Page 84 of The Dom with the Clever Tongue

“Done.” The one word carried a lot of relief.

Scarlet shifted down and ran her tongue up the groove of Reece’s sex, then latched onto her clit. Unable to stop her, Reece grabbed onto Scarlet’s short hair and tried to direct her mouth.

Scarlet slapped the inside of the girl’s thigh sharply, and she let go. She slid a finger up inside Reece and flicked at her clit with her tongue, then bit her gently. Reece’s hips came up off of the chair and she froze in place before she cried out helplessly in release.

“Where’s a camera when I need one?” Malachi lamented. “I’d frame a picture of this and put it up on the wall beside my awards. Right there.” He pointed vaguely at the correct wall, but didn’t look away from them. They were both watching him.

“You didn’t laugh at me getting all turned on during the tattoo,” Scarlet remarked.

His eyes were serious. “It wasn’t funny. Fucking sexy and mind-blowing, yes, but not funny.”

“Hmmm. Does that mean that you don’t deserve a reward?”

“Careful, sweetheart. You’re not my Domme.”

Scarlet got up and pulled Reece to her feet, then turned back to Malachi. “You should sit.”

He took Reece’s place without complaint. As Scarlet moved her fingers to the button of his jeans, she noticed a wet spot had seeped through the front.

“Did you like watching us, Malachi?”

“And listening to you come, yes. I’m surprised I didn’t go off in my pants a half hour ago. Orgasm denial is definitely not my kink, unless it’s someone else suffering.”

Reece cackled evilly. “Poor widdle, Dommy. Now you know how I feel with you two around.”

Scarlet reached across the chair and pulled her face down across Malachi’s lap. Without missing a beat, he delivered ten sharp blows to her naughty ass. They were turning into a well-oiled domming machine. They smirked at each other.

When she stood up, Reece was rubbing at her sore bottom and glaring at them. “Is tag-teaming allowed?”

“That’s what co-domming is all about.” Malachi readjusted himself through his jeans. The spanking had made things worse for him, Scarlet was well able to see.

She unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down like a snake might jump out and bite her. She’d seen blowjobs in porn, but this was uncharted territory for her. Sliding her hand into a guy’s pants was a weird experience. Instead of inching her hand downward, like she’d normally do with a girl, it was all about trying to coax a stubborn penis out. How hard could you pull before it hurt?

Catching on to her uncertainty, Malachi shoved his pants lower and helped her by liberating his cock. It sprang free from its confines, and Scarlet backed a step in surprise. The thing had a mind of its own.

He smiled. “It’s okay, Scarlet. It won’t hurt you.”

“Okay.” She moved closer, relatively confident it wasn’t going to bite her.

He caught at her hand and wrapped it around his cock. Such a dichotomy, both soft to the touch, but hard as hell. Guiding her, he stroked himself with her hand.

“Like that?”

“Get creative. I’ll let you know if you hurt me.” His jaw clenched, and she got the impression it wasn’t from pain.

She leaned over him and kissed the head of his cock. Before she got further,Reece’s face was beside hers, licking lower. Scarlet licked the shaft, and watched as Reece sucked one of his balls into her mouth. He started to pant and swear, and Reece shifted her mouth to the other one. Scarlet never would have thought of that, but apparently he liked it. A lot.

She licked her way back up to the tip and Reece met her there, kissing her mouth and tonguing her lips, catching Malachi in the crossfire. In his semi-reclined position on the chair, he could watch everything. His expression was aroused, rapt. His blue eyes memorized them.

With their mouths, they fought good-naturedly over the head of his cock for a few minutes, until he was gasping and his hips shifted beneath them. Eventually Scarlet won. She slid her lips around his cock then sucked him in as far as she could. She reached a point where she gagged a little, then eased off and pushed further until he hit the back of her throat.

He hissed, and she sucked at him and rose until his cock popped free of her mouth.

“Are you okay? Was I doing it wrong?” The taste of him was very different from how Reece tasted, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She liked the stoned look it had put on his face.

“Fuck, no. If you stop now I might cry, though.”

“Well we wouldn’t want that. You’d be the laughing stock of the Dom world.” Scarlet wrapped her hand around his cock again and squeezed gently. He grunted.

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