The Dom with the Clever Tongue (Badass Brats)

by Shaw, Leia

  By the time he shifted focus down to her breast, they had her pinned to the couch. He could see how much she wanted this and let his whole hand hold the underside of her breast for a long moment while he studied her there, nudging at her nipple with his nose and inhaling.

  “Malachi...” Her voice went up at the end. Desperate thing.

  Teasing never harmed anyone, and he wanted to prolong this moment. At last he had Reece under his hand, begging him.

  “You smell amazing.” Then he nipped her several times around the edge of her areola, making her squeak and try to free her arm. The very center poked out as high and firm as it could. When he finally latched on to suck at her breast, Scarlet slid down and did the same to the other. The two of them controlling her and teasing her together threatened to explode the little submissive.

  He was sure they could coax her to come more than once. A few times he ventured a glance at Scarlet. He’d love to make her come too. Not likely to happen. But he found the bottom of Reece’s dress with his exploring hand and went up under it, burrowing a finger between lace and skin and finding her soaked.

  When his finger touched another finger, Scarlet winked at him.

  Together they played with her down there. If her panties weren’t stretched beyond repair he’d be shocked. From her frantic movements, having both a man and a woman playing with her was way too much torture. She pulled on his hair, arched up at them, and rubbed herself on their bodies. All the while her eyes stayed shut.

  A thought spun past. The sub should have her eyes open. Next time. If there was one. “Like a volcano down here. Hot, wet, ready to overflow.”

  Scarlet snorted but smiled up at her lover. “She gets that way.”

  Reece groaned as if wanting to smack him. “Don’t...don’t say that. Keep...”

  The incoherence of her reply had him grinning. When he bit her nipple and swirled his finger along her slit, she arched her body even more and completely descended into the animalistic sounds of an overcome woman close to an orgasm.

  He wasn’t sure if it was his fingers that hit the jackpot or Scarlet’s but moments later Reece stiffened and gasped out her climax. With all the wetness, it was easy to find her entrance and push a finger inside. Struck by boldness and seeing that Scarlet wasn’t protesting, he slid down Reece’s body onto the floor. With her legs spread before him, he sneaked aside the crotch of her panties and went down on her. When she struggled to writhe away from his tongue, he wrapped his arms over her thighs.

  “You’re mean.” Scarlet chuckled. “Keep going. I’ll hold her down too.”

  “Scarlet!” Reece gasped out, but by then he had her little clit responding well. If there was one thing he’d mastered as a Dom and a man, it was oral.

  He engulfed her clit with his lips and sucked. Flick. Suck. That tongue thing he did that made women crazy. She groaned loudly and clutched his shoulders with her legs. The taste of this aroused little woman made his cock so ready for action. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself in where his fingers now stroked. Her legs rode higher, crossing over at his back and pulling him in closer.

  “Oh god! God!” When she shuddered into another loud orgasm, her pussy pressed up hard at his mouth so he stayed there. The way she shook and her noises, her taste on his tongue, was awesome...he licked her one last time, unwilling to give her up so soon. His fingers still inside her, he rose up to watch her face as she rode out the last of it, her walls clamping onto him in small hot spasms. Scarlet observed both of them.

  “She’s beautiful when she comes,” he murmured for her benefit.

  “Yes, she is.”

  “Shush.” Reece opened one eye.

  “Shush?” He growled and wormed a second finger into her, shoved them both higher so her bottom lifted a half-inch off the couch. Her gasp and the way she shot her hand down and overlaid his hand in her panties made him twitch to dominate her. “I want to fuck you.” He addressed both of them. “I may be able to back away, but my cock could nuke half the town when it goes off.”

  Slowly, he let her back down and pulled his hand out of her panties, leaving her sprawled against the couch in disarray. Her eyes were hooded and her hand slipped weakly off his wrist. He smiled in satisfaction.

  “Well, we wouldn’t want that.” Scarlet’s twisted grin made fun of his words, but she and Reece exchanged that little unspoken communication. There must have been some question in the girls’ eyes but Scarlet nodded.

  Christ.

  Then flushed, sweaty-browed, disheveled Reece whispered back to her, “I want to do it to you at the same time. I want to go down on you.”

