Page 83 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“But I don’t want to!” Her fingers were tangled into the fabric of her skirt, her body tense.

“Finger in your mouth. Right fucking now.”

She shook her head again, but complied. Very slowly. Watching her suck on her finger, knowing she was going to obey her next command even though she didn’t want to, came pretty close to getting Scarlet off. She pushed down the need to touch herself or Reece, and concentrated on making the girl do as she said.

“Lift your skirt and pull your panties down to your knees.”

Malachi stopped tattooing for a moment and she could almost feel his gaze scalding her as he peered over her shoulder. The girl pulled up her flared skirt, gathered it in the crook of her arm then pulled her white lacy underwear down out of the way.

“Touch yourself.”

Reece arched a cultured brow at her and touched her finger to her forehead, her mouth twisted in a smirk. Little brat.

Faster than Reece could react, Scarlet slid off the chair and grabbed her by the hair. She shoved her belly down over the tattoo chair and flipped up her skirt. She chuckled when she realized Malachi was standing frozen on the other side of the chair, his tattoo needle still in the air, and Scarlet’s face only inches offset from his crotch. It was a good thing he’d been gawking instead of tattooing, or Scarlet undoubtedly would have had a weird line tattooed down her back in red ink.

She wound up and smacked Reece hard, drawing a yelp, then settled into spanking her ass until it was pink. With every swat, Reece squeaked and complained. When Scarlet was satisfied that she’d learned her lesson, she pulled Reece up by the hair.

She pointed to a spot on the floor. “You will stand here. Spread your legs.” She hopped back up on the chair while Reece complied.

When the little brat was in position, Malachi added, “Lift up your skirt and show your Doms your pretty pussy.”

Reece winced and lowered her head then pulled her skirt up much slower than she had the last time. When the skirt was up and their view was unimpeded, she looked up at them shyly and bit her lip.

Malachi swore softly. Scarlet knew just what he meant. Prettier than a picture – all soft curves and bashful reticence, Reece was a Dom’s wet dream, especially if the Dom in question had a small corruption fetish.

“Suck your finger again then play with your clit.”

Her index finger went back in her mouth, and she sucked at it while looking at them through the veil of her lashes.

Malachi leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Scarlet, have mercy and please tell me I can fuck her again.”

“After the tattoo is done we’re going to make you explode,” she whispered back.

“If this keeps up I might get to that point without you,” he growled.

“Then hurry up. You keep dawdling.”

“You’re lucky you’re not a sub or I’d fucking tan your ass.”

“Save it for our little brat, tiger. You don’t scare me.” She turned back to Reece, who was watching the exchange with interest. “Play with your clit, kitten. If you keep sucking your finger all day you’re going to get pruney.”

Reece smiled and pulled her finger from her mouth. “You two were distracting.” She trailed her hand down her chest and belly then slipped her finger between her legs. With the opposite hand she spread apart her folds so they could see what she was doing. Her moistened finger circled her clit then she brushed over it and shivered. Her voice was soft – barely audible over the buzzing, “Watching you come made me all frustrated, Scarlet.”

Malachi sighed heavily and resumed his work. Scarlet watched Reece pleasuring herself and wished Mal had a security camera in the room so they could watch this again later. Her head tipped back, her eyes closed, and her lips parted.

“This is hard to do standing up. Can I sit with you?”

Scarlet held up a hand and Malachi stopped for a moment while she shifted down. Reece settled on the pad-covered bench and leaned against the back of it, then slipped her leg out of her underwear and onto the other side of Scarlet, giving her Domme a perfect view of her naked sex. Her clit was hard and she was very pink where she’d been touching herself.

“Do you think you can make yourself come for me?”

“I’ll try, Scarlet.” Her expression, gaze, body language – all of it was distilled submission.

Scarlet wished she’d brought a collar to put on her. She’d have to start carrying one in her bag.

Reece started to touch herself again, this time giving Scarlet a much more x-rated show. Her tiny noises of pleasure frustrated Scarlet and made her want to lick her. The intermittent touch of the needle to her back made her want to scream. Her nipples were painfully hard and her body wanted to come again. Scarlet’s sore clit rubbed against her jeans when she shifted and grunted. Fuck, she’d have to get Mal to stop again soon. Reece’s moans were high-pitched and getting more desperate.

Abruptly, Malachi stopped and wiped her skin again with the antiseptic-covered paper towel. The sting almost put her over the edge.

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