Page 47 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“What?” A hand came under her chin and Scarlet forced her head up to look at her. “Of course I will. You’ll always be my kitten, whether you’re the sub, the Domme, the mother of our children...” She smiled. “Or an old lady.”

Reece chuckled and buried her face in Scarlet’s neck.

Scarlet tightened her arms around her. “Being a sub doesn’t mean you’re not you, silly. And I don’t want to control your life. Trust me, it’s waaay too complicated for me to want to meddle in.” A little laugh then she sighed longingly. “We’ve always been like this, you know. Even before we officially started kink. You’d show me submission in small ways. You just didn’t recognize it. Then when we forced it in the bedroom, you resisted and withdrew.”

“I did?”

“Yes. Don’t you remember? When I came in from work, you’d help me shower then let me play with your hair for hours while we talked and watched TV.”

“I just wanted to see you naked.”

They both chuckled.

“You like kneeling for me,” Scarlet said. “Admit it. Because like most subs, deep down inside, it makes you feel good to please me.”

Her face flushed. How could something sound so wrong but feel so right? She wasn’t a simpering female who believed in stereotypical family roles. She was an independent, strong woman. But there was a certain satisfaction in pleasing Scarlet, going the extra distance. Even kneeling at her feet felt...right. She hated that she felt that way. Being a Domme fit so much better with her personality and career.

“I love that about you, you know,” Scarlet said quietly, still petting her. “I love this soft side of you. That you may be powerful in your day job but when you walk through that door, you’re mine. My pet, who lets me do naughty things to her then curls up in my lap and falls asleep. That you give me that, Reece, means the world to me.”

Though more tears fell, a small smile made its way to her lips. She loved that too. It made her feel loved and protected and...complete. She could trust Scarlet with that, right? It wasn’t as if she’d turn into some cruel dictator. Scarlet was all goodness and fairness and love. Maybe Malachi had been right. If she stopped fighting it, stopped forcing their roles and putting them in the box she thought they belonged, their sex issues would work themselves out.

“Scarlet?” she said in a small voice still tight from sobbing.

“Yes?”

After a deep breath, she peeked up at her. “Can we try again?”

Her brows lifted in a look of surprise then her eyes warmed. “Yes. We can try again.”

Reece wiggled out of Scarlet’s embrace and peered around the room. When she spotted the discarded collar on the floor at the foot of the bed, she turned to her girlfriend. “I’ll be right back.”

She hopped off the bed and picked up the collar. It really was beautiful. She could tell Scarlet had put a lot of thought into choosing it for her. Delicate and girly. It even looked like a name brand. Emotion lodged in her throat. She was the shittiest girlfriend in the world.

Eyes on Scarlet, she crawled toward her until she was kneeling in front of her. She held out the collar. “Will you please put it on me, Scarlet?”

Her lips curved into a wide smile. “Yes.” She knelt up and took the collar from Reece’s hand then fumbled with the buckle. Once it was open, she moved Reece’s hair to the side.

“Take your dress off,” she whispered.

Reece didn’t question the order. Naked felt right for this. She slipped the dress over her head and threw it on the floor.

Scarlet’s expression changed as the collar buckled into place. Gone was the satisfied grin. Now she watched her intently, her gaze focused on Reece’s neck like a predator eyeing its prey.

“There,” she said, arranging Reece’s hair around the collar. “It looks...perfect.”

As Scarlet stared at her, all admiration and love, she was struck with an overwhelming sense of devotion. Maybe it had something to do with the collar, snuggled up tightly around her neck, a constant reminder of Scarlet’s hold on her. Whatever caused it didn’t matter. Right now she wanted to belong to Scarlet – wanted to be hers forever. Her sub. Her kitten. Her wife. If she had a ring, she’d propose today.

“Is it comfortable?” Scarlet asked.

“Very.”

“Fuck. I’ll have to get you another one soon.”

“What?”

She chuckled. “It’s not supposed to be too comfortable. It’s supposed to be a reminder of who you belong to.”

“It is. Trust me.”

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