  The intensity in Scarlet’s expression, in the dance of her eyes and heave of her breasts, made him wonder if she suffered as much as he did.

  “Blue balls too?” He tilted an eyebrow.

  “If you have a condom on you, get undressed,” she rasped.

  “A man never leaves home without one.”

  They all stripped fast. Him, whipping off shirt and jeans and underwear so quickly that Reece was still unclipping her bra at the back, though her dress had pooled at her feet. Scarlet was naked. Where Reece was soft and womanly in every aspect, he could see the hint of muscle in Scarlet’s build. Her shoulders were sculpted yet feminine. She made him want to bite down on those and made him wonder who would win in a wrestling match. He would, of course. Trying her though would be fun.

  “Not me, big man.” She edged her chin at Reece. “Her.”

  This time he just stepped in and helped with it all. Peeling Reece out of her bra and red panties was like getting to eat the icing off a cake. While Scarlet slid the bra straps down her arms and kissed her senseless, he licked his way down her quivering back. Long muscles, warm woman. Under his palm and mouth, her back and the sumptuous swell of her ass were nirvana enshrined.

  “I’d use my teeth to pull these down but I’m not that flexible.” With the panties pinched in his fingers, he guided the soaked scrap of lace past the curve of her butt and down her legs.

  “Come here, kitten.” Scarlet sat on the couch while urging Reece to her hands and knees. Then she spread her legs and drew her girlfriend in close, playing with strands of her hair. Sensuously, she ran her tongue along her top lip, anticipating. “Put your mouth on me.”

  As he surveyed the little panorama of lesbian sex, his tongue froze. His throat closed in. His cock went to full mast with a vengeance. The two of them together were incandescent hot. But nothing undid him more than a woman presenting her ass to him and revealing a thoroughly aroused slit – gleaming with moisture and her labia pink and swollen. His gaze focused on where his cock needed to go.

  In a few seconds, he’d retrieved a condom from his pants. He fumbled rolling it on, distracted by the sight of Scarlet’s throat working and then her head going back as she groaned. That and the little sounds of licking said Reece had found exactly the right place.

  He smiled inside, thinking of all the practice the two of them must have had at cunnilingus. If only he’d been there.

  When he crouched behind Reece and put his hand on her ass, she wriggled, inviting him in. He kneeled and used his thumbs on either side of her cleft to open her, then fed the head of his cock in a small distance, enough to trigger the clench of her muscles.

  “Fuck.” The squeeze on his cock sent an enormous pulse through him.

  A shudder took Reece as he slowly thrust in deeper, driving in toward her center, taking her. He’d craved this for so many years, and now he had her, his cock inside her. He reached forward and took a twist of her hair to push her onto Scarlet only to find the other woman’s hand there too.

  “My half.” She chuckled then forced Reece’s head down a little more onto her mound.

  He let go, amused at the dividing up of territory. The way Scarlet went from looking at Reece eating her pussy, to him fucking her, then back and forth again, and the rapid amping up of her arousal...it made him wonder.

  How lesbian was a girl who
liked seeing a man sticking his cock in her girlfriend? A fetish? A kink? Or more?

  Thinking could wait. With his hands wrapped around Reece’s hips, he found his rhythm. Spearing into Reece’s warmth while the two women filled the room with a loud mess of moans and gasps scorched his brain into full-on fucking mode.

  Fuck her hard until she knew she’d had a man take her.

  Scarlet writhed back in a full-body arch, screaming, and with her legs wrapped around Reece. He plowed into Reece until his thighs smacked hard into the back of hers. She shuddered, clamping in on his cock as he spurted into her. For those few glorious seconds, his eyes rolled upward.

  At last, mind back in the game, he unclawed his fingers from her skin. The three of them stayed together, catching their breath. After a while, he withdrew then moved up and gave Reece a last kiss, pleased at the bemused sleepiness on her face.

  His nostrils flared. The taste from her moist lips would be from Scarlet. It was tempting to pull her into a kiss too. She was there, within reach, smiling into her girlfriend’s hair while mussing it up. But, no.

