Page 18 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“I’m glad, Sir. I like it when you touch me.” Hopefully the man would take a hint.

“Are you trying to suggest I should?”

“No, Sir! I was...just stating a fact.”

The sting of the slap on her ass radiated warmth straight to her pussy. Moaning, she squirmed a little.

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Don’t try to boss me around, even in sneaky ways.” He rubbed his palm over the warmth of his slap mark. “Yes, I held you for her. You liked it, from what I noticed.”

She complied, feeling as vulnerable as always in that position. “Your powers of deduction are amazing, Master.”

“Are you feeling bratty, princess?”

“No, Sir.” She was glad her smile was hidden by the angle at which he held her.

“Mmhmm. I’m not sure if I believe you, but this discussion can’t take all evening.” Master toyed with her a moment before sliding a finger into her. She was already wet, and the welcome intrusion made her sigh appreciatively. “I talked to Mack yesterday and he was pretty happy with the situation. They’ve been tested since they’ve been together and they’re clean – they’ve never played with other people, aside from Winter kissing a girl at a party once, so whatever you want to do with Winter is fine with me.”

Saya couldn’t decide if she was more embarrassed or turned on. He and Mack talking about her messing around with Winter while they watched seemed lewd, especially considering they’d discussed it behind their backs. “What do you mean he was happy with the situation?”

“Mack and Winter both think you’re very beautiful.”

Saya covered her eyes with her hands for a moment, but put them back behind her head when Master cleared his throat in warning. It wasn’t her fault! He was saying things he knew she didn’t like to hear.

“So you want me to do what with Winter, exactly? Kiss her? Touch her?”

He trailed his fingers over her back and she shivered. During the pause, her chest started to feel tight. It was hard to read him sometimes.

“I’m interested in you doing things up to and including having sex with either or both of them.”

Her breath faltered. She’d never been with anyone other than Master and wasn’t sure she really wanted to go that far with anyone else. Winter and Mack were both sexy, but they just weren’t Master. He was her center – the fulcrum of her life’s purpose. How could he even want her to?

Another, darker, thought intruded. Her throat clogged and she choked, as she struggled to get up.

Master let her rise and looked at her with brows raised. She rarely moved out of position without permission.

She felt something crumpling inside.

“Master, are you getting tired of me?” Her heart fluttered erratically, like a ravening hoard of butterflies were trying to beat their way out of her chest. The floor – she had to sit. She sank down, feeling its familiar assurance. Breath came too fast and she shook, her body trying to come apart.

Oh God, he doesn’t want me anymore.

Her mind followed that rabbit trail into a dark place.

Then he was on the floor and she was in his lap, his arms around her and his lips brushing her cheek, eyelids, nose.

“I will never get tired of you.” His voice was firm, warm. Arms tight enough they almost hurt, but only that kept her from flying to pieces. “You’re my sunlight. Without you, I don’t even know who I am, Saya. If you ever left me, I’d be lost.”

She swallowed at the thickness in her throat and he rubbed her back.

“This is just an idea, like you said you’d like to watch me fucking Winter. Watching you with them would be arousing for me, but if you don’t want to do it, there’s no need to. You’re more than enough for me all on your own. Sometimes I have enough trouble just managing you.”

She chuckled weakly when she realized he was teasing, but all she really wanted to do right then was throw up and maybe die. That moment of doubt had been too devastating to get over with a few minutes of reassurance.

Her eyes were damp and she pressed her face against his chest to dry them. Master sought out her mouth and pressed his lips against hers, tasting her, clinging, demanding a sweet response. For such a big man, he was surprisingly gentle with her when she needed it.

When she was calmer, she went slack in his arms but the tremors still seized her when she least expected it.

“Are you calmer now?”

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