Page 16 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Master chuckled, and unfastened her bra one-handed through her clothing, then started gathering the bottom edge of her shirt upward to give Winter access to her bare flesh. She shook, but Master’s comforting hands on her back kept her from flipping out.

She wanted this so bad, but she was scared.

Winter’s fingers were on her ribcage, the t-shirt almost out of her way. Saya sucked in a breath, waiting.

The doorbell rang.

Winter sat back and let go, swearing a blue streak.

“I forgot about the motherfucking pizza.” She kissed Saya ferociously, then got to her feet and strode off to answer the door.

“Saved by the bell.” Mack laughed from where he lay propped on one elbow, partway across the floor. “Are you really that nervous, or is pure and virginal an act? You two make for a lovely show.”

Saya blushed. She’d almost forgotten he was in the room, he’d been so quiet. He was like a ninja voyeur.

“She’s never been with anyone but me,” Master replied, stroking her hair.

“Wow. I didn’t think that sort of thing happened anymore.”

“We’ve been together a long time.”

“I’m going to see if Winter needs a hand.” Mack smiled and rose, then walked toward the foyer, where Winter was still talking to the pizza delivery guy. As he passed them, Saya couldn’t help but notice the outline of a bulge in his pants.

“Did you like playing with Winter?” Master’s voice so close to her ear gave her goosebumps all up one side of her body. It was the last straw.

“Master, may Ipleasecome?” She realized how desperate she sounded, but she didn’t care. He could take her to the bathroom and bend her over the sink, or just fuck her right where they were. At that point, as long as there was some relief she’d accept whatever he chose to do.

He chuckled sympathetically. “Come here, princess.” He pulled her up and coaxed her to straddle his knee.

When she settled there, she whimpered at the feel of her bare, swollen flesh against his jeans. Master grabbed her hips and pressed his thigh up firmly. The friction of the denim on her clit was almost painful, but the pressure built, mixing with shame at being this desperate and knowing the others could walk in at any moment.

“You’re so wet, you’re soaking my jeans, bad girl. Should I hold you down and ask Winter if she’ll lick you?”

Winter putting her mouth on her? The image flashed in her mind. Fuck! The tension inside her pulled tighter then snapped, her body clenched on emptiness as she came, rubbing against him shamelessly as the pleasure and relief flooded through her. She curled her fingers in Master’s t-shirt and tried her best to muffle her cries with it, hoping the others wouldn’t hear.

She was barely done when Master shifted her to sit primly on his lap and smoothed down her skirt, just as Mack and Winter came back into the room with the pizza.

The shudder of an aftershock took her, but they didn’t seem to notice. The puddle she’d made on Master’s leg was warm and damp, and would probably show on the back of her skirt when she got up. She’d have to make sure no one saw the back of her for the rest of the evening.

Mack and Winter moved the table back into place and stacked the pizza boxes on it. For a moment Saya thought they’d gotten away with it.

Winter opened a box and held it out to them with a sly smile. “She really is loud when she comes, isn’t she?”

*

She knelt on the mat beside the door and went through her mental list again. Supper was in the oven, coffee was ready, the apartment was spotless. Was there something else she could have done? Something she’d missed?

There was nothing she could think of. He’d told her to stop making big desserts for dinner every night.

Would it be the door or the phone? They had a system. If he was bringing one of his buddies over, he texted first and told her what to wear. Otherwise, she’d be waiting at the door naked, or in whatever he’d laid out for her before he left for work. Today she was wearing an old-fashioned pinup dress, pearls, and an apron. Her grandmother used to have a similar style, except Master had ordered Saya to be barefoot. When she’d put the outfit on five minutes before it had made her laugh, then wonder if her grandparents had an arrangement like this, back in their day.

She hoped he’d want to use her mouth as soon as he got home. Her body had been trained to know when it was getting close to the time he’d come home. By four-thirty she was usually already horny, and if he didn’t walk in the door by ten after five, when she’d been actually waiting in place for fifteen minutes, she started getting antsy. And there was always the concern that he might work late. She dreaded those calls.

Tonight though, his key was in the lock at five minutes after five.

The door swung open and he walked in, then he closed and locked it behind him.

“What do we have here?” He put a hand under Saya’s chin and tilted her head up.“Who’d leave such a pretty thing just sitting around like this? Youmusthave something better to do.”

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