand in a corner for five hours with a row of needles tracked up her side was not his idea of dominance. No matter how much he loved her, he couldn’t go that extreme, but she craved serious punishment and control. He understood a little how Ivy felt – though they were on different ends of the spectrum.

The length of her dress made him wonder if she had bruises underneath. That day he’d seen her at the shop, she could barely sit down. What was the guy’s club name? Master D?

“You didn’t come to check out the house.”

A hen fluttered in and pecked at the ground to their left. Another escapee. As if he needed evidence of his poor chicken-rearing skills. The hens were conspiring against him, again.

He’d figured he might as well keep chickens. Free eggs had to be worth it alone. If only the foxes didn’t like the chickens and the chickens didn’t hate staying in the coop.

“Your hens still outwitting you?” Ivy tucked her keys into her handbag.

He nodded, head tilted. “You know how tempted I am to paddle you for that? My hand is twitching.”

“You wouldn’t touch a sub who wasn’t yours.” But the glitter in her eyes said the offer had struck home.

“So, how’s Master D?”

She shrugged. “Gone. He got a job offer in Texas and I didn’t want to leave here. I like working for the jeweler, you know that.”

Right. That explained a lot. Awkward. “Why are you here?”Because having my heart trampled on twice in a row isn’t that tempting.

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