The Dom With the Clever Tongue

by Leia Shaw

  “Oh jeez, Scarlet. It’s definitely not that. I’m just thinking... What happens when you decide you don’t like me that way? Will it fuck things up with us? Will you be able to stay friends with me after?”

  She looked at him uncertainly. “I think so. I’ve never actually done it, but I think I’ll be okay.”

  “You’ve never given a guy a blowjob?”

  “No. I’ve never done anything with a guy.”

  Reece cut in. “She’s gold star.”

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  “She’s never been with a guy.”

  “You’re a virgin?” He sounded skeptical.

  “Hardly,” Scarlet smirked. “I’ve just never had more than a couple of girl fingers in me.”

  “She won’t even do insertable toys.”

  Malachi groaned and gripped his hard-on through his jeans for a moment. “Why are you telling me this? I need to be concentrating on your tattoo. Shhh.” He yanked on another pair of gloves, looking determined.

  The machine hummed back to life and this time when Malachi touched the needle to her back she sucked in a breath and held it.

  “Don’t hold your breath,” he growled. “You’ll faint on me.”

  She exhaled and tried not to shiver. It sounded so mean when he got dommy, but did she want him to dom her? She got off on him domming Reece, but she had no desire to give him her power. Her pain – hell yes – but handing power over to him held little interest.

  The needle felt like it was scraping along her skin, like Reece did sometimes with her nails, but...more. She whimpered a few times, trying to hold it in, but eventually he forced a moan from her.

  “You like that?” he asked suggestively, just loud enough to hear over the machine.

  She nodded mutely and shut her eyes, feeling somewhat better now that she didn’t have to hide it, though it was still embarrassing.

  Reece moved closer and stood between her legs where they dangled off the side of the chair. She licked at Scarlet’s lips for a moment then kissed her demandingly. Scarlet was panting now, trying hard not to move. Reece’s hands slid up Scarlet’s sides and cupped her breasts. She caught her nipples between her fingers and squeezed, making Scarlet cry out in pleasure. Muttered swears drifted over her shoulder from Malachi, who was still working.

  The tension in her body intensified until she couldn’t bear it. She broke the kiss with Reece. “Stop, stop, Malachi!”

  He pulled his hands away from her back and Reece slid a hand down to press hard on her clit through her jeans and pinched her nipple. Her muscles knotted then it broke over her, sending ripples through her body. She screamed into Reece’s mouth and ground into her hand. Rougher fingers toyed with her breasts, then put increasing pressure on her nipples until she thought they’d bruise. Her arousal spiked and she came, then again as she realized it was both of them touching her.

  “Salt...salt...” she begged weakly. All of the confusing hands stopped and the two of them pressed close, petting her. She melted into them, feeling like all of her bones had been removed.

  Reece laughed. “Scarlet has made me safeword an orgasm before, but I’ve never managed to get her to do it. Apparently I needed a helping hand or two.”

  “It was my pleasure. Literally. Now, are we finishing this tattoo today, or do you need a break?” He was running his fingers through her short hair and it felt exquisite. She’d pay him not to stop.

  “I need a smoke.”

  “You don’t smoke,” replied Reece.

  “Maybe I should start.”

  “Shh,” Malachi ordered. “I’m going to finish this off. Ten minutes and you’ll be all done.” He was putting on yet another pair of gloves.

  “I’m sure she can fit in two more orgasms by then,” Reece said with a cocky smirk.

  All of the muscles in Scarlet’s body objected to that idea. “Smarten up, kitten, before I turn you over my knee.”

  She eyed Scarlet appraisingly. “Nah, I’m safe for now. You get all mellow after you come. Give it a few minutes. If Mal stops tattooing before you get off again, then you’ll get dommy.”

  “Why then?” Malachi asked, starting the machine again. Just the sound of it was making Scarlet’s nipples hard. Bad, bad, bad.

  “Because Scarlet’s always much dommier when she’s horny. It’s hot.”

  Malachi chuckled and started to work on her tattoo again.

  “Take off your shirt,” Scarlet commanded, staring at Reece.

