Page 13 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Oh, I think the two of you need to sort that out – naked and oiled up. I volunteer to referee.” She met his gaze and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Fuck. He didn’t think he’d been this embarrassed since high school, but there was no way he was going to let this little girl get the upper hand in this conversation.

“No. We did our turn. Next time you and Winter have to amuse us.”

“Us? And what do you suggest we do, Mack? I’m not good at wrestling. Winter will just kick my butt.”

“That’s too bad. I guess you’ll just have to make out instead.”

“That’s a pretty big jump, from wrestling to making out.” A blush had crept up her neck and settled in her cheeks. “Besides, I doubt I’m her type.” The heat in her eyes and her slightly parted lips told him that she was interested even if Winter wasn’t.

Whoa. He’d been joking, but he wasn’t about to mention that if she was into the idea.

“Why don’t we feed her a few drinks after practice tonight and see what happens?” Knowing Winter, she might find Saya an amusing enough piece of fluff to play with. It would be well worth watching even if things stayed vanilla.

For a few moments she didn’t respond and Mack wondered if he’d shocked her.He shouldn’t have been trying to lure the poor girl without talking to Ramsay about it first. It was bad form from a kink perspective, but he was so used to Winter and her independence that it was difficult to remember that submissives had Dominants to answer to. There was just something about little Saya that made him want to defile her when he wasn’t protecting her. It made him feel dirtier than he did when he cut into Winter’s lovely skin.

“’Kay,” she said, fiddling with a button on her dress. “I don’t think Ramsay will mind. I’ll ask him to make sure.”

They arrived at the checkout just as his brain started straying to fantasies of the two women naked together. The ensuing bustle of paying and bagging helped him push the sexy thoughts to the back of his mind.

He checked his watch. Winter would be finished work in fifteen minutes. Now he had to think of how to explain this whole thing to her in a way that wouldn’t piss her off. He’d just set her up to potentially be wank fodder for him and Ramsay. She went on sometimes about the objectification of bisexual women, but she hadn’t had any problem with gawking at his wrestling match with Ramsay. It had degenerated into sexualized groping so fast that she and Saya had seen what they were interested in seeing, more or less.

Fair was fair, right?

Chapter Four

The bass, the drums, Mack’s voice, all thrummed through her. They’d practiced the same three songs all night, trying to get everything nailed down. Songs Mack had written – beautiful, primal pieces that Master was quickly getting the hang of, adding to, making his own. Mack’s singing was usually a deep growl that gave her shivers and made her think of the painful things she imagined he liked to do to Winter.

When the throbbing pulse of the last song ground to a halt, she slowly came out of her haze. The violence of the music made her space – like subspace, but without being touched. The drumming was inside her and muscles twitched and rolled, trying to give physical expression to the rhythm. Keeping it in almost hurt. Her mind and body hummed. She wished Ramsay would drag her outside and fuck her to give her some sort of release.

This time there was no huge discussion as they stopped. When she could bear it, her eyes fluttered open. Her face rested against the side of the scratchy tweed couch. The carpet was plush and cradled her bottom. Comfy floor in this room. If they’d been alone, she would have been happy if Ramsay took her right there. She glanced over to see what they were doing. At this point they were usually discussing the fact that there was something missing, although she couldn’t ever hear what it might be – she wasn’t a musician. Why were they looking at her?

“Was I dancing, Sir?” Saya whispered. She hadn’t meant to, but sometimes it just sort of slipped out.

“No, princess. Well, maybe a little, but youweresinging.”

Heat crept into her face and she dropped her gaze. “I’m so sorry I interrupted. I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” Could she have been ruder? Sir never, ever interrupted her when she was dancing, and here she had not just interrupted Him, but their friends, too. Her eyes burned and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the swimming tears before they spilled.

His booted feet were before her then. Fingers touched under her chin, the usual signal to look at Him. As she did, a tear trickled out of the corner of her eye. He wiped it away with His thumb. “No one is angry, Saya. It sounded...interesting with Mack.” Ramsay’s gravelly voice reminded her of the need that still throbbed between her legs.

“Interesting, Sir? Because I can’t sing?”

“You have a sweet voice, Saya.” Mack sat on the couch, a small distance away and from the corner of her eye Saya saw him pull Winter down to straddle his lap. She was better trained than that, and didn’t take her eyes off of Ramsay, whose sexy smile desperately made her want to please him.

“It’s true,” Winter agreed. “It’s a really creepy counterpoint when you put it together with Mack’s. Sweet virginal voice paired with a menacing male voice. Maybe that’s what we were missing. It’s chilling.”

“Virginal voice?” Master chuckled. “I guess her voice is an unexplored frontier. The rest of her hasn’t been virginal in a while.”

A hot blush burned Saya’s cheeks and she looked away without permission. There was a time where she would have smacked him for saying something like that to other people, but he’d taught her better. A warning finger tapped under her chin and she brought her gaze back to his.

Besides, her ass was virginal, but she wasn’t about to say that out loud.

His broad smile made her warm inside. Master was pleased. Saya’s annoyance melted away. Even if he made her demonstrate for them that she was his whore, she wouldn’t complain in the slightest.

“Will you sing for us and see how it works?”

Sing? In front of strangers? Couldn’t she just suck his cock? “I guess so, Sir, but if there’s a stage involved someday, I don’t think I can do that.”

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