  What was the etiquette now? Leave? He wasn’t really part of their relationship. He stood, looking toward the kitchen. Bathroom though?

  “Can I grab a shower?”

  Reece sat up on her knees and turned her head. “Malachi Johansson, are you planning to just leave? You can stay a while, if you want. Come on. Let’s all go to bed. I get the shower first.” She rose to her feet and headed off for the hallway, nude, picking up clothes as she went.

  As if she’d been naked before him a hundred times, Scarlet got up and followed her. Then she stopped at the hall entrance. “Stay tonight. She wants you to. Just keep to your side. Okay?”

  “Okay.” He nodded. Now who was bemused? Not that he was going to refuse sleeping with these two incarnations of Eve.

  All he could think of in the shower was holy crap, what have I stumbled into? A passing phase? Or would this happen again?

  * * *

  Things clued him in as he blinked awake – the gentle hum of the air-conditioning, the brushed steel frames of the French doors leading onto a balcony, the scent of perfume and of women’s bodies. Even the quilt was a work of art.

  “You awake, Malachi?” Reece asked quietly from behind him. Light as a sigh, her fingers rested on his biceps.

  He didn’t turn over. His morning erection had arrived. No wonder. At least he’d remembered to put his boxers on last night. “Your bedroom is beautiful. Even this cover.” He plucked at the quilt.

  Her fingers moved on his skin. “Wow. I’d forgotten how hard a man’s muscles were.” Did he imagine the tone of wonderment? “I never thought I’d like tattoos...” Her words trailed off as her fingers traced over the patterns on his arm. “I like them on you.”

  Hoping his dick wasn’t showing under the sheet, he turned over. “Thanks. Gemma did that one. Or she finished it.” He eyed Reece’s somewhat unveiled body. The sheet wasn’t pulled up to her neck and revealed skin with no sign of a top at all. Though Scarlet sat up and propped her chin on Reece’s neck, he couldn’t help noticing the drape of the sheet lower down, over what seemed like a naked breast.

  Suspicious he asked them directly. “Am I the only one wearing anything?”

  “I don’t remember. Last night got a bit crazy.” Scarlet lifted the sheet and peeked. “We’ve both got underwear on. You?”

  “Boxers. But I have less...” He grinned, unearthed his hand from the sheet and gestured at them. “Less to show.”

  He eyed the hint of Reece’s nipples showing through the sheet. “I don’t mind. Equality of the sexes is fine with me. We can all go without shirts.”

  Scarlet snorted. “Pervert.”

  “You’re one to talk,” Reece said, laughing.

  Scarlet arched a brow, but her twitching lips said she was teasing. “Are you calling your Domme a pervert?”

  “You’re more of a pervert than you are a Domme.”

  He could tell it was meant to be a glib but it made Scarlet flinch back. Hurt and anger crossed her features but she seemed lost as to what to do.

  Feeling the weight of his responsibility as a teacher, he gave her a little hint. “That was disrespectful, Reece, even if it was a joke. Respect is one of the cores of a D/s relationship.” He looked at Scarlet. “You need to do something about that.” While he’d said this Reece remained silent but he’d noticed the creep of a blush on her neck and cheek.

  Scarlet nodded, looking down, clearly thinking this through. “I know. What do you suggest?”

  “Immediate punishment. What, is entirely up to you. I would make her apologize too. There’s fun teasing and there’s insults. I wouldn’t accept my sub implying I wasn’t a true Dom. Spanking is my preference.”

  “Kitten. Look at me.”

  Reece swallowed and turned slowly to Scarlet. Their gazes connected and Reece’s face softened.

  “Are you sorry?”

  Malachi sat up. She was gnawing her lip. Good.

  She sighed then put her hand on Scarlet. “Yes.”

  “Get down on the floor, kneel, and say it then. And I want to hear respect in your voice.”

  She gasped.

  Heedless of her lack of clothing, Scarlet threw off the sheet and got up on her knees to stare down at her girl. She lowered her head without breaking eye contact. “Now.”

  Reece’s arms were folded over her breasts, hiding them but Scarlet was giving a show of hers. He had to wrench his focus back to Reece.

