Page 29 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Was she really going to do this? The easiest thing to do would be to walk away from the opportunity, but two things were stopping her. One – disappointing Reece. Two – her own intense curiosity. She was being handed the chance to answer questions about herself and if she backed down, she’d always wonder.

“Salt.”

His brows rose and he looked amused. “Salt?”

“Too much salt isn’t good for your health.”

From her place on the floor, Reece groaned. “Oh my god, Scarlet. You’re so weird.”

Scarlet nudged her with her foot. “Quiet, little slave girl. The big people are talking.”

Reece protested, outraged, but silenced herself when they both gave her a look.

“Salt is fine. Do you have toys I can use on you?” She could almost hear his mental hands rubbing together his enthusiasm was so thick.

“One sec.” Scarlet walked sedately down the hallway, stalling for time. What the hell was she doing, playing with this man? How was this a good idea? She kept hoping Reece would pipe up and say that she couldn’t let her do it – that she was too jealous. It was starting to look like that just wasn’t going to happen. She was screwed.

Scarlet snorted. Not screwed. She didn’t need to make this any more awkward for herself.

Forcing herself into autopilot, she grabbed an empty laundry basket off of the bedroom floor and took it to the closet, dumping in every toy they owned. They’d bought everything they’d heard of, hoping something would click for them. The basket got heavy quickly. Maybe she should only bring out the things she wanted him to use on her? But that hardly seemed fair. Having a selection for him to choose from seemed polite. Was there a BDSM Guide to Good Manners? There should be.

Every step she took back to the living room, lugging the overflowing basket, made Scarlet more aware of her body. Yes, he’d seen her body before, but that was when she was being topped by Reece. This was different – getting undressed for him. The idea of having someone new see her partially naked was difficult. She and Reece had been dating so long Scarlet had let herself go a little. She was still relatively trim and muscular from working construction, but that didn’t mean she was the type of woman who traipsed around half-naked a lot. The day she’d stripped off her pants so Malachi could show Reece how to use the crop often played over in her head, and it made her feel like a slut.

She dumped the toys onto the couch and he started to sift through them. A few things seemed to surprise him. He picked up a small jeweled butt plug and held it up with a questioning look on his face.

“Who is this used on?”

Scarlet snickered. “Reece was having a crabby week a few months ago, and I warned her to smarten up several times, then finally bought that and left it in the middle of the bed as a warning. She had to ask me what it was.”

“Shut up, Scarlet. You didn’t even know what it was when you went to the sex shop.”

“I knew about butt plugs at least, even if I didn’t know this was one. You thought it was a fancy wine cork.” She grinned and Malachi burst out laughing. She had to wait until he’d settled down before she could continue. “The lady at the desk suggested it after I told her all the other toys we had weren’t working to make her more respectful. Apparently it’s a beginner one.”

“You’re going to let her tell you to shut up?”

Idiot. She was so terrible at this. Embarrassed, she snatched up a crop and smacked Reece once on each thigh with the shaft. Reece hissed but didn’t move or complain. “Insulting me when I’m in domme mode and I have back-up is a bad idea.”

She rolled her eyes. “Domme mode? Is there an off switch for that?”

Before Scarlet could react, Malachi jumped in.“I’m going to show you how to use the plug on her at some point.” He wasn’t asking. “Maybe now is a good time?”

Reece gave him a horrified look then turned her face to hide it in the arm of the couch. “No! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Heat rose and throbbed in Scarlet’s nether regions. Her Reece begging for mercy was the sexiest thing, next to the noises the girl made when she came.

Scarlet reached down and stroked a hand through her hair. “Yes, you’ll be a good girl and let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

Her only response was a whimper.

After a few minutes of sorting through the array of implements, Malachi piled several on the coffee table. “I think this is going to be more enjoyable for you if we involve Reece, but not as a co-top. If you allow it, I’ll direct what she does. It’ll turn you on more if someone is touching you sometimes, and I know that someone can’t be me. However, if you ever change your mind...” His smile would have charmed the pants off a lesbian.

Oh, shit.

Unable to help herself, Scarlet nodded. “Reece, do what he says unless you have a major problem with it. Use the same safeword, okay?”

Apprehension lurked in her eyes, but she smiled a little. “Okay.”

Malachi drew Reece to her feet and took the clothespin from her. He stared into her eyes and brought the clothespin up between their faces, which were only inches apart. “This will be dealt with later.”

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