Page 69 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Her stomach undulated and the strap across her pelvis stretched as she strained to get closer. His cock pulsed. He was going to be sweating before this scene was done.

“Nnn...” Just in time Reece stopped herself from protesting.

“Poor thing. Can’t talk? I think Malachi was afraid you’d swear at us. But he doesn’t know what a good girl you are.”

He sat up on the other side of their deliciously pinned-down captive but kept playing with her swollen clit, toggling it gently from side to side, squeezing with finger and thumb. His other hand, he flattened onto her belly.

He loved putting women in situations like this and making them squirm while he gave them pleasure, and yet somehow, for a second his conscience twinged...doing this to Reece bothered him. Lust was written in her every move. Why did he feel guilty?

His memories of bullying surfaced. Domming girls made his alpha persona stand up and roar, but he knew, ever so well, how close the line was between doing what someone liked, and doing what you liked and coercing them into it. When he was a teenager, he’d been on the wrong side of that line.

That isn’t me anymore though.

No, it wasn’t. Not at all. He eyed her. Reece loved this. Her submissive side was showing more than ever before. Enjoy the ride. Makeherenjoy it. That was her Dom’s job.

While he toyed with her, Scarlet had marched a row of clothespins up one side of Reece’s abdomen then farther up to her breast. Another was sneaked closed, right onto her nipple. Reece arched, her gasp intensifying into a high-pitched sound.

She was such a beautiful woman. They both were. He eyed Scarlet as she applied a clothespin to her other nipple then crawled up to settle kisses on those parted lips – gentle, reverent kisses, breathing in and smothering the noises Reece was making.

Had Scarlet liked kissing him? Maybe he could try to see for sure?

“You might want to use the vibe on her now.” He put his head down beside them, marveling. Two women kissing could enthrall him for hours. “Safeword check, Reece.” He stroked her cheek while Scarlet slipped off the table and started up thevibe. There was no doubt as to when she touched it to Reece’s clit since she gasped and bowed her back up off the table. “I’m letting her speak from now on, Scarlet.”

“Sure.” She laughed. “I think she’ll need words soon.”

“Make sure you safeword if you need to. Okay?”

Though glazed of eye, Reece nodded. “’Kay.”

That done he wormed off the table and took over the vibe. Whatever Scarlet had been doing it was barely thirty seconds before she came loudly – screeching even as the two nipple clothespins, and a few others, were plucked away by Scarlet. Panting, she relaxed onto the table.

“Ohh, my,” Scarlet said, wide-eyed. “That’s the loudest orgasm she’s ever had. Clothespins are here to stay.”

“The loudest? Your sub is too easy to do this to. I think she needs some tongue.”

“Go ahead. We can swap after a while.”

“Swap tongues?” He grinned. “Is that like swapping spit?”

Scarlet rolled her eyes. “At least if we tag-team her, we can wear her out.”

As he put his hands on her inner thighs to steady her, Reece breathed out a protest, pulling on the arm straps and twisting her body. “No! Wait. Wait. Pleeese.”

He shook his head slightly and gave her an evil chuckle. After an orgasm some women needed light stimulation to keep going and others liked the same thing over and over. Finding out which was always fun.

When he dabbed at her softly with the very tip of his tongue, Reece whimpered. As he increased pressure, her attempts to writhe away slowly changed into her desperately trying to get closer.

“Now you want this?” He sucked on her whole clit and searched for her entrance, sinking one finger into her moist tunnel, and pumping slowly in and out. Then he backed away and tongue-flicked her clit with feather-light pressure just to see her whine and wiggle. With another finger slipped inside, he stretched her some more. She was nicely tight with the plug in her ass.

Then more long wet strokes with the flat of his tongue.

“Malachi!” she whispered. “Please! Please, more.”

He licked her, slowly and torturously, straight over that little button then sucked again in a sensuous repetitive rhythm, doing that special move with his tongue now and then.

“Ah! God! Ohh!” Another orgasm hit.

He waited, observing her come down from the heavens, feeling ten feet tall and like a cat that had found something way better than cream.

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