Chapter 9
When was the last time he’d hung around at a girl’s place to help her sew? Never. He may as well wear a t-shirt with I’m available if you want to jump my bones on the front.
“Help” was an exaggeration. It was more like watching Reece sew and grabbing foreign sparkly items for her. Reece occasionally employed his muscles to rip seams or carry bolts of cloth.
He wandered over to the second of the clothes-wearing dummies set up in the middle of the living room floor and tried to look knowledgeable as he circumnavigated it. The dress was blue and long but he needed a real woman in it to tell much. A pile of bags off to one side contained the yet-to-be-improved gowns. A rack with gowns hanging from it held completed ones.
The place resembled a clothes shop hit by a hurricane – a rainbow-inducing hurricane at that. Prom dresses seemed designed to scald the eyes with their brilliance.
The front door banged shut. Scarlet must be back.
“What do you think?” Reece had paused, mumbling a little with two pins in her mouth.
“Not bad.” He scratched his goatee. “Could use another sparkly thing on the bottom to lure those unsuspecting males. Other than that, thumbs up.”
Reece took the pins from her mouth. “Lure? Unsuspecting?” She shook her head. “Not good for teenagers. I’m not clothing date rape bait.”
He decided that birds with their mating displays had nothing on what women did to attract men.
In the process of attaching a lace panel to the magenta gown her dummy wore, Reece bent her knees to stick another pin into the fabric lower down. The cozy temperature in the apartment meant he’d taken off his coat and she’d only bothered to don a simple black dress. It was nicely short. Whenever she squatted, the dress revealed a devastating vista of ample thighs. More than once he’d been hit with an impulse to put his hand there.
Not polite. The girl was Scarlet’s, not his.
“Is that the one you plan to wear, Malachi?” Scarlet said brightly as she tapped up to them in low-heeled boots, jeans, and a snappy black leather coat.
“Pay me enough and I’ll do anything. Except wear aircraft landing lights.” He flicked the trail of shiny spots. “I’m allergic to them.”
“They’re sequins.” Reece said absentmindedly, still placing pins, but her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her from the back and kissed her neck. Then she gently made Reece stand and turn. Reece sighed dramatically. “I can’t pin anything if I’m not looking.”
“I know, baby, but your eyes...” She swiped a finger delicately under Reece’s eye. “So red.”
“It’s the hazard of this time of year. If I don’t get these done, I’ll let someone down.” She ducked her head to look at Scarlet from under her eyelashes. “It’s important to me. You know that.” She popped another pin in her mouth then eyed the manikin.
“And I can’t even kiss you with all those pins in your mouth.” This time Scarlet sighed. “Malachi have you ever dated a girl who was a porcupine?”
He chuckled. “Can’t say I have.”
Ignoring them, she placed the last pin in the fabric at the bust. “You two go have a private pity party while I do the work. Just leave me alone. I don’t think I need any more muscle, but thanks for the help.”
Scarlet hissed between her teeth. “How long since she had a break, Malachi?”
He got the drift. “Too long. Where do you want her? Kitchen stool?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll do the carrying, but you need to disarm her.” He gestured at the pair of scissors in her hand. At least the pins were gone.
“Okay.”
Reece looked from one to the other of them, her eyebrows raised. “No. No way. Give me another half an hour.”
Mouth firm, eyes set, Scarlet put out her hand, palm up. “Scissors.”
“Ohhh! This is so annoying.” She shook her head, eyes shut, exasperation brimming. “Fine!” But she didn’t give the scissors to Scarlet, instead placing them on the desk that held the sewing machine. “There. I can walk.” She scowled at Malachi.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Besides, how often did he get permission to pick up an armful of girl like this? Before Scarlet rescinded her agreement, he scooped up Reece. “Your eyes are probably so worn out you’d trip and land in a basket of sequins.”
“Put me down!” She huffed as he strode for the kitchen with her in his arms. “At least then you’d be allergic to me and have to stay away.”
