Page 10 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Hot water cascaded down over his head, but even that combined with having brushed his teeth hadn’t made him feel any more human. He’d washed his hair and everything else, but procrastinating had become more attractive than getting out.

Winter wanted to talk.

For the first time in his life he wished he’d drunk more so that he could say he didn’t remember what happened. He remembered everything in vivid detail.

It wasn’t as though they’d never talked about the fact that he found some men attractive. She’d just never seen it, herself.

Under the heavy spray, his eyes drooped shut. His head was pounding, but not as hard as his cock. The memory of being held down, helpless, Ramsay grinding against his ass. There was no way he was jacking off to that. It was supposed to be a business relationship. What the hell had happened?

He didn’t remember thinking Ramsay was attractive. They had a similar sense of humor and an all-consuming love of music, but had he checked him out at all? He didn’t remember giving into that part of himself until after a few too many shots of vodka. Wrestling had seemed like a quick way to get it out of his system. He’d used it as an excuse with other guys before. They’d wrestle and he’d get over it, but last night it’d gotten out of control.

And if Ramsay had followed through on his threat? Would Mack have used the command as an excuse to go down on him?

That he was bi wasn’t a revelation. Winter knew – they’d come out to each other early in their relationship. But, although he’d watched Winter make out with a girl at an after party once, and they sometimes checked out guys together, what had happened the night before was new territory.

The thoughts in his head were jumbled and raw. He was still horny, but didn’t know how he’d deal with it when they saw Ramsay again – if they saw him again. When Ramsay sobered up this morning he’d probably be disgusted.Ifthey saw him again, he’d either pretend it hadn’t happened and things would be awkward, or he’d punch Mack in the face and get over it.

How could he have fucked up their chance to have an awesome drummer just to work off some sexual attraction?

Eventually he had to turn off the shower and grab a towel. Knowing Winter, she’d be waiting.

Draped across their bed, naked, his woman was a work of art. Her pale skin displayed a creative series of welts and bruises, along with long, thin scabs and other lovely marks. Unlike most other masochists they knew, Winter had never given into the lure of tattoos, which provided him with an entirely blank canvas. He crawled onto the bed with her and traced a dark cane mark that bisected one of her ass cheeks. When she simply shivered, he dug the pad of his thumb into the bruise, more satisfied with the hiss and moan that he got.

“Turning me on is not going to get you out of talking,” she mumbled into the mattress.

“It was worth a shot.”

She rolled onto her side and he stretched out alongside her. They kissed, calmly at first then more heatedly when he caught one of her nipples between his fingers and crushed it. She half-screamed into his mouth and the noise made him shudder, then grind against her.

“Why didn’t you want to fuck me last night?” she asked. “You were hard as hell. Am I not good enough for you when you’re turned on because of a guy?”

He froze. Reading each other was something they did well, but now he wished there was somewhere to hide. Before he could think of a good excuse, she’d peeled back his damp towel and wrapped a firm hand around his sex. A groan escaped him and he tried to make her stop, but she refused to be deterred.

Winter shoved him onto his back and dragged her teeth over his cock. He gasped, but didn’t fight as she opened wide and slid all the way down on his dick, then clamped her mouth shut around it. Hot, wet suction – her creepy pale eyes watching him – the movement of her neck as she deep throated him and swallowed.

Torturous.

He panted and tried to resist her, but he’d had a raging hard-on since the wrestling last night, with only a few hours’ respite while he slept. Winter deep throated him again and gagged and he was a lost man. The throbbing of his cock stuttered, built to a painful crest. His hips came up off of the bed, and he released into her merciless mouth.When he was an empty husk of a man she finally took pity on him and stopped.

She crawled up beside him and he wrapped his arms around her. Her head pressed to his chest.

For a few moments she gasped for breath – he’d probably half-drowned her.

She drew designs on his chest with her fingertip, and he grunted and shivered. “It isn’t something to be ashamed of, Mack. So he makes you hot. I can live with that.”

“It caught me off balance. I don’t know how I feel about it. Whatever that was last night, I can’t let it happen again. This relationship with him is supposed to be professional, not me having a stupid school-boy crush on our drummer.” He winced at the lingering embarrassment – it wouldn’t go away until he’d faced Ramsay again. Maybe not even then.

“After what you told me happened in the kitchen, I’m having a hard time believing it was all one way.” Winter gave him a naughty grin and ground her pussy against his leg. Mack moved his thigh between hers and pressed upward.

She purred and rocked her hips. Wet.

“And what has you all turned on, little creep?”

“A mix of sucking your cock and watching you touch a hot guy last night. I’ll be savingthatthought for later.” She winked.

The feel of her forehead under his lips made his chest ache. He had been so sure she’d be angry or judgmental, although he knew damn well she wasn’t that kind of person. For him, there was no intention of ever pushing away the best thing that had ever happened in his life. Unlike anyone else he’d met, they fit together – like a complete thought. Their creepiness was compatible, but more than that, she understood him and all of his little quirks, yet still accepted him and loved him back.

He kissed her again, ran his tongue over her lip rings then pressed her to her back. Pale nipples poked up at him, proudly displaying the bars that still made him crazy. A piercer friend had shown him how to use the equipment he’d bought, and the jewelry was like an echo of the pain Winter had taken. He closed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked until she squirmed beneath him, then he bit down. She froze and a whimper escaped her. In response, his cock stirred, even though he’d just gotten off. As he slid down her body and between her legs, the feverish heat of her skin smelled lovely.

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