The Dom with the Clever Tongue (Badass Brats)

by Shaw, Leia

  He loved putting women in situations like this and making them squirm while he gave them pleasure, and yet somehow, for a second his conscience twinged...doing this to Reece bothered him. Lust was written in her every move. Why did he feel guilty?

  His memories of bullying surfaced. Domming girls made his alpha persona stand up and roar, but he knew, ever so well, how close the line was between doing what someone liked, and doing what you liked and coercing them into it. When he was a teenager, he’d been on the wrong side of that line.

  That isn’t me anymore though.

  No, it wasn’t. Not at all. He eyed her. Reece loved this. Her submissive side was showing more than ever before. Enjoy the ride. Make her enjoy it. That was her Dom’s job.

  While he toyed with her, Scarlet had marched a row of clothespins up one side of Reece’s abdomen then farther up to her breast. Another was sneaked closed, right onto her nipple. Reece arched, her gasp intensifying into a high-pitched sound.

  She was such a beautiful woman. They both were. He eyed Scarlet as she applied a clothespin to her other nipple then crawled up to settle kisses on those parted lips – gentle, reverent kisses, breathing in and smothering the noises Reece was making.

  Had Scarlet liked kissing him? Maybe he could try to see for sure?

  “You might want to use the vibe on her now.” He put his head down beside them, marveling. Two women kissing could enthrall him for hours. “Safeword check, Reece.” He stroked her cheek while Scarlet slipped off the table and started up the vibe. There was no doubt as to when she touched it to Reece’s clit since she gasped and bowed her back up off the table. “I’m letting her speak from now on, Scarlet.”

  “Sure.” She laughed. “I think she’ll need words soon.”

  “Make sure you safeword if you need to. Okay?”

  Though glazed of eye, Reece nodded. “’Kay.”

  That done he wormed off the table and took over the vibe. Whatever Scarlet had been doing it was barely thirty seconds before she came loudly – screeching even as the two nipple clothespins, and a few others, were plucked away by Scarlet. Panting, she relaxed onto the table.

  “Ohh, my,” Scarlet said, wide-eyed. “That’s the loudest orgasm she’s ever had. Clothespins are here to stay.”

  “The loudest? Your sub is too easy to do this to. I think she needs some tongue.”

  “Go ahead. We can swap after a while.”

  “Swap tongues?” He grinned. “Is that like swapping spit?”

  Scarlet rolled her eyes. “At least if we tag-team her, we can wear her out.”

  As he put his hands on her inner thighs to steady her, Reece breathed out a protest, pulling on the arm straps and twisting her body. “No! Wait. Wait. Pleeese.”

  He shook his head slightly and gave her an evil chuckle. After an orgasm some women needed light stimulation to keep going and others liked the same thing over and over. Finding out which was always fun.

  When he dabbed at her softly with the very tip of his tongue, Reece whimpered. As he increased pressure, her attempts to writhe away slowly changed into her desperately trying to get closer.

  “Now you want this?” He sucked on her whole clit and searched for her entrance, sinking one finger into her moist tunnel, and pumping slowly in and out. Then he backed away and tongue-flicked her clit with feather-light pressure just to see her whine and wiggle. With another finger slipped inside, he stretched her some more. She was nicely tight with the plug in her ass.

  Then more long wet strokes with the flat of his tongue.

  “Malachi!” she whispered. “Please! Please, more.”

  He licked her, slowly and torturously, straight over that little button then sucked again in a sensuous repetitive rhythm, doing that special move with his tongue now and then.

  “Ah! God! Ohh!” Another orgasm hit.

  He waited, observing her come down from the heavens, feeling ten feet tall and like a cat that had found something way better than cream.

  “More?” he asked wickedly.

  No words came from the sweaty, messed-up girl. There was only panting from her open mouth.

  “She is so contrary.” Scarlet went to all fours over Reece’s body, with her head near Malachi, watching him.

  “Want in?” He cocked an eyebrow and backed away.

  “Ooh. I never thought of that. Let’s share.”

