Page 66 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Her mouth worked, her eyes almost did a dance, but after a few seconds she slowly turned and waited for him.

“Good girl.” Scarlet squatted and snagged a pinch of cloth on either side of Reece’s panties then started inching them down. “You have the prettiest ass, little kitten.”

Watching that slow reveal of heavenly backside took his attention for a while but he rallied and put his hand to the bra clip and undid it. After slipping the straps from her shoulders, he had to go around to her front to take the bra all the way off her arms – that or stand on Scarlet. The view was beguiling.

Those breasts bared and her allowing him to handle her... He tossed the bra on the couch and raised both his hands. Hand relaxed, fingers spread, he touched the outsides of her breasts and, light as a whisper, traced half-circles beneath.

Then he thumbed her nipples, watching for her reaction. He smiled when she shivered and drew her head back, her eyelids lowering in pleasure.

“You like being stroked, don’t you? Is it better when there are two of us doing it?”

“Spoiled girl.” Scarlet rose up behind her, sliding her hands up Reece’s delectable curves then biting down on the muscle of her shoulder.

Reece made a sweet little noise as if holding in her reaction. Later, he vowed,he would make her scream, openly.

He was struck by a need to tell them both how honored he was to be included in this, even temporarily, but no. Dumb time. Maybe after.

“We need to put cuffs on her wrists and ankles.” While she talked, Scarlet swayed her pelvis against Reece’s backside and kissed her neck. “Don’t we, pretty girl? So you can’t get away.”

The frown from Reece was so fake he guffawed. “Hang on.” He went to the concealed drawer in the coffee table and retrieved cuffs and a couple of other things. The ankle cuffs he gave to Scarlet. The wrist ones – there was something symbolic about this he was missing. Then it came to him. This was the first time he’d done bondage on Reece where she really had to submit, where she was calm and could think. Before, it had been in the heat of the moment.

The room shot into sharp focus. She was staring at his face and at the cuffs.

He nodded, and studied her, this naked woman who was about to place her safety and her pleasure in his hands.

“Give me your wrists, princess.”

He would swear her pupils dilated. Her chest rose in a deep inhale. As she extended her arms and held her wrists out before him, she trembled for a second.

“Good girl.” Then he very carefully wrapped them on her and buckled them, making sure she couldn’t get loose accidentally as well as running a finger underneath to check they weren’t too tight – he went slowly, deliberately so. The longer he took, the more the sub realized his possession of her. He smiled at her. The subtle changes in her expression as she understood how he’d taken control, fascinated him, more so than any other sub he’d ever dominated.

Reece was letting him dominate her. Fuck, yeah.

Though she was Scarlet’s possession too. He’d never co-dommed until these two came along.

He’d also never yet met a sub who truly wanted to be able to escape no matter how hard they might try. “You understand you can’t get loose now. When I click these onto my restraint systems in here, you will be mine and Scarlet’s unless you safeword. Okay? You can reply.”

She swallowed.

Scarlet was standing behind her with her hands on Reece’s shoulders. From her absorbed expression, she too saw the significance in this.

“Yes, Malachi,” Reece murmured.

“Yes, Sir. When I’m here, in this headspace, I don’t play, girl. I’m not your friend anymore, not when we’re like this. I’m your Dom.” He knew his mouth and eyes had gone just a tad aloof, but he kept it that way. She was holding her breath. Her eyelids drifted closed. He had her in his sights now. Finally Reece was seeing his more serious side. He wasn’t always a laid-back jokester.

Scarlet came round to stand beside him.

The two of them seemed to render her silent for a few seconds, as if her awareness of what they might do to her had become too much. By Scarlet’s side, a leash and collar dangled from her grasp.

Reece caught sight of it and her eyes hazed over. The sight of it alone seemed to almost put her in sub space. They must’ve been using it a lot.

“You putting those on her?” he asked Scarlet.

Triumphant and slightly feral, she eyed Reece. “Am I putting my collar and leash on my submissive girl? You’re fucking right, I am. Raise your chin.” When Reece obeyed, she circled her neck with the collar, buckled it, and attached the leash, then drew her close by gathering the leash in her fist.

Smiling, he listened to the quiet words.

“You’re mine now. This makes you so mine that I can feel it right down to my toes. Seeing this collar on you...it makes me itch to do things to you, my little kitten.”

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