Page 82 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Maybe I should start.”

“Shh,” Malachi ordered. “I’m going to finish this off. Ten minutes and you’ll be all done.” He was putting on yet another pair of gloves.

“I’m sure she can fit in two more orgasms by then,” Reece said with a cocky smirk.

All of the muscles in Scarlet’s body objected to that idea. “Smarten up, kitten, before I turn you over my knee.”

She eyed Scarlet appraisingly. “Nah, I’m safe for now. You get all mellow after you come. Give it a few minutes. If Mal stops tattooing before you get off again, then you’ll get dommy.”

“Why then?” Malachi asked, starting the machine again. Just the sound of it was making Scarlet’s nipples hard. Bad, bad, bad.

“Because Scarlet’s always much dommier when she’s horny. It’s hot.”

Malachi chuckled and started to work on her tattoo again.

“Take off your shirt,” Scarlet commanded, staring at Reece.

“No! Why?”

“Now, kitten.” She put as much growl in her words as she could, and Reece licked her lips nervously.

“But I don’t want to,” she complained.

“Too bad.”

Reluctantly, Reece complied. Malachi paused for a moment to watch. When her lovely breasts were bare, Scarlet beckoned her closer. She shuffled forward, but stayed just out of reach.

“Come. Here.”

Reece grumbled, but moved back where Scarlet could reach her.

“Offer them to me.”

Blushing, the girl cupped the undersides of her tits and lifted them up higher. Her expression was a mixture of heat and humiliation.

“Very nice,” Scarlet murmured, and her little sub averted her gaze. “Play with your nipples.”

Reece shook her head and looked sulky, but said nothing.

“Do it now, or you’re not going to like what happens.” If the girl called her bluff she was going to have to think fast. Coming up with consequences on the spot all the time was difficult.

She cocked a hip and glared, but did as she was told – her reluctance evident in the awkwardness of her fingers. Within a few minutes her pout was replaced by parted lips and glazed eyes. The feel of Malachi working on her back was getting to her again, and watching Reece was making things a million times worse.

“This is the most difficult tattoo I’ve ever done,” Malachi grumbled. “Do you have any idea how hard it is not to watch her?”

“I’ll try to make it worth your while later.”

He made a tortured sound, but didn’t reply.

“Kitten, suck your finger.”

Her big brown eyes refocused and she looked at Scarlet imploringly. “No,” she whined. “Not in front of him. Please?”

Scarlet narrowed her eyes and frowned. “Did I make a request or give you an order, little girl?”

“An order?”

“Good guess.”

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