  Both of them alternated from licking at her, caressing her body, tonguing her clit, and biting her stomach and thighs, and all the while he shoved the butt plug in and out and finger fucked her hard and fast. It sent Reece into a spin. She aroused again and again, moaning and mewing and struggling in the bondage until they found that hot rhythm where she orgasmed constantly for a minute or more.

  “That’s enough for my kitten. Time to stop.” Scarlet kissed her belly.

  He looked up at Scarlet’s face, inches away. What the hell. Sometimes you had to just do it. He reached up, and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and gave her a moment to decide if she wanted to stop him. Nothing, except he could see her pupils widen and her lips part just the tiniest amount. She waited for him to act. That, he could do.

  Relentlessly, he pulled her down to him then he kissed her. From a shocked second when she froze and did nothing, she went into a kissing meltdown, answering every move of his with one of her own. He’d never kissed anyone so hot for it. Fuck.

  When she at last broke away, Scarlet stared at him, her chest rising and falling fast. “You are something, Malachi.”

  “So are you. Now... I’m going to do what you wanted me to.” Gently, he pulled out the butt plug and set it aside. He checked Scarlet. With her leaning over, cleavage showed at the neckline of her dark blue t-shirt. “I’m getting naked and taking your girl, like you wanted. I suggest you get naked and see if your sub is up for some oral. But first let’s free her from the straps. It’s been long enough.”

  Her eyes brightened. “You just want to see us both naked.”

  Already he’d shucked his shirt and was unbuttoning his jeans. “How’d you guess?”

  By the time they’d undone all the clips and straps, and he had a condom and lube on, Scarlet was nude, having undressed while still on the table. He paused to admire her body. Then she crawled to him.

  “Show me,” she said, voice thick with passion. “I want to see your cock slide into her.”

  He glanced past her. “Does Reece have any brain cells that we haven’t pleasure-fucked into oblivion?”

  “I’m alive,” Reece croaked softly. “No thanks to you two. Come here, Scarlet.” She lifted her head. “Please?”

  Then he observed her encouraging Scarlet to lower her pussy to her mouth. At the first lick of her tongue Scarlet stiffened. “Oh fuck,” she whispered. “I need that.”

  Scarlet grabbed the vibe and switched it on, trying to distract Reece from what was happening. She touched it to her gently and Reece sobbed.

  His cock wanted in. He took hold of himself and slid it down the slick runway of Reece’s pussy lips, popping the head into her entrance there and inside, for a few inches, before he guided his cock out and down farther to nudge at her anus. The first real prod there made her yelp. “Take it easy, girl. Push out like you do with the plugs.”

  “Nooo,” she whimpered. “Don’t. I’m not ready.”

  “Yes, you are, princess.”

  “It’s too big!”

  “I’ll be careful.” He paused, but she didn’t safeword.

  Gently, he kept pressing, and he felt her opening to him. Her startled intake of breath morphed into a last desperate “No!” as he slid partially in. That moist glide said everything to his cock that it needed. Tight, wet, woman flesh. A little virgin asshole – even better. Beneath him, Reece panted, then moaned.

  “God,” Scarlet groaned, and he saw she was greedily watching him fuck Reece. “Watching her take you. That’s...fucking amazing.” She groaned again and pressed her pussy down at Reece, gasping. He could hear the wet soun
d of her sub licking at her, see Reece’s hands gripping Scarlet’s thighs.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  More swearing? From Scarlet? It must be good.

  She pressed the almost forgotten vibe against Reece’s clit and the girl cried out. Her ass muscles clamped down on him harder, and he tried to ignore the buzz of the vibe. Jeez. He wouldn’t last. He shunted in and out, going further, deeper, finally hitting bottom when his balls met Reece’s ass. He paused for a moment and let her adjust, although it was more to give himself a chance to calm down. So fucking tight it was almost painful. As he withdrew partway, he looked down to see his shaft emerging from inside her. Then he looked up at Scarlet, who had shut her eyes in pleasure, and he leaned in and met her lips to kiss her again. But she was barely able to rally any response. She was close already. A few moments later she stiffened and arched her back, her mouth dropping open as she came.

  Fuck, so was he going to, embarrassingly soon, even though he wasn’t game to thrust hard. Just the knowledge of where and who he had his dick in amped this up to molten level. His balls tightened down.

