Page 43 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

Reece’s arms were folded over her breasts, hiding them but Scarlet was giving a show of hers. He had to wrench his focus back to Reece.

Blushing, she looked at Malachi then back to Scarlet, clearly embarrassed at the audience. “Do I have to?” she asked so quietly he could barely hear her.

“If you don’t want to be punished in front of him, you shouldn’t brat in front of him. And if you’re truly sorry, you’d do what I say.”

Slowly, pouting, she rolled over and crawled off the bed. Black boy-shorts this time. See-through lace, again. He almost groaned. On the floor, she got up on her knees. Her head was down at first. She shuffled in place.

“Now, kitten. Look me in the eyes.”

With Scarlet sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn’t see much, so he moved over and sat next to her.

When she finally looked up, Reece’s eyes were red-rimmed as if this was truly affecting her. She swallowed once. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry.”

“Good. Thank you for apologizing.”

Such a gentle D/s relationship, but he liked it. He’d probably go harder than this but not by a huge amount. That cute ass of Reece’s though. He’d never have resisted spanking it until it glowed bright pink.

“How did that make you feel, apologizing to your Domme like this?”

“My Domme?” This time she frowned at Scarlet. “So I am a sub? That word...” She shook her head. “It still doesn’t seem to fit me.”

This amused him though he’d never say so. Reece was one of the most sweetly submissive women he’d ever met – once you got past the work persona. But for some reason, she was still fighting it. “Words take on the meaning that works best for you. Emotions attach to those words.” He nodded at Scarlet. “What you two have is unique for you.”

“We don’t have to use the word submissive,” Scarlet offered then smiled. “You’re more like a pretty little pet anyway.”

Reece rolled her eyes.

“Did you like kneeling for me, pet?”

She blushed.

“Reece.”

“Sort of. A bit.”

“Uh-huh.”

Now that was getting somewhere close to how a submissive felt. He knew the signs. But he wouldn’t say more. It needed to develop naturally.

“You feel you deserved punishment?” Scarlet murmured, reaching down and holding her delicately by the jaw.

She swallowed hard and nodded shakily as her Domme stroked her.

“Scarlet, how do you feel about making her apologize?”

“Good. Very satisfied that she obeyed me. It pleases me a lot seeing you kneeling and saying sorry, kitten.” Then Scarlet turned and looked at him. “None of this would’ve happened without you, so...thank you. I really appreciate your help.”

Then a blush colored her cheeks. “Though last night...”

Ahh. Here it was. He’d been waiting for that to be dismissed. “I’m sorry. We had a bit much to drink.”

“No! No. I didn’t mean that. I was close enough to sober. I knew what I was doing.” She glanced at Reece, pulled her to her side. “We both did.”

He nodded, looking from one to the other. “I’m glad.” Some men had a cuckolding kink. Was it just him thinking this or did Scarlet have a thing about getting him to touch her girl?

This was awkward. It would’ve been better in some ways to have gone home last night. Except who was he kidding? He wouldn’t miss being around these women even if they did break his heart.

Time to go. Clothes, needed clothes.

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