Page 42 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Reece sat up on her knees and turned her head. “Malachi Johansson, are you planning to just leave? You can stay a while, if you want. Come on. Let’s all go to bed. I get the shower first.” She rose to her feet and headed off for the hallway, nude, picking up clothes as she went.

As if she’d been naked before him a hundred times, Scarlet got up and followed her. Then she stopped at the hall entrance. “Stay tonight. She wants you to. Just keep to your side. Okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded. Now who was bemused? Not that he was going to refuse sleeping with these two incarnations of Eve.

All he could think of in the shower washoly crap, what have I stumbled into? A passing phase? Or would this happen again?

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Things clued him in as he blinked awake – the gentle hum of the air-conditioning, the brushed steel frames of the French doors leading onto a balcony, the scent of perfume and of women’s bodies. Even the quilt was a work of art.

“You awake, Malachi?” Reece asked quietly from behind him. Light as a sigh, her fingers rested on his biceps.

He didn’t turn over. His morning erection had arrived. No wonder. At least he’d remembered to put his boxers on last night. “Your bedroom is beautiful. Even this cover.” He plucked at the quilt.

Her fingers moved on his skin. “Wow. I’d forgotten how hard a man’s muscles were.” Did he imagine the tone of wonderment? “I never thought I’d like tattoos...” Her words trailed off as her fingers traced over the patterns on his arm. “I like them on you.”

Hoping his dick wasn’t showing under the sheet, he turned over. “Thanks. Gemma did that one. Or she finished it.” He eyed Reece’s somewhat unveiled body. The sheet wasn’t pulled up to her neck and revealed skin with no sign of a top at all. Though Scarlet sat up and propped her chin on Reece’s neck, he couldn’t help noticing the drape of the sheet lower down, over what seemed like a naked breast.

Suspicious he asked them directly. “Am I the only one wearing anything?”

“I don’t remember. Last night got a bit crazy.” Scarlet lifted the sheet and peeked. “We’ve both got underwear on. You?”

“Boxers. But I have less...” He grinned, unearthed his hand from the sheet and gestured at them. “Less to show.”

He eyed the hint of Reece’s nipples showing through the sheet. “I don’t mind. Equality of the sexes is fine with me. We can all go without shirts.”

Scarlet snorted. “Pervert.”

“You’re one to talk,” Reece said, laughing.

Scarlet arched a brow, but her twitching lips said she was teasing. “Are you calling your Domme a pervert?”

“You’re more of a pervert than you are a Domme.”

He could tell it was meant to be a glib but it made Scarlet flinch back. Hurt and anger crossed her features but she seemed lost as to what to do.

Feeling the weight of his responsibility as a teacher, he gave her a little hint. “That was disrespectful, Reece, even if it was a joke. Respect is one of the cores of a D/s relationship.” He looked at Scarlet. “You need to do something about that.” While he’d said this Reece remained silent but he’d noticed the creep of a blush on her neck and cheek.

Scarlet nodded, looking down, clearly thinking this through. “I know. What do you suggest?”

“Immediate punishment. What, is entirely up to you. I would make her apologize too. There’s fun teasing and there’s insults. I wouldn’t accept my sub implying I wasn’t a true Dom. Spanking is my preference.”

“Kitten. Look at me.”

Reece swallowed and turned slowly to Scarlet. Their gazes connected and Reece’s face softened.

“Are you sorry?”

Malachi sat up. She was gnawing her lip. Good.

She sighed then put her hand on Scarlet. “Yes.”

“Get down on the floor, kneel, and say it then. And I want to hear respect in your voice.”

She gasped.

Heedless of her lack of clothing, Scarlet threw off the sheet and got up on her knees to stare down at her girl. She lowered her head without breaking eye contact. “Now.”

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