  Idea. A fucking good one.

  “Go kiss Reece,” he grated out, determined to hold out just that bit longer. “I think she wants that.”

  Her eyes flashed open and she stared.

  He added, quieter but with passion, “I’d like to see your ass when I come.”

  Oh, the flare in her eyes at that.

  Was she really a lesbian, through and through, or could he tempt her? Because if she turned, surely that meant something?

  And then, she did as he asked. Now he had her glistening swollen slit in front of his nose. Jesus.

  His body was screaming at him. He drove into Reece’s ass, retaining a vestige of control, even though he was aching, cramping up nearly. So close…

  Reece was making noises of pleasure and clutching Scarlet. Scarlet had her ass backed up to his face. The temptation was too much. He bit inside her thigh, inches from her cleft, and reached up to pinch her nipples then he came sometime in the middle of someone, maybe both girls, climaxing loudly.

  He shuddered.

  God damn.

  What the hell? Had biting her made her come, or was that Reece?

  He lowered his head, rested his forehead on Scarlet’s ass as she collapsed a little onto Reece.

  Everyone breathed in one big panting, sweaty, messy, heap of bodies. He didn’t care. He was in paradise. Maybe later he could sort out who came when from what.

  A minute later came a plaintive, “You’re squishing me,” from Reece.

  He and Scarlet laughed but untangled themselves. Scarlet hopped down from the table and switched off the vibe, which had fallen, forgotten, onto the floor at some point. The rattling buzz of the handle on the floor made it sound irritated at their rude treatment.

  They cuddled in the shower – all of them fatigued at the passion they’d shared. Reece was so tired her legs wobbled. Finally, showered and clean, the three of them still naked, they snuggled on his bed with the sleepy submissive tucked between them. This bed was too damned small.

  “Was that good?” Scarlet murmured next to her ear while he played with the feathery hair at Reece’s nape.

  “Mmm. Good,” she answered softly. “But I’m so sore.”

  “Really?” He kissed her nape.

  “Really, you evil bastard torturer.”

  That made him chuckle.

  “I think she likes you.” Scarlet snorted.

  She shook her head against the pillow. “When he falls asleep I’m putting his underwear in the freezer.”

  Soon though, her breathing slowed and deepened into the rhythm of sleep. He leaned over to peek at her face. So cute, and somehow also heartrending, to watch her sleep.

  He and Scarlet exchanged smiles then he reached across and lightly stroked down her arm. “Thank you for sharing.”

  “You’re welcome.” Even she sounded hazed out.

  “And thank you for coming when I bit you.”

  That woke her. “I did not!”

  “You sure?”

  “Shit. Maybe I did.” She flushed, visibly, while he studied her. “I was a little overwhelmed.”

  He nodded, trying not to grin and mostly succeeding. “Understandable. I am a bit fucking awesome.”

  “Smugness isn’t a good look for a Dom.” She glowered and pouted at the same time.

  “Mmm.” He figured he’d stretched things as far as was polite and snuggled back down into Reece’s hair. The grin slowly came back. A team of cheerleaders with pom poms and party horns was in order.

  Something popped loudly out in the living room and the lights dimmed for a moment. The smell of smoke drifted in. He leapt off the bed and dashed out the door, but found himself being closely followed by Scarlet.

  Next to the table, they found the vibe smoking. The cord had separated entirely from the base of the vibe and melted a spot of plastic into the timber floor.

  “Oh my god!” Scarlet yelped then started to laugh nervously. “We exploded the vibe! I didn’t even know that was possible. Thank goodness I wasn’t using it on Reece when it decided to blow.”

  Malachi carefully picked it up off the floor and examined the broken end. “Do you think this is covered under the warranty?”

  She chuckled. “I could try claiming but I don’t think forced orgasms are listed in the small print.”

  Chapter 13

  Mother Nature finally realized it was spring. Instead of frigid May nights and semi-warm days, the first of June felt like a delicious taste of summer. The sun beat down on the ocean plaza and Reece turned her face into it. Growing up going to the beach with her cousins and grandma had turned her into a beach bunny, despite the mad summer rush. Just being there in the salty air made her feel young again. She smiled. Later in the season, she’d drag Scarlet into the waves and laugh as she whined about jellyfish.

