Page 63 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Fine. Don’t get all growly,Sir.” Her guilty expression mixed with the brattiness of her tone was so fucking adorable he almost let it go.

“You really ask for it, don’t you, girl?” He sighed and shook his head. “And here I thought you were an easy one. You could give Gemma a run for her money.”

She smirked. “Does that mean you find me so hilarious you won’t spank me?”

“No, it means if you don’t stop the mouthiness, you’ll be doing corner time too.”

Like any Dom’s dream, her eyes widened for a moment. Then her mouth contorted and she lowered her eyes. “Sorry, Sir.” Without further prompting, she slowly undid the little white bow at the front of her shorts and wiggled the waistband outward.

Dayum. The way her hips and belly worked the eyes – he could observe that dance of muscle all day. And Reece obeying him when he was the only Dom in sight? Fuck. He cruised his gaze down those curves – the girl made him drool whenever she swayed her sexy ass across a room. He really needed to thank Scarlet for this present.

When she bent and slid across his lap, ending up nicely balanced with her hands on the floor, he patted her behind. “Good girl.”

She didn’t reply to that but she did wriggle the smallest amount. Talk about hard-ons, his couldn’t be comfortable for her to lie across. Which added to the fun.

Without hurry, he hooked his fingers in the back of the waist and worked them down as far as he could. Exposing skin. The warmth of her flesh made him want to bite her. What a terrible fucking pity, her underwear came down with the shorts. He laid his palm fully on the best part of the lower curve – the sweet spot. He’d once gotten Ivy to come with spanking her there plus a little clit stimulation.

“Hey,” she shouted and reached back to cover herself. “No getting me naked.”

“Shush. It’s my decision how I punish you, not yours. If your shorts stay on they’d protect you from my hand and we don’t want that do we?”

“I do!”

He chuckled. “Besides, it’d be a crime not to do this with your ass bare.”

“Don’t know what country you come from,” she muttered, “but here in the USA pulling down women’s shorts against their will and staring at their asses is a crime.”

“Ah. The feistiness returns. That’s five more. Let’s get this show on the road. Twenty will do. Move your hand.”

“Twenty!”

“Yep. And if I have to tell you to move your hand again, it’ll be twenty-five.”

Her hand flew to the floor and he laughed. He smacked her, grinned at the first yelp then began working his way up in force. Taking his time seemed like a great idea, especially when he could sightsee along the way. She squeaked again now and then, her breathing hastened and her ass blushed red and pink.

“Ten.” He stopped yet again to admire the jiggle of her flesh then to smooth his hand in circles. The last three had been hard ones. And her gasps had sounded half-choked. He had a desire to see how much this girl could take.

“That one hurt!” She shifted on her hands. “Get it done.”

“Bossing me? If you want a longer spanking, all you have to do is ask.”

“Malachi!”

“Yes?” He grinned down at her, half hoping she’d give him another excuse.

She grunted in clear exasperation. “Nothing.”

The front door slammed and she whispered, “Now you’ll get it.”

He didn’t think so and he did another five while he waited for Scarlet to tramp into the room.

“Ow! Ow!” As she struggled to move, Reece clawed at the floor, but he pinned her down.

“Oh my!” Eyes widening, Scarlet stopped dead. She slung her bag over onto a chair. “What has she been doing, Malachi?” She came closer and went to one knee before Reece. “Hi, kitten.”

“Being a naughty little brat.”

“I told him you’d be mad. Now unleash your fury on him.” The indignant tone only resulted in Scarlet smiling.

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