  “No! Why?”

  “Now, kitten.” She put as much growl in her words as she could, and Reece licked her lips nervously.

  “But I don’t want to,” she complained.

  “Too bad.”

  Reluctantly, Reece complied. Malachi paused for a moment to watch. When her lovely breasts were bare, Scarlet beckoned her closer. She shuffled forward, but stayed just out of reach.

  “Come. Here.”

  Reece grumbled, but moved back where Scarlet could reach her.

  “Offer them to me.”

  Blushing, the girl cupped the undersides of her tits and lifted them up higher. Her expression was a mixture of heat and humiliation.

  “Very nice,” Scarlet murmured, and her little sub averted her gaze. “Play with your nipples.”

  Reece shook her head and looked sulky, but said nothing.

  “Do it now, or you’re not going to like what happens.” If the girl called her bluff she was going to have to think fast. Coming up with consequences on the spot all the time was difficult.

  She cocked a hip and glared, but did as she was told – her reluctance evident in the awkwardness of her fingers. Within a few minutes her pout was replaced by parted lips and glazed eyes. The feel of Malachi working on her back was getting to her again, and watching Reece was making things a million times worse.

  “This is the most difficult tattoo I’ve ever done,” Malachi grumbled. “Do you have any idea how hard it is not to watch her?”

  “I’ll try to make it worth your while later.”

  He made a tortured sound, but didn’t reply.

  “Kitten, suck your finger.”

  Her big brown eyes refocused and she looked at Scarlet imploringly. “No,” she whined. “Not in front of him. Please?”

  Scarlet narrowed her eyes and frowned. “Did I make a request or give you an order, little girl?”

  “An order?”

  “Good guess.”

  “But I don’t want to!” Her fingers were tangled into the fabric of her skirt, her body tense.

  “Finger in your mouth. Right fucking now.”

  She shook her head again, but complied. Very slowly. Watching her suck on her finger, knowing she was going to obey her next command even though she didn’t want to, came pretty close to getting Scarlet off. She pushed down the need to touch herself or Reece, and concentrated on making the girl do as she said.

  “Lift your skirt and pull your panties down to your knees.”

  Malachi stopped tattooing for a moment and she could almost feel his gaze scalding her as he peered over her shoulder. The girl pulled up her flared skirt, gathered it in the crook of her arm then pulled her white lacy underwear down out of the way.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Reece arched a cultured brow at her and touched her finger to her forehead, her mouth twisted in a smirk. Little brat.

  Faster than Reece could react, Scarlet slid off the chair and grabbed her by the hair. She shoved her belly down over the tattoo chair and flipped up her skirt. She chuckled when she realized Malachi was standing frozen on the other side of the chair, his tattoo needle still in the air, and Scarlet’s face only inches offset from his crotch. It was a good thing he’d been gawking instead of tattooing, or Scarlet undoubtedly would have had a weird line tattooed down her back in red ink.

  She wound up and smacked Reece hard, drawing a yelp, then settled into spanking her ass until it was pink. With every swat, Reece squeaked and complained. When Scarlet was s
atisfied that she’d learned her lesson, she pulled Reece up by the hair.

  She pointed to a spot on the floor. “You will stand here. Spread your legs.” She hopped back up on the chair while Reece complied.

  When the little brat was in position, Malachi added, “Lift up your skirt and show your Doms your pretty pussy.”

  Reece winced and lowered her head then pulled her skirt up much slower than she had the last time. When the skirt was up and their view was unimpeded, she looked up at them shyly and bit her lip.

  Malachi swore softly. Scarlet knew just what he meant. Prettier than a picture – all soft curves and bashful reticence, Reece was a Dom’s wet dream, especially if the Dom in question had a small corruption fetish.

  “Suck your finger again then play with your clit.”

  Her index finger went back in her mouth, and she sucked at it while looking at them through the veil of her lashes.

  Malachi leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Scarlet, have mercy and please tell me I can fuck her again.”

  “After the tattoo is done we’re going to make you explode,” she whispered back.

  “If this keeps up I might get to that point without you,” he growled.

