Page 65 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

He stopped to consider it a moment. “Wednesdays can be vanilla.”

Scarlet leaned forward and fiddled with the legs of the table. With a finger, she flipped out the heavy antique-looking O-rings.

“That’s the anchor points for the cuffs. Though some of my furniture has built in manacles, this one’s meant for a cuffed submissive.”

“I see.” She stood and went back a pace then gave Reece the sexiest evil look. “It’s not Wednesday, kitten. Strip.”

Wow. His instructions and the way Reece responded to true dominance had obviously done wonders for Scarlet’s confidence. They both waited for her to comply.

“No,” she said in a low voice. Apparently today was a non-compliance day. “It’s too cold in here. You’ll have to play with me clothed.”

Scarlet arched an elegant brow. “Are you sure you wanna start this with two Doms in the room?”

Reece gulped and shifted back on the couch.

Maybe there was real fear there. A house full of BDSM furniture was a bit overwhelming. “Are you safewording?”

“Um.” The way she stared at his biceps made him smirk. Her next words came out breathy. “No. But...”

He tried to get in her head but she was too good at keeping them on their toes – sweet and obedient one day then mouthy and obstinate another. But he was one of those Doms who liked a challenge.

“I just don’t want to get naked first,” she said then looked at Scarlet. “Can’t you start?”

She had that non-con fetish. Did she want to be forced?

“No safeword, no excuses.” Scarlet nodded. “Stand up and strip or I’ll get my new favorite toy from the car.”

New toy? He almost hoped Reece wouldn’t obey so he could see it, but her face paled and with wide eyes, she rose to her feet and started undoing her sandals.

Scarlet chuckled.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“A switch.”

Evil. No wonder Reece was obeying so quickly. The sight must’ve been too much for Scarlet to resist because she walked over and started helping Reece undress.

Jeez and he forgot to get his pacemaker tuned.

The girl had on some figure-hugging dress and the sight of Scarlet helping her shimmy it over her head made his throat dry up.

When she’d been divested of that and was waiting in only lilac panties and bra, Scarlet shot him an amused look. She smirked. “You okay there, big man?”

“Let’s just say the big is getting a little uncomfortable right now.”

Reece snickered and reached back for the clip on her bra.

Letting her think she was in charge was not happening, not today. Scarlet had her turn to assert herself, now it was his.

“Stop.” He held up his hand and went closer to her. “Put your hands down, don’t touch anything. We’re in charge now. Turn.” He turned his finger in a circular motion. The red on her cheeks went redder.

“N –”

He grabbed her jaw then with his other hand pinched her lips together. “No protests. In fact.” He glanced at Scarlet. “No talking unless it’s to safeword?”

Scarlet nodded. “Good idea.” The gleam in her eyes told him she was relishing this new intensity of her Domme role.

He released Reece and told her again, “Turn.”

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