  With a hand up to shield the sun from her eyes, she gazed at the sparkling blue in the distance. Maybe Scarlet would have time for a quick beach walk before she had to go back to work after lunch. Then she caught sight of her.

  Though Scarlet’s body was athletic, she still had a feminine sway when she walked. She’d never admit it of course. Wearing a dirty t-shirt and equally dirty jeans, she sauntered up the sidewalk toward where Reece was waiting in front of the coffee shop. She’d taken her tool belt off at least. Though Reece had to admit it was pretty damn sexy. Nothing drew attention to a woman’s hips like a thick belt around them. Especially with Scarlet, who’d used one on Reece just the day before.

  Even though she didn’t love pain, the fact that she’d forced her to take it anyway more than made up for the welts she’d complained about after. And now she was getting wet thinking about it.

  “Hey, kitten,” Scarlet said with a smile then pecked her on the cheek. They were careful about PDA. Just because they lived in a liberal part of the country didn’t mean there weren’t still prejudices. It wasn’t worth pissing people off for just a kiss or two.

  “You look sexy.” Reece looked her over while exaggerating licking her lips.

  Scarlet chuckled then turned to the shop. “Come on. I’m starving and I don’t have a lot of time. Jude is a slave driver.”

  As Scarlet opened the door for Reece, she gave her a wink at the private joke.

  Inside the shop, they both stared up at the menu. “What are you getting?” Scarlet asked.

  “Salad.”

  Scarlet looked at her. “You’re getting too skinny. Eat some real food.”

  “Too skinny!” she almost yelled.

  “I like you curvy. If you’re too skinny, I’m worried I’ll break you.”

  She snorted. “I’ll eat the croutons instead of taking them off.”

  They ordered their food then sat at a table near the window. Scarlet talked work for a few minutes, describing the condition of this fixer-upper they’re working on for a rich couple invested in flipping it. Reece nodded supportive
ly, doing her girlfriend duty. Most of the time, she had no idea what Scarlet was talking about, but she never said so. It was probably the same for Scarlet when Reece started talking clutches versus handbags. When Scarlet seemed done with work stories, Reece changed the subject.

  “What time are we meeting Mal tonight?”

  “Eight, I think.” She smirked at Reece. “You scared?”

  “No.” Her gaze flicked to the window to avoid eye contact. She was very scared. Scarlet was getting her first tattoo then they had their last play session together. Malachi had said it would be special but that could mean anything.

  Scarlet chuckled. “Liar.”

  She scowled at her smug girlfriend. “I still have to get through the rest of the day. I’m travelling to two boutiques to talk shoes. Not a terrible commute but it stressful enough that I don’t want to think about tonight.”

  Something rubbed up against her bare calf. Scarlet leaned in, her eyes half-hooded. “But thinking about it, anticipating it, is the best part.”

  She kicked Scarlet’s foot away from her leg. “Not for me!”

  Scarlet merely grinned. Bitch. She tried to think of another topic change then her text alert went off and she exhaled in relief. She pulled her phone out of her bag and frowned at the message.

  “What is it?” Scarlet asked.

  “My brother.”

  “Oh! That’s right. It’s your dad’s birthday soon, isn’t it?”

  She nodded then put the phone away.

  “Are they having a party?”

  “Just a dinner with my brother and his family.” Max and his wife had an infant son that Reece adored. She wished she could see them more often but...

  “Am I ever going to get to meet them?” Scarlet asked, for the millionth time in the past few months. It was only fair to inquire. Reece had been putting it off for a long time.

  “It’s complicated.”

  Scarlet sighed loudly then sat back in her seat. “You always say that.”

  Because it was! Ever since her mother had run off when she and her brother were young, her dad had been their sole parent. The fact that she was in the fashion industry was hard for him to understand. She’d always felt guilty she didn’t turn out the way he wanted. Not that he ever said so, but he was a fisherman – her brother was a fisherman. Maybe he hadn’t expected that of her but fashion... It was so out of the blue, she always wondered if she’d disappointed him.