Page 30 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

She swallowed. “Yes, Malachi.”

Fuck. How did he do that so easily? Scarlet examined his stance, recalled his tone, and realized it was probably a combination of things – some of which she couldn’t replicate, being smaller and female. He could show her the basics, but she’d have to develop her own style that capitalized on her strengths.

“Reece, undress her.”

Scarlet backed a step and held up a warding hand. “Wait, stop! Like naked, naked? You can’t do this with most of my clothes on?”

He studied her for a moment. “You can stay fully dressed if you want, but you won’t get the full effect of doing this with clothing as a barrier. It would be like saying you wanted to know what sex was like, but refusing to take your clothes off. Orgasms might be had, but it’s not really sex.”

She rolled her eyes, knowing it had been a long shot. “I’m not big on being naked.”

“Reece should do her best to make you forget I’m here, at first.”

“I’m not getting naked while she has her clothes on. That seems counterintuitive from a Domme standpoint. Isn’t she supposed to stay at least equally undressed, if not more so?”

He smiled gently. “The answer to that question is that you’re the Domme. It’s all about what you want, so it’s completely up to you how dressed or undressed she is.”

Scarlet looked Reece over. The girl was shaking her head minutely, eyes pleading. After all this time, Scarlet knew that Reece still had some body image issues. Malachi might even figure into them. Heavily.

She walked the few steps to Reece and looked down at her with what she hoped was a commanding demeanor. She copied Malachi’s stance and expression,even if the looming part wasn’t as effective. “Remember the outfit I bought you for Christmas that you never wore? Put it on. Now.”

“Oh god. Seriously?”

“Don’t you think you’re already in enough trouble, kitten?” A staring contest ensued, but eventually Scarlet came out on top. She felt a swell of satisfaction at Reece’s defeated sigh.

“It’s the most ridiculous piece of clothing I own!” Reece growled, storming off into their bedroom.

She’d let the attitude go for now. If she didn’t pick her battles, they wouldn’t get very far with Malachi topping her today. And now she was more curious than she cared to admit.

“Ridiculous?” Malachi asked with a brow quirked.

“I have a bit of a fetish she doesn’t share. She hates it and finds it demeaning.”

He grinned. “Perfect. Nothing will make her feel more submissive than doing what she doesn’t want to because you said so. So what is it?”

“You’ll see in a sec.”

“Furry? Latex? Cheerleader?”

“That would be quite the combination.”

He laughed loudly and shook his head. “Well played. I’m supposed to be the funny Dom, Scarlet. Get your own gig.”

“It’s open mic night, sweetheart. Just try to keep up.”

Malachi was too close, looking down at her like he was going to kiss her. She stepped back and grimaced. “Friend zone me now, mister. It’s not going to happen.”

“I’m about to see two gorgeous women mostly naked. You get why I’m having a hard time maintaining objectivity.”

The look that passed between them was like electricity along her skin. She ignored the sensation, schooling her features to look bored. All of this pretending was exhausting.

She was spared having to come up with a witty response when Reece tiptoed back into the room. Was she hoping they’d forget about her? Her riot of chestnutcurls bounced around the creamy bareness of her shoulders. The thin straps of the white, gossamer baby doll top did little to break up the lovely skin. The top didn’t veil the pinkness of her nipples so much as draw attention to them, and the matching ruffled boy shorts were fucking adorable. It made Scarlet ache to bite her ass.

Malachi caught sight of her, stepped forward, and banged his shins on the forgotten coffee table. Although the noise was loud and it must have hurt, he was too busy drooling over Reece to notice.

“This is my punishment for being a dickhead to you, isn’t it?” he rasped. “You’re going to mock me with your body until I die of frustration.” He scrubbed a hand over his eyes. “Death by exploding dick. It seems appropriate.”

“Oh, shut up. I know how I look, you don’t have to be nice.”

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