Page 2 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Why did this happen every time? Sure, they had fun. They smiled and giggled and eventually got off, but there was a growing sense of frustration too. She copied what she read in books but, for some reason, the roles just didn’t fit quite right, no matter how many arrangements they tried.

Scarlet’s look of disappointment tore at her chest. She wanted so badly to please her. It hurt that she couldn’t. And the reason she couldn’t please her was because Scarlet had no idea what she wanted. She wanted pain but then grew frustrated when Reece tried to control it. Neither of them made good subs or Doms. So what the hell were they?

Leaning over, she pressed a kiss between Scarlet’s brows. “We have to stick to the roles. It’s the only way this will work.”

She scowled up at her. “We would know for sure if you’d come with me to the club and ask.”

That again? “So many germs, Scarlet! It’s disgusting.”

Turning her face away, she grumbled, “You’re so stubborn.”

So she’d heard – a million times over. Stubborn, opinionated, difficult. She stared down at her hands fumbling in her naked lap. Naked. She hated being naked, but it was hot when Scarlet stripped her then kept her own clothes on. And for someone with years of body issues behind her, that was saying something.

“Maybe you should ask Sabrina. She might be able to help us.” Scarlet glared at her. “I bet she’s a good girl for her Doms.”

Reece laughed. “You don’t know her like I do. And anyway, Q and Jude know what they’re doing.” She glared right back. “I’m only as good as my Domme is.”

Scarlet narrowed her eyes then pounced. A moment later, she had Reece pinned face down, both of them giggling.

“What the heck?” Reece said, squirming to get free. “How are you so strong? You’re too skinny to be this strong!”

A dark chuckle then Scarlet slapped her ass. “Mmm. I love your curvy ass.”

“You mean you love my fat ass.”

Teeth clamped down on one cheek, stinging until she shrieked.

“Shush about fat,” she scolded when she let go. “You know I don’t like hearing that from you.”

She squirmed and Scarlet released her. “Whatever, skinny bitch.”

Another smack had her glaring at Scarlet with her best death stare, but Scarlet merely arched a brow.

“You sound so much like a Domme sometimes.” She sighed. Was that a good thing or not? Did she even want Scarlet as a Domme? It would complicate things between them. Maybe too much. She liked being her girlfriend, as partners, as equals. But a Domme in the bedroom would be hot. Would Scarlet shift into a 24/7 Domme as soon as she tasted power? Would she want to control her life? It was hot in books but... It just wasn’t how things were between them.

“Come on,” Scarlet said. “Let’s watch one of your fashion shows. We can try this again later.” She shimmied up the bed until she was leaning against the headboard then looked at Reece and smiled. “Curl up in my lap, kitten, and I’ll pet you.”

Reece rolled her eyes. The very first night they’d spent together had occurred right after her boyfriend had dumped her. She and Scarlet had been friends for a few months by then and Scarlet had come over to try to make her feel better. Scarlet was gold star – no cock for her – and Reece knew she had feelings for her. It had been too soon to explore that idea and she didn’t want to give her the wrong message so when it got too late and they were too drunk to drive, she insisted Scarlet take the bed while she slept on the floor. The next morning they both woke to find Reece curled up in a ball at Scarlet’s feet at the end of the bed. That had earned her the pet name kitten. That and Scarlet said she purred like one, but thatwas still unverified as far as she was concerned.

When Reece pouted, Scarlet opened her arms and beckoned. “I know you want to.”

“That is so demeaning,” she grumbled as she knee-walked up the bed and in between Scarlet’s legs.

Arms wrapped around her and she settled into her favorite spot against Scarlet’s body.

“It’s not demeaning,” she said, stroking her fingers through Reece’s hair. “It’s adorable.”

She sighed contently, feeling at home with her head resting in her girlfriend’s lap. “You’re lucky I love you.”

Warm lips pressed against her hair. “Yes, I am.”

Though contentment settled on her for a while, the scent and feel of Scarlet’s warm body beneath her cheek stirred her slowly. She wriggled a little, compressing her thighs. So difficult staying quiet and calm in her girlfriend’s arms even if their kinky crap was a crazy mess.

The second time she wriggled, Scarlet chuckled and trailed her fingers around her ear, tickling. “What’s wrong? Is there something you need?”

Indignation made her answer come out wrong. “No.”

“Are you sure about that? I can tell when you’re turned on, you know.” The huff of Scarlet’s breath sent a liquid shudder arrowing straight to the apex of her legs. “Let me. Please. Move so I can touch you.” When Scarlet cruised her hand lower to brush the first curves of her ass, Reece didn’t protest.

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