Before he could check himself, he replied, “I’d rather die of sequins poisoning than stay away from you.”
Oh fuck. Before he could instead die of foot-in-mouth disease, both she and Scarlet laughed so he grinned and went with it. Thank god they both had a sense of humor.
“I’ll get the groceries I left at the door,” Scarlet said.
In the kitchen, he placed her on the stool at the breakfast bar then went to the coffee maker and switched it on. A herd of used mugs sat on the sink so he ran some water for dishes.
While it filled he asked, “How do you like your coffee?”
“Low fat milk and Splenda.” She reached down and rubbed her feet. “Stupid how sore my feet get sewing. My eyes, my feet, my head.”
“You have a headache?” The pleasant warmth of the dishwater, the conversation, the way they assumed he was here to help them...he just fit in. It made him feel like he was home, or somewhere so familiar he’d visited for years. It also made him sad, because it was a lie.
“Um. A small one.” Reece rubbed her temples.
“Maybe no more coffee then. Do you have tea? I think I saw some.”
“We have chamomile.” Scarlet came in and plonked two plastic bags of groceries on the counter and started putting them away. “It’s nasty though.”
“Eww.” Reece pulled a face. “Yeah, it’s gross. Coffee is fine.”
“So headache. Foot ache. Eye ache.” He put the last cup on the draining board. “No coffee for you for the rest of the day.”
After perching on a stool next to Reece, Scarlet beckoned to her. “Put your feet here.”
Reece leaned back into the corner of the counter and put her feet on Scarlet’s lap. “What are we having for dinner? Ohmigod, that’s good. Sooo good.” She groaned as Scarlet kept up the massage of her soles, digging her fingers in deep.
“You, pet, are having... Oh shit, I forgot to buy chicken. I got the onions, garlic, tomatoes, bread, all the other stuff.” She sighed. “I’ll go back to the store.”
“Tell you what. You girls stay here and I’ll get us some takeout from a new restaurant I want to try. Mongolian food.”
“Mongolian?” Reece looked incredulous. “You’re serious?”
“I am. One of my hobbies. Trying different takeout. You have to be fast, though. The Turkish one only lasted a month before they closed.” He looked at them both. “Agreed? Anything else? Some beer? Wine?”
“Nuh-uh.” Reece waved her hand. “I have an hour I can sew after dinner, at least. No alcohol.”
“Get wine. She’s not sewing after dinner.”
Reece opened her mouth to protest but Scarlet cut her off. “Don’t argue or there will be tickle torture.”
“Scarlet,” she grumped. “I have to!”
“No, kitten. You’ll wear yourself out. We’ll get back to work tomorrow morning, I promise. I’ll even be your human pincushion.” The tension in Reece’s body was obvious. “Please, baby. Take a break.” Scarlet stroked Reece’s legs and the girl’s eyes started to drift shut.
Then she gave in with a sigh. “Okay.”
Scarlet smiled at her tired girl then turned to look at him. “How much money do you need, Malachi?”
“It’s on me.” He waved off her offer and headed out.
Since he wasn’t sure what sort of wine they liked he selected a few different types at the liquor store, figuring he could always take it with him if they refused to drink it. And then, as an afterthought, he picked out some gourmet beers. The Mongolian restaurant takeout menu had been chock full of hearty-sounding meals. Beer might go better with the strong flavors than most wine.
They ended up eating on the couch since Reece declared she wanted to slouch back into some soft cushions rather than be all polite at the dining table. The coffee table had the four different dishes on it as well as the four bottles of wine. When he’d asked which they’d like to drink, Scarlet admitted she’d only agreed with wine since he was buying.
“This doesn’t taste a bit like rum and coke.” She screwed up her nose then took another sip from her goblet of merlot.
“I should hope not!” Reece was in the middle, between them.
Somehow she ended up there whenever they sat together. It was as if he and Scarlet automatically wanted to corral her in. He rolled that idea around – it was probably philosophically correct. Given half a chance, he’d co-dom the woman. If only.
