Page 20 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

She thought for a few minutes, tracing patterns on his skin, then she huffed out a breath.

“I’d feel better about this if you were part of it.”

“Part of it how? Directing?”

“Well...directing would work, but I was thinking more of you participating.”

Master chuckled and the shaking of his chest almost knocked her from her perch. “I’m not fucking Mack, no matter how much you want to watch.”

She planted her hands firmly on either side of his head, burying her fingers in the taupe rug’s shag. Pushing up, she could see his whole face more clearly. Master was clean-shaven today. His grin was sexy and his square jaw begged to be nibbled on. The towel he’d been wearing must have fallen off when he’d lain down and was puddled beneath his butt. Almost of their own volition, her legs spread and she tried to skewer herself on his semi-hard cock. She squirmed around in frustration until he reached down and guided himself in – more than hard enough by then, just from her antics.

Saya sucked in a breath as he entered her, goosebumps forming on her skin and she shivered with pleasure. Her moan made him chuckle low in his throat, and he grabbed her hips and controlled how she moved. Just because he’d let her be on top didn’t mean she got to call the shots. It went entirely against his nature.

“So what do you want me to do then?” At her blank look, he thrust up hard, pulling her down to meet him. He speared deep into her and she whimpered, over-full. “Do you want to watch me do this to Winter?”

For a moment she closed her eyes and imagined them together. Heat chased through her and her pussy rippled around his cock. Master was so built and in tune with his body that simply watching him move was poetry to Saya’s dancer brain.

Watching him fuck would be heavenly.

Watching him fuck Winter, whom she wanted herself, would be the height of eroticism. Add herself and Mack into the mix, even once, and it would be enough to fuel her “private time” for the rest of her life.

Master guided her up until only the tip of him was inside her, then drove in again and held her captive. In the moment, she gasped at the exquisite pain of her body trying toaccept more than it could take. The last inch she could never quite manage, but sometimes he insisted her body try harder.

“Yes, Master. Please,” she whimpered.

Coherent thought abandoned her.

Chapter Five

He had that look in his eye that told her he was going to ask her to do something horrible.

“Winter, my dear?”

My dear? Oh, this was bad.

“What do you want, Cross?” She was always surly with him, as you could only be with a boss who was also a good buddy. When he’d hired her, he hadn’t known her at all, but it had turned out well for them both. Not many employees would crank the metal in the store when the boss’s wives were getting loud upstairs. BDSM noises weren’t exactly bad for business, considering what Cross sold, but the screaming sometimes scared the vanillas who wandered in, in the hopes of adding something a little edgy to their khakis and polo shirts.

Although the crying she heard from upstairs nowadays was completely different.

“I hate to ask you this, but could you watch the boys for a few minutes? I need to run to the store for more diapers, and Gemma and Izzy are at work. I could take them with me, but it’s a pain to get them buckled in for such a short trip. And there’s not really enough room in the cart for both car seats.” He was babbling, looking harried and tired. Poor guy.

And so it begins.

“Sure. Just don’t get halfway down the street and decide to leave the country.”

“And leave these fine gentlemen? Not on your life.” Cross’s voice had gone high pitched and silly, the tone parents and dog owners often fell into. She’d never anticipated seeing such a tough, dominant man get so sappy. As much as Winter disapproved of babies in general, the sappiness looked good on him. It made sense, though, considering he was the same way with his women a lot of the time – at least when they weren’t looking for some negative attention.

He leaned down and looked into the Moses basket with such a gooey, smitten expression that Winter was pretty sure he’d speed to the store and back to avoid being away long.

She sighed. The things she did for this man. “Well, if things get out of hand,Gemma is next door, right?”

“Yeah. She’s working on a big back piece, so I told her I’d try not to panic and call a bunch of times.”

“So you’ve called what? Twice?”

He looked ashamed. “Four times, so far, but that’s it for the day. I can’t call Izzy because she’s out interviewing someone for a story. I didn’t call for no reason, though. Levi’s last poop looked weird, then Emmanuel spat up on everything and I didn’t know where the clean onesies were.”

“And the other two times?”

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