  “Then hurry up. You keep dawdling.”

  “You’re lucky you’re not a sub or I’d fucking tan your ass.”

  “Save it for our little brat, tiger. You don’t scare me.” She turned back to Reece, who was watching the exchange with interest. “Play with your clit, kitten. If you keep sucking your finger all day you’re going to get pruney.”

  Reece smiled and pulled her finger from her mouth. “You two were distracting.” She trailed her hand down her chest and belly then slipped her finger between her legs. With the opposite hand she spread apart her folds so they could see what she was doing. Her moistened finger circled her clit then she brushed over it and shivered. Her voice was soft – barely audible over the buzzing, “Watching you come made me all frustrated, Scarlet.”

  Malachi sighed heavily and resumed his work. Scarlet watched Reece pleasuring herself and wished Mal had a security camera in the room so they could watch this again later. Her head tipped back, her eyes closed, and her lips parted.

  “This is hard to do standing up. Can I sit with you?”

  Scarlet held up a hand and Malachi stopped for a moment while she shifted down. Reece settled on the pad-covered bench and leaned against the back of it, then slipped her leg out of her underwear and onto the other side of Scarlet, giving her Domme a perfect view of her naked sex. Her clit was hard and she was very pink where she’d been touching herself.

  “Do you think you can make yourself come for me?”

  “I’ll try, Scarlet.” Her expression, gaze, body language – all of it was distilled submission.

  Scarlet wished she’d brought a collar to put on her. She’d have to start carrying one in her bag.

  Reece started to touch herself again, this time giving Scarlet a much more x-rated show. Her tiny noises of pleasure frustrated Scarlet and made her want to lick her. The intermittent touch of the needle to her back made her want to scream. Her nipples were painfully hard and her body wanted to come again. Scarlet’s sore clit rubbed against her jeans when she shifted and grunted. Fuck, she’d have to get Mal to stop again soon. Reece’s moans were high-pitched and getting more desperate.

  Abruptly, Malachi stopped and wiped her skin again with the antiseptic-covered paper towel. The sting almost put her over the edge.

  “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 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.”

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bsp; “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.

  Reece nodded sagely. “They’d probably put it in their newsletter and everything.”

  Malachi tangled a rough hand in Reece’s hair. “Shut up and suck my cock, kitten. You can be funny later.”

  She mewled and tried to escape, but he gripped her hair harder and made her gasp. Slowly, he pushed her mouth to where he wanted it. When she complied, he let go – but as soon as he did she stopped again. He snarled and grabbed her hair with both hands and forced her down on his cock. She squealed and fought him, but sucked at him eagerly enough when she knew she’d lost. He fucked her mouth hard for a minute, then settled back and let her do the work.

  Reece was flushed and dazed, and looking very pleased with herself. Scarlet moved back in when there was room, and teased his shaft and balls with her lips and tongue. Under her hands, his thighs were getting tense. It was so weird that this was turning her on – weren’t girls supposed to hate this? Scarlet felt powerful – like he was at the mercy of her mouth. She and Reece switched and she did her best to find a compromise between blowjobs she’d seen in movies and listening to what Malachi’s body responded to. In moments he was trying to push them away. It was nice that he was polite, but she wasn’t bailing now. Scarlet dug her fingers into his hips and kept sucking. His cock got impossibly hard and she screwed her eyes shut during the breathless pause as he stilled. He came. For a moment she was overwhelmed as her mouth tried to figure out how to deal with it all. She choked a little and swallowed fast as Mal shouted and swore unintelligibly.

  He collapsed back on the chair, gasping for breath. Scarlet straddled him and lay on top of him. He hugged her close and drew his fingers up the untattooed side of her back. Reece nuzzled at her ear and neck, and she wriggled in frustration. Sucking his cock had turned her on worse.

  “You’re half naked. Don’t wiggle too much, or you’re going to have another hard-on to deal with.”

  “That wasn’t so bad.” She looked at him, amused.

  “Most straight girls don’t like doing that, Scarlet.” He sounded impressed. “You didn’t even spit.”