“We can’t all be as hardcore as you, Scarlet. Some people like to have some taste to their alcohol instead of just being hit over the head with it.”
“What’s the point of drinking if it doesn’t hit you over the head?” Scarlet gave her a wicked grin. “Other than to take advantage of pretty girls, like you.”
She giggled. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Mistress?” She looked amused. “I like the sound of that.” Then she reached across the back of the couch and poked Malachi on the shoulder. “Am I allowed to use that? Mistress? Or do I need a PhD in BDSM?”
“You can call yourself whatever you want. Long as whatever you do is safe, or as safe as you can make it, and consensual. There are no BDSM police. It’s all about what you and your partner or partners want to do.”
The little flare of awareness in Scarlet’s eyes at his statement made him tweak into an alert state. Partners …plural – had that been the word that excited her? It had slipped out, maybe because it was always at the back of his mind around these two.
Seemed like the wine was getting to her. He reassessed himself. When he looked up, the ceiling was doing a slow spin. He was slightly drunk. Not surprising since there were two empty bottles on the table along with the plates. And a beer he’d tried as well. Mostly because it was Mongolian and what else did you drink with Mongolian lamb?
Reece wriggled and rested her head on Scarlet’s shoulder. He couldn’t help dropping his gaze to ogle her gorgeous legs. A slim frilled red line at the hem of the dress, said her panties were in danger of showing.
When she’d crawled to him and Scarlet the other night with her top off and only those white ruffled panties concealing down below... Damn.
That sight was seared into his memory – her breasts hanging down, swaying a little as she crawled. Like that they were the perfect shape for a Dom to reach down and handle them. The darker areolae on her pale skin were like cute targets. Then, when she sat up and he asked her to let him put the clothespin on her tongue and she obediently stuck it out...
He shook his head, aware his erection had popped back up like an inflatable toy. Not that it hadn’t been up most of the day and evening. The proximity of these two beautiful women meant being forever tantalized by their scent and the contours of their bodies.
Scarlet met his eyes. After she flicked her gaze toward his lap, a gentle knowing smile grew. She stroked Reece’s back then drew her up into a kiss. Before long Reece was moaning and squirming as the kiss got serious. Her legs curled up onto the couch and the ankle of her uppermost leg ended up on his thigh. Another unexpected squirm and, unawares, she brushed her toes on his erection through the cloth of his jeans.
He hissed and noticed a smirk on Scarlet’s face as she came up for air.
“I have that trouble sometimes too when we’re in public.”
“What, Scarlet?” Reece murmured.
She chuckled. “Shh. None of your business. I’m talking to another Dom.”
“None of my –” Then Scarlet put her hand on her mouth for a second and all he heard was a muffled protest.
Chuckling, he stood. “I’ll bring the dishes into the kitchen. Keep going.”
“We will.” She sent him a calculating and somewhat evil look. “Come back soon.”
What in the world did that mean? An invitation to join in?
He didn’t hurry too much, but since he wasn’t planning to do dishes again, it was all of three or four minutes to move the plates and glasses and bottles and scrape unwanted food into the garbage. He washed and dried his hands, and walked back in, mostly in a straight line. Well, he hadn’t dropped anything so he couldn’t be that drunk, right?
At least the girls weren’t asking him to do any kink.
When he entered the living room, they were still kissing, except now Scarlet had the front of Reece’s dress undone almost to her waist and her bra cups pushed down below her breasts.
Red lacy bra, so it matched the panties. The whole montage was enough to make him wonder if it was his birthday this time.
That white-blond short hairstyle of Scarlet’s set off everything perfectly, and centered her in his vision. One female creature at another, licking her lips, making her prey groan and strain to rub herself on her captor. The perfect exposure of the breasts, the curl of the black dress beneath the bottom, the see-through red panties showing the divide of her ass. The writhe of thighs. Fuck.
