Page 12 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

He limped the thing back into the store and found Saya waiting where he’d left her.

“This one isn’t very good, but there weren’t any others. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Thanks.” She accepted the handle from him and he grabbed up the basket that held his groceries. A few feet away she was already struggling to keep it going in the right direction.

“Yeah, it’s worse than I thought.” He chuckled.

“I got my cart license in a cereal box, so it’s to be expected.”

“Do you have a lot to get? I can push the cart for you, if you want.”

She gave him a small smile. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure you’ve got things to do. Maybe I’ll just take a basket, after all.”

“No, it’s no trouble, Saya. I don’t pick Winter up for another hour, so I’m killing time at this point.”

“Well, if you’re sure, it’d be a big help.”

Mack took the cart back and when he got close, she cringed back. He was used to women doing that around him. Winter thought it was an instinctual reaction to a man who exuded a passion for violence, but he couldn’t figure out how people could tell that by looking at him. He didn’t look that edgy. Winter said it was something about his eyes.

He threw his groceries in the section where people sat their babies, wondering if they were going to be babysitting Cross’s kids sometime soon. Levi and Emmanuel had been born within two months of each other and the triple certainly had their hands full during the few months since then. Winter figured it was only a matter of time before they started asking around for help, and there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for Cross.

As they moved down the first aisle, Saya grabbed apples and celery and put them into the cart. “Ramsay wants me to pick up one of the big cases of beer, and usually I have to get one of the workers to give me a hand. It’s a little embarrassing. I wish I was tougher, but I’ve never been much of a tomboy. I’ve always envied girls like Winter. I bet no one messes with her.”

Mack smiled. He messed with her all the time, but there was no need for him to point that out. “Yes, Winter is pretty tough. She can take a lot.”

Her face paled then reddened, and he kicked himself for not being more tactful.

“She’s really into the pain thing?” Saya whispered and glanced around to check that no one was close enough to hear her. With one of her ringlets twirled around her finger, she looked even younger than she usually did.

Was Ramsay her Daddy Dom? She seemed like such a natural baby girl for that type of dynamic. It wasn’t his kink, but considering what he was into, he didn’t judge.

No tiptoeing around now. “I’m really into hurting her,” he murmured. “As for the rest, you’d have to ask her.”

A bag of sugar went into the cart and she nibbled at her bottom lip. “I’d ask, but I get the impression she doesn’t like me very much.”

He snorted. “If she didn’t, you’d know it. What makes you think she doesn’t like you?”

“I don’t know. We don’t have a lot in common. Besides, with my personality not many women like me. Feminists tend to find me repulsive.”

“But men like you?”

“Well, they like to flirt with me or make fun of me.”

“Now, why would they make fun of you?”

Her lashes veiled her eyes momentarily as she looked down at her hands. “It’s like Ramsay said the other day. I’m loud. The guys that work at the shop with him can hear me sometimes on his days off, so they tease me.”

“You’re loud? Are you into pain too?”

“What? Me? No. I mean, He corrects me sometimes, but nothing like what you guys are into.” She shuddered as she added cereal to the cart.

A picture of Saya over Ramsay’s lap, squealing and begging for mercy while he punished her ass flashed across Mack’s mind. He much preferred his victims willing, but the idea of inflicting pain on someone who didn’t enjoy it was interesting in a different way. Pretending to read the label on a can of soup he’d snagged from a nearby display, he tried to think of things that bored him to make his hardening cock behave itself.

When they got to the beer section, Mack took care of hefting the case Saya picked onto the back of the cart.

“Thanks. You saved me a trip to the chiropractor.”

“Just don’t let me drink with Ramsay again and we’ll call it even.” As soon as the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back. The memory of Ramsay’s sexual threat whispered in his ear, and the hardness of the man’s cock against his ass made him grit his teeth. Had Ramsay told her what happened in the kitchen?

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