Page 16 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Then quit acting like you’re in charge right now.” She growled and pointed at the floor.

Reece knelt where she was supposed to, gaze down. Her posture wasn’t quite what Scarlet wanted.

“Hands behind your back. Tits out.”

She complied and it made her chest thrust forward. Scarlet licked her lips. She could get off just looking at her like this. Instead she went to the closet and rifled around, leaving Reece kneeling there, waiting. Waiting and knowing that Malachi was watching. If she caught a glimpse of his expression, like Scarlet had, she’d be blushing. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive.

Out of the closet she chose several lengths of rope and a blindfold. They’d do the easy stuff this time.

“Up on the bed.”

“That’s enough, Scarlet. I should top you now.”

“No, I’m not done with you. Don’t be chicken.”

“I’m not chicken. I just don’t feel like doing this right now.”

Scarlet hesitated. Normally she’d back down if Reece said no. They didn’t have a safeword, because Reece insisted they didn’t need one. But Malachi was watching and this whole thing would have been for nothing if they stopped here.

“Get on the bed, woman,” she snapped.

Reece’s eyes widened and she hesitated but then got up on the bed and sat in the middle like it was a life raft.

“Lie down.”

She looked unhappy. “What are you going to do?”

“Just let me do this,” she half-asked in frustration.

“Fine.”

Fuck. Here they went with the “fine” shit. Embarrassment and uncertainty grew and her patience snapped. “Lie the fuck down and shut up.” Her tone surprised her. She looked at Malachi to gauge his reaction. Was she fucking this up terribly?

His face didn’t give anything away. At least he wasn’t shaking his head in disgust. She turned her attention back to her girlfriend.

Reece was complying, but it was slow. So slow, Scarlet wondered if she should turn her over her knee or something. She needed a freaking handbook to figure out how to dom this woman – one written specifically about her.

She slipped a pillow under her ass and Reece, mercifully, said nothing. As Scarlet tied her to the bed, she noticed her shift subtly beneath her. This seemed to be making Reece hot even though she was acting tough. Maybe Reece not getting off earlier would work to Scarlet’s favor. If she sucked at domming, at least Malachi would know she and Reece had chemistry. That was some redemption at least.

Scarlet put the blindfold on last then kissed her hard on the mouth. She knelt on the bed beside her captive, and ran her hands over the thin fabric of her clothing, avoiding her nipples and her privates. She trailed her fingers up the side of her neck and played with her hair, then explored her cleavage and dipped a finger into it. At her waist, she lifted the edge of her t-shirt and snaked her hands up to stroke her breasts, then pulled at her nipples when they got hard.

Reece gasped and writhed, and Scarlet could tell that she was trying to stay still but failing. As usual, the heady feeling of power over her normally bossy girlfriend was almost too arousing. She squeezed her thighs together and forced herself to calm down.

The lack of underwear lines in Reece’s yoga pants made her hot all over again. She toyed with the top edge of the pants, wondering how far to go with things. Her fingertips traced a line across Reece’s belly, just under the waistband.

Reece panted. “Scarlet, don’t. No.”

Desire shot through Scarlet, and she squirmed involuntarily. Reece often said no when they played, but her body language didn’t match her words. This was why they needed a safeword. Sometimes, Scarlet kept going anyway when Reece didn’t seem to want her to really stop, and the protests turned to moans of pleasure. She was never sure if that was the right thing to do.

This time she stopped and looked at Malachi who gave her a nod of encouragement.

“No? Are you sure, kitten? You don’t want me to touch you here?” She tickled one finger between Reece’s legs, over her clothing. Reece pushed her groin up to meet Scarlet’s hand and whimpered. The latter pulled her hand away and traced small circles on the inside of her thighs.

“No.” Reece wriggled, trying to connect with her hand again. “I mean...please, Scarlet.”

“Please what? Please stop?” She withdrew her hand and watched with satisfaction as Reece fought the ropes that restrained her.

Her helpless whimper made Scarlet want to grind up against her.

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