An erotic jigsaw puzzle that made him wonder if his dick could get any more erect than it was. The pulse of the thing would drive him nuts soon.
Then Scarlet broke the kiss so she could stand to take off her jeans. From the mostly undone zip and button, Reece had been busy. She shimmied them down. White underthings this time. Cotton and practical but they rode up into Scarlet’s cleft like they were designed to show off every part of her sex. Now he had two posteriors to stare at. With one long finger, Scarlet pointed at the vacant spot on the couch where he’d been before.
Should he? His cock answered for him and he slid into his place next to Reece. Challenge accepted. He wasn’t pushing in though. He’d wait. This was a woman and her submissive and mistaking the cues would be disastrous. Even somewhat tipsy he knew when to go slow.
Though Reece managed a fleeting look at him, Scarlet distracted her. The kiss went southward, across that soft white shoulder, down the upper curve of her breast, as Scarlet shifted their position until she was more on top of her girl with her knee keeping her legs apart. No doubt that knee was pushing in on her groin from the increasing loudness of Reece’s noises.
He was impressed at the fortitude of this new-fledged Domme. She kissed what seemed every inch of flesh of Reece’s heavenly breasts except the nipples and had her writhing like a woman in heat.
“More. Please, Scarlet,” she squeaked, attempting control by trying to pull down Scarlet’s head.
“Let go.”
“Scarlet, please.” She thrust her breast upward. “I need you to –”
The next whisper struck him like a blow.
“Hold your breast up so Malachi can kiss you there.”
He was ready to play dumb and get a refusal but Reece turned to him immediately and stared, absorbing him with those big brown eyes. Even the curve of her dark eyebrows were perfect. She was an amazingly sexy woman.
“Malachi? No, I can’t! He wouldn’t want that.” When a tiny frown appeared on her brow at the same time as she sucked on her lip, his desire shot up ten times hotter.
“Oh, he does. Guaranteed.” Scarlet laughed throatily but she held Reece’s chin and seemed to check out her expression. “And, baby, I think you do too.”
“No.” She ducked her head.
Where was this going? Did Reece have a non-con fetish? There was nothing better he liked to role-play.
“Do you hear that?” Scarlet said. “No safeword. Come over here and take what you want.” She slipped her hand down to Reece’s throat. “Stay right there for the big bad man to come get you.”
“Scarlet. Nooo.” Reece whimpered yet only plucked weakly at Scarlet’s hand.
Fuck. Was this what she wanted? They were all a bit sloshed. But though he waited, Reece said nothing more.
He leaned in, over her, until he was only a breath away from her luscious mouth with Scarlet stopping to watch them. She rested her head on Reece’s opposite shoulder and bit skin.
“If you want me to –” he began.
Then Reece put her hand on his chest and pushed. He was not her Dom. His good, gentlemanly instincts thought about kicking in. Still no safeword though.
Her lips parted the slightest. He’d wanted her since forever. The dawn of time had nothing on his high school crush.
“Do you need a printed invitation, Malachi?” Scarlet nipped her shoulder again, making Reece jump and whine.
“Fuck, no.”
“She’s such a sweet thing, isn’t she?”
“Scarlet!” she whispered, outraged.
Good could take a hike. Growly beastman mode stomped to the fore. If only he’d brought his obligatory loincloth. He plucked Reece’s hand from his chest, easily restraining her wrist against the back of the couch while he studied his little victim. She squirmed under the double onslaught of Scarlet’s teeth and his examination.
Lips or the offered breast? He settled for both, going in to kiss her mouth hard and long enough to taste her and slide his tongue in, to wrap his fingers through her madly tangled locks at the back of her neck, while Scarlet kissed her neck on the other side.
Her murmured protests were in passionate counterpoint to what her body was saying and soon became soft moans.
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.
She’s a lesbian. You’re fantasizing, man . But what if he wasn’t?
Maybe he should stay away from pillows around Scarlet.