Page 38 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“You, pet, are having... Oh shit, I forgot to buy chicken. I got the onions, garlic, tomatoes, bread, all the other stuff.” She sighed. “I’ll go back to the store.”

“Tell you what. You girls stay here and I’ll get us some takeout from a new restaurant I want to try. Mongolian food.”

“Mongolian?” Reece looked incredulous. “You’re serious?”

“I am. One of my hobbies. Trying different takeout. You have to be fast, though. The Turkish one only lasted a month before they closed.” He looked at them both. “Agreed? Anything else? Some beer? Wine?”

“Nuh-uh.” Reece waved her hand. “I have an hour I can sew after dinner, at least. No alcohol.”

“Get wine. She’s not sewing after dinner.”

Reece opened her mouth to protest but Scarlet cut her off. “Don’t argue or there will be tickle torture.”

“Scarlet,” she grumped. “I have to!”

“No, kitten. You’ll wear yourself out. We’ll get back to work tomorrow morning, I promise. I’ll even be your human pincushion.” The tension in Reece’s body was obvious. “Please, baby. Take a break.” Scarlet stroked Reece’s legs and the girl’s eyes started to drift shut.

Then she gave in with a sigh. “Okay.”

Scarlet smiled at her tired girl then turned to look at him. “How much money do you need, Malachi?”

“It’s on me.” He waved off her offer and headed out.

Since he wasn’t sure what sort of wine they liked he selected a few different types at the liquor store, figuring he could always take it with him if they refused to drink it. And then, as an afterthought, he picked out some gourmet beers. The Mongolian restaurant takeout menu had been chock full of hearty-sounding meals. Beer might go better with the strong flavors than most wine.

They ended up eating on the couch since Reece declared she wanted to slouch back into some soft cushions rather than be all polite at the dining table. The coffee table had the four different dishes on it as well as the four bottles of wine. When he’d asked which they’d like to drink, Scarlet admitted she’d only agreed with wine since he was buying.

“This doesn’t taste a bit like rum and coke.” She screwed up her nose then took another sip from her goblet of merlot.

“I should hope not!” Reece was in the middle, between them.

Somehow she ended up there whenever they sat together. It was as if he and Scarlet automatically wanted to corral her in. He rolled that idea around – it was probably philosophically correct. Given half a chance, he’d co-dom the woman. If only.

“We can’t all be as hardcore as you, Scarlet. Some people like to have some taste to their alcohol instead of just being hit over the head with it.”

“What’s the point of drinking if it doesn’t hit you over the head?” Scarlet gave her a wicked grin. “Other than to take advantage of pretty girls, like you.”

She giggled. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Mistress?” She looked amused. “I like the sound of that.” Then she reached across the back of the couch and poked Malachi on the shoulder. “Am I allowed to use that? Mistress? Or do I need a PhD in BDSM?”

“You can call yourself whatever you want. Long as whatever you do is safe, or as safe as you can make it, and consensual. There are no BDSM police. It’s all about what you and your partner or partners want to do.”

The little flare of awareness in Scarlet’s eyes at his statement made him tweak into an alert state.Partners…plural – had that been the word that excited her? It had slipped out, maybe because it was always at the back of his mind around these two.

Seemed like the wine was getting to her. He reassessed himself. When he looked up, the ceiling was doing a slow spin. He was slightly drunk. Not surprising since there were two empty bottles on the table along with the plates. And a beer he’d tried as well. Mostly because it was Mongolian and what else did you drink with Mongolian lamb?

Reece wriggled and rested her head on Scarlet’s shoulder. He couldn’t helpdropping his gaze to ogle her gorgeous legs. A slim frilled red line at the hem of the dress, said her panties were in danger of showing.

When she’d crawled to him and Scarlet the other night with her top off and only those white ruffled panties concealing down below...Damn.

That sight was seared into his memory – her breasts hanging down, swaying a little as she crawled. Like that they were the perfect shape for a Dom to reach down and handle them. The darker areolae on her pale skin were like cute targets. Then, when she sat up and he asked her to let him put the clothespin on her tongue and she obediently stuck it out...

He shook his head, aware his erection had popped back up like an inflatable toy. Not that it hadn’t been up most of the day and evening. The proximity of these two beautiful women meant being forever tantalized by their scent and the contours of their bodies.

Scarlet met his eyes. After she flicked her gaze toward his lap, a gentle knowing smile grew. She stroked Reece’s back then drew her up into a kiss. Before long Reece was moaning and squirming as the kiss got serious. Her legs curled up onto the couch and the ankle of her uppermost leg ended up on his thigh. Another unexpected squirm and, unawares, she brushed her toes on his erection through the cloth of his jeans.

He hissed and noticed a smirk on Scarlet’s face as she came up for air.

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