Page 79 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

He urged her to sit on the chair with her back to him. When she was settled, he wiped her skin with something wet, then placed the stencil on her back. He patted it then peeled it off. “Go look in the mirror. Tell me if it’s in the right place.”

Scarlet went to look. It was lined up where she wanted it. She took one long last look at her shoulder in the mirror, hoping the tattoo would look even better than the bare skin.

“It’s going to be so hot!” Reece pulled her close and kissed her. The kiss deepened and eventually Malachi cleared his throat.

“Far be it from me to interrupt the two of you, but it’s going to take a while. If all the blood rushes to my cock, my brain might not do a good job with this tattoo.”

Reece’s eyes danced and she opened her mouth as though she was going to make a sarcastic sexual comment, then she shut it again.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Are you thinking about what happened the last time you teased me about that?”

Her face turned bright red and she pulled Scarlet back to the chair. “Shut up. Sir.”

Scarlet hopped back up on the chair. “Sticking a ‘Sir’ in there doesn’t really mean you can get away with that, Reece,” Scarlet warned. “Do you need another lesson in how to speak politely?”

“No. But he’s not going to be my Dom past tonight so I shouldn’t get used to calling him Sir. Don’t you think it’d be kind of awkward for me to say, ‘Hi Sir,’ when I pass him on the street?”

Though her tone was flippant, and maybe even a little bitter, Scarlet knew there was real emotion lurking there.

“I guess that’s true,” was all he said in return. A strange sadness hung heavy in the air for a moment. Then the tattoo machine buzzed to life.

Scarlet’s heart leapt to her throat. What if she was a wimp and fainted? She’d feel like such a tool. Not a helpful thought, as it just made her more nervous, whichmade her heart race faster, which made her a little woozy.

Settle the fuck down.

He made contact with her back and she exhaled. It kind of tickled and was only mildly uncomfortable. The sensation didn’t change much for the first few minutes and she started to relax.

“Tough girl. See? I told you it wasn’t a big deal.” He and Reece carried on a conversation for a few minutes, but she stopped trying to keep up. She was in the moment.

The tickle and scrape of the needle started getting to her. She had the urge to shift around to get comfortable, but she didn’t want to screw up whatever part Malachi was working on. He hit a sensitive spot and it sent goose bumps up the back of her neck into her hairline. She tried not to whimper. It wasn’t that it hurt, it just...

She gritted her teeth and tried to push away the sensation. This was ridiculous – it wasn’t supposed to happen, or he would have warned her, right?

A few minutes later her jaw hurt from clenching it so hard. Her underwear was damp. It was all she could do to be quiet and not show it on her face. The buzzing stopped and Malachi fiddled with something and grabbed another little pot of ink.

“How are you holding up?” Reece’s question was hard to focus on.

Scarlet finally squirmed into a more comfortable position then froze as she realized her girlfriend was looking at her – curious.

Belatedly, Scarlet remembered that she’d asked a question. “Hmm? Fine. It’s a little painful sometimes, but not bad.” She needed to readjust her jeans. The seam was pressing against her clit, which she felt like a hard, throbbing nerve ending – her underwear wasn’t providing much protection. Reece was frowning at her, so Scarlet couldn’t shift enough to make a difference.

“What’s going on? Your voice sounds weird. Does it hurt more than you’re letting on?”

“If you want we can take a break.” Malachi’s hand dropped onto her opposite shoulder and his thumb rubbed the spot between his hand and her neck for a moment before withdrawing his hand.

A small noise caught in her throat. “No, I’m fine.” Had that sounded nonchalant? She just wanted him to turn the machine back on.

The buzzing recommenced, and Scarlet bit back a sigh of relief. He started tattooing again, and she gasped quietly, but no one heard it over the noise. Maybe she should have taken the break he’d offered, if only to calm down.

Shivers shot up her spine again, and her nipples got rock hard. Sweat slicked her skin. Reece had picked up a magazine and was leafing through it.

The seam of Scarlet’s jeans was commanding her attention again, pressing against her. She rolled her hips forward, increasing the pressure. A moment later Malachi hit a very sensitive spot. Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth and she squeezed her eyes shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You okay, Scarlet?” Reece leaned against Scarlet’s knees and gently brushed her lips against hers.

If Reece so much as kissed her seriously, she was going to come. Scarlet frowned so hard, the muscles around her eyebrows hurt.

“Malachi, I think she needs to stop.”

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