Page 62 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“I’d make a joke about you getting forgetful in your old age...”

Hand on the door, he half-turned and rose to the bait, laid out a challenge. “Be careful, baby girl.”

She waggled her hips. “I was just going to point out that your brain’ssuffering due to all your blood rushing to your hard-on.” She stared pointedly at his groin with her tongue on her lip in blatant mockery.

Maybe yesterday he’d have laughed but now, after Ivy’s visit, he had a need to assert himself. And why not Reece? Scarlet had recently declared it open season on her sub, where he was concerned.

Besides, that cheeky grin was begging for it.

He pointed a finger at her with the hand on the door. “We’ll deal with that sass when I come back. Wait for me in the kitchen.” Close to where he’d find pervertibles if he needed them.

“What?” Her mouth fell open and doubt flooded her eyes.

All the way down to car and back he had an extra bounce in his step. Still no Scarlet... Punishing Reece, all by himself. Now that really gave him a hard-on.

He found her waiting where he’d told her to, next to the kitchen table, even if she was fidgeting with the back of a chair and pretending to be fascinated by a speck of something. That was the most blatant show of nerves from her he’d ever seen. And he’d chased her around the apartment the other day.

“Now listen, Scarlet wouldn’t like you punishing me when she’s not here.”

Interesting. She was admitting that he could do something though. “You heard what she said. I can discipline you if I think I need to.” He smiled evilly. “And I do need to.”

“I don’t think she meant now. Maybe we should wait.”

“Is she your Domme?”

Deep breath. “Yes.”

“Did she say I was allowed to if she wasn’t here?”

“Yes.” Her small scowl spurred him on.

“Good.” He couldn’t resist taking this further. “And the only thing she said I wasn’t allowed to do was?”

The rest came out in a rush and her cheeks flushed. “She said you couldn’t fuck me or ask for sexual favors.”

“Exactly. Bring me that chair.”

“I’m –”

“Now.”

Though she flinched, she brought it to him. Obedience to his command. Nice.

He pulled the chair around and sat. “Undo the drawstring of your shorts and loosen them then lie down across my lap.”

The cute thing was that along with that flushed look on her cheeks, he could see her nipples poking up the shirt material. The poor girl was more than embarrassed, she liked the idea of him punishing her. As for himself, he could’ve lit a small fire with his eyes. And already he was imagining her ass under his hand.

“Nooo.” Then she pouted. God take him to hell and back, she pouted.

“You do know that’s like catnip to a Dom? Pouting at me.”

“So if I pout you’ll come over and rub yourself all over me and purr?” Her eyebrows arched.

“If I have to come get you, your ass will be sore for a week. Here! Now!” He pointed.

“Okaaay. Don’t get all growly.”

“Sir. That comment earned you a few extra swats.”

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