Page 67 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

His cock twitched at the heartfelt domming. Way to go, Scarlet. He wanted to pat her on the back. Poor Reece looked devastated, but in a good way. She clasped her hands one over the other at her waist until Scarlet spied them and untangled her fingers.

“Let’s put those back here, so we can touch you without anything in the way.” Then she took Reece’s arms behind her and linked the cuffs.

Which only made her chest thrust out more. Damn.

Should he wrench his gaze away from those? No. A Dom’s job was to appreciate what the sub gave him as long as it gave him or her pleasure. WhenReece chewed her lip at his prolonged appraisal of her assets displayed front and center, he figured both those boxes got ticked.

“Next.” He pointed, figuring Scarlet might want to do this. “The butt plug on the table. Lube’s there too. Try the larger one in her today. Lean on me, girl.”

When she only shifted her feet he shook his head and waited. At last, Scarlet slapped her ass. “Bend over. This is going to happen one way or the other. You know you’ll like what we do to you once it’s in.” The fearsome look on Scarlet’s face as she rotated the silver plug and inspected it, broadcast her desire to do nasty things to her sub. He couldn’t agree more.

“Go really, really slow, Scarlet. Metal doesn’t give as much.” He grinned. “But the green jewel on the end is pretty.”

Sighing, Reece bent at the waist. He held her still, tucked under his arm, while Scarlet wiggled the silver plug into her bottom. All her gasps sent heat shuddering directly to his balls.

Sometime tonight he was putting his cock right where that plug had just gone.

He helped her stand.

“Now Malachi is going to show me how to do a forced orgasm with you.”

The little submissive inhaled sharply and squirmed her ass as if uncomfortable.

“Where to first?” Scarlet added. “The coffee table?”

He considered that. Too simple. “No. I think I want to see how she handles being truly exposed while she’s made to orgasm.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Reece whined but they both studiously ignored her.

“Jude has made me some great BDSM equipment. I’ve got a standing cross that starts out as a ceiling decoration, and a sofa that turns into a spanking bench, but today, I think I’ll go with the...” He gestured dramatically. “...the dining table.”

“The dining table?” She looked doubtful.

“I think she’ll enjoy it. I know I will.”

Then he turned to Reece, loomed over her a moment, before he grasped her full breasts, like he owned them. They filled his hands so well. “I’d like to claim these as mine for the day. I admired your tits for so many years, girl.” He squeezeddown tighter until she winced.

Scarlet hissed. “Agreed. She is a walking sin. Whenever I see her I can never decide if I want to take her mouth, suck on those, or feel her ass.” She grabbed a handful of the girl’s backside. At Reece’s little soft moan and the way she simply accepted their molestation of her body, Scarlet seemed to grow an inch.

They led her over, barefoot and unclothed, while they remained dressed. Anticipation unfurled, hot and aching.

The restraint system on the big table consisted of adjustable leather strapping that could be unrolled from four hidden pockets at the corners. But he had ideas for the ceiling rings and climbed up on the table to attach some adjustable straps to them. He arranged the padding on the table for Reece then jumped down.

“I want her ass to be level with the table edge.” Fingers clamped on Reece’s neck, he smacked her softly right on the butt plug, just to hear her squeak. “You wanted to see me fuck her here?” He raised an eyebrow.

Scarlet inhaled deeply. “Yes. Does that bother you?”

“No. Hell, no.” Of all the questions. His hard-on got harder just thinking of burying himself in Reece’s tight little virgin asshole.

“Nooo,” Reece whispered, squirming on her feet.

“Did you speak?” Scarlet grabbed her chin.

“Just a little.”

“We’ve talked about this before. Are you safewording? Or are you just a bit uncertain?”

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