Page 34 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“If I have to get up to get it, you’ll be sorry.”

“Oh, blah blah blah. Now you two are on the same team. Okay! I’ll get it.” Reece rolled off the bed and walked out of the room with a dignified air. Both Scarlet and Mal craned their necks, watching her go.

“It’s really unfair that she’s so hot,” Malachi mused.

“Yeah. I walk around with a permanent hard-on because of it.”

He glanced pointedly down at her nude body.

“It’s a figurative hard on. It’s a lot more uncomfortable, trust me.”

“Speaking of uncomfortable, how’s your back and ass? I striped you up pretty hard.”

Scarlet stretched, the sting and soreness impossible to ignore. It was a good hurt.

“It was pretty awesome, actually.” Not turning to look at him was impolite, but lying on her back while she was naked wasn’t a comfortable idea.

“Me being a guy wasn’t too awkward?”

Scarlet held in an impish laugh. “Nah. You have delicate features and dainty hands. It was easy to pretend you were a girl.”

“With a goatee? I really need to see pictures of your ex-girlfriends.”

“Would you prefer traditional pics or erotic ones?”

There was a snicker from the doorway. “Wow. What did I miss?”

“He wants to see pictures of my exes.”

She strolled to the bed. “That won’t take long. There were two, and only one counts if you ask me. Intense, non-sexual relationships aren’t really the same.”

“Whoa,” Malachi jumped in. “Hold up there, kitten. Let’s start this punishment out the right way. Go back to the door and crawl to your Domme.”

Her mouth fell open and her fingers went white around the clothespin she held. “No! Absolutely not.”

Malachi was out of bed and at Reece’s side before Scarlet even thought of sitting up. “Do you have knee issues or are you safewording?”

She bit her lip. “Well, neither but –”

“Then I expect you to do it. Now.” He looked so large and intimidating next to her – the hardness of his body a counterpoint to her softness and curves.

Scarlet sat up. This was getting good. “Do what you’re told, Reece.”

“Ugh. But Scarlet, you’d never make me do this. Why have him train me to dostuff you wouldn’t do? It’s not our style.”

“I let a man touch me to please you and you’re complaining about crawling halfway across a room?” Scarlet moved to the edge of the king-sized bed and stood elbow to elbow with Malachi.

Reece looked terribly guilty for a moment, and Scarlet had to stop herself from taking her words back. She had a habit of rescuing her whenever she looked uncomfortable, but Malachi seemed to know what he was doing. United front and all that.

“Oh, fine!” She handed the clothespin to Malachi then walked back to the doorway. The sway of her hips made Scarlet’s libido sit up and take notice.

Reece was so subconsciously seductive it was an ongoing source of distraction, but she still saw herself as an ugly duckling. A brief glance at Malachi’s face proved that she wasn’t the only one who saw Reece that way.

When she got onto her hands and knees, her breasts threatened to spill out of her low-cut top. She crawled forward a few paces and huffed dramatically because her knees kept pinning down the hem of her top as she moved forward. She knelt up and drew the garment off over her head. Her breasts got caught up in the fabric then bounced free.

“Lord have mercy,” Malachi whispered next to her, his eyes riveted on her girlfriend.

“I know, right? And she really doesn’t see it,” she whispered back.

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