  Blushing, she looked at Malachi then back to Scarlet, clearly embarrassed at the audience. “Do I have to?” she asked so quietly he could barely hear her.

  “If you don’t want to be punished in front of him, you shouldn’t brat in front of him. And if you’re truly sorry, you’d do what I say.”

  Slowly, pouting, she rolled over and crawled off the bed. Black boy-shorts this time. See-through lace, again. He almost groaned. On the floor, she got up on her knees. Her head was down at first. She shuffled in place.

  “Now, kitten. Look me in the eyes.”

  With Scarlet sitting on the edge of the bed, he couldn’t see much, so he moved over and sat next to her.

  When she finally looked up, Reece’s eyes were red-rimmed as if this was truly affecting her. She swallowed once. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m sorry.”

  “Good. Thank you for apologizing.”

  Such a gentle D/s relationship, but he liked it. He’d probably go harder than this but not by a huge amount. That cute ass of Reece’s though. He’d never have resisted spanking it until it glowed bright pink.

  “How did that make you feel, apologizing to your Domme like this?”

  “My Domme?” This time she frowned at Scarlet. “So I am a sub? That word...” She shook her head. “It still doesn’t seem to fit me.”

  This amused him though he’d never say so. Reece was one of the most sweetly submissive women he’d ever met – once you got past the work persona. But for some reason, she was still fighting it. “Words take on the meaning that works best for you. Emotions attach to those words.” He nodded at Scarlet. “What you two have is unique for you.”

  “We don’t have to use the word submissive,” Scarlet offered then smiled. “You’re more like a pretty little pet anyway.”

  Reece rolled her eyes.

  “Did you like kneeling for me, pet?”

  She blushed.

  “Reece.”

  “Sort of. A bit.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  Now that was getting somewhere close to how a submissive felt. He knew the signs. But he wouldn’t say more. It needed to develop naturally.

  “You feel you deserved punishment?” Scarlet murmured, reaching down and holding her delicately by the jaw.

  She swallowed hard and nodded shakily as her Domme stroked her.

  “Scarlet, how do you feel about making her apologize?”

  “Good. Very satisfied that she obeyed me.
It pleases me a lot seeing you kneeling and saying sorry, kitten.” Then Scarlet turned and looked at him. “None of this would’ve happened without you, so...thank you. I really appreciate your help.”

  Then a blush colored her cheeks. “Though last night...”

  Ahh. Here it was. He’d been waiting for that to be dismissed. “I’m sorry. We had a bit much to drink.”

  “No! No. I didn’t mean that. I was close enough to sober. I knew what I was doing.” She glanced at Reece, pulled her to her side. “We both did.”

  He nodded, looking from one to the other. “I’m glad.” Some men had a cuckolding kink. Was it just him thinking this or did Scarlet have a thing about getting him to touch her girl?

  This was awkward. It would’ve been better in some ways to have gone home last night. Except who was he kidding? He wouldn’t miss being around these women even if they did break his heart.

  Time to go. Clothes, needed clothes.

  “Stay for breakfast.” Reece slipped from Scarlet’s embrace and headed for the walk-in wardrobe. “We’ll make pancakes.”

  His reply slipped out. “Okay.” He found his own jeans on the floor and began to slide them on. “By the way, I have to tell you about Izzy. I had an idea the other day. She writes for the local paper sometimes. Maybe she could get your prom dress thing some good press?”

  “Cool!” Reece stuck her head from the closet. “We must discuss that.”

  “You know you don’t have to dress for breakfast. I can bear it.”

  “Funny man.” Scarlet threw a pillow at him. He caught it and threw it back hard enough to wind her. They almost, almost, escalated into a true pillow fight but both just ended up grinning. He’d have been tempted to try out wrestling and that could be dangerous.

  When she tossed the pillow to the bed, the shifting slopes and contours of her pretty female anatomy drew his eye. She noticed and smiled.

  “Men. You never give up do you?”

  “Nope. Unless we’re dead.”

  He’d have thought no more of it except her returning gaze turned into a quick up and down study of his body. Her expression mirrored Reece’s just before she kissed him – lust, hidden, held back, but still lust.