Page 22 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Winter avoided watching her with great difficulty. When she forgot herself, though, she’d catch herself staring. Saya drew even the most unwilling eye. The expression of her face, the curve of her tiny waist, the tempting cleavage. Dancer’s legs. Grace in movement.

Losing the battle with herself again, she stalked across the stage, watching Saya as she slowly came back to her surroundings. They needed to keep an eye on her. She was the only one who didn’t have experience on stage and was the most likely to flounder when the place was packed next weekend. Well...she hoped it would be packed. It was generally full of people drinking anyway. The only reason they had it to themselves at that point was because it didn’t open to the public for another hour.

Sprawl was an old bar that had never been classy in its day and hadn’t been updated in years, other than its name. Davis Lawson and Luther Passgard, the present owners, booked metal and punk bands there every weekend because they loved the music. The cash didn’t hurt, either. If they didn’t personally like a band, they rarely booked them again. It was the kind of place where people started mosh pits if the band was decent, not somewhere ladies went to grab a glass of wine after work on a Friday. Usually there were a few old-timers who looked like they’d come with the original bar stools, but they were more than welcome to join the festivities.

As Winter got closer, Saya blinked a few times and her eyes grew round at whatever she saw in her expression.

“Was I okay?” The girl’s bow lips trembled slightly, her face framed by copiousringlets.

Saya made Winter feel like a dirty old man. Fuck, she was hot. Winter advanced on her and, at the last minute, Saya started to backpedal, until she bumped into the wall. The smaller girl’s chest rose and fell fast, and she had a panicked air.

“You were...charming.”

She looked up at Winter with a nervous smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You’d tell me if I sucked, though, right? You wouldn’t let me make a fool of myself?”

Winter crowded her and placed her hands on the wall, on either side of the girl’s head. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Saya’s, excitement and arousal thrumming through her.

“Winter, we need to have a little chat.” Ramsay’s gravelly voice rumbled in her ear. The hair on the back of her neck rose and she had a crazy moment of wishing they were all naked.

Naked with Ramsay? Really? Was he even her type, or was it just that she was horny and ridiculously attracted to his sub?

She pulled her arms away from the wall and backed up a step. Ramsay hadn’t moved. With full force, she bumped into his hard-muscled frame, and he pressed against her back and ass. Apparently he was happy to see her – or her and Saya together, anyway. Saya slipped away from her, and retreated a few steps to where it was safer, but Winter felt like her feet had been glued to the floor. Menace rolled off of the man behind her, and she had a thrilling moment of wondering just how much he could hurt her, if properly inspired.

“Mack is right here, too, if you’re wondering.” The breath from his words stirred her hair.

She shuddered. By all accounts she should move away from Ramsay, maybe even shove him out of her personal space. Why wasn’t Mack stopping this? Was it making him angry or had they been talking?

“I’m getting the impression that you like my pretty slave. Is that true?” His words were quiet but commanding, as though he had every right to be interrogating her.

Moving the few steps to the wall to try to slip out of his way proved to be a bad idea, since he followed her and pinned her there with his body.

Fuck you, you bastard. You’re not the boss around here. Just because Saya lets you treat her like a starry-eyed sex doll doesn’t meanI’m into that shit.

All of the words crowded to get out of her mouth at once. Angry and horny was a bad combination. It came out only as a quiet, “Yes.”

Damn him. How did he do that?

“If you want to play with her, there will be rules.”

Curiosity and lust outweighed her indignance. “Rules?”

“You’re not vanilla, Winter.” The way he growled her name both annoyed and aroused her. “You know what my relationship is with Saya. Iownher. If you want to touch her, you need to ask me first. Every time. My relationship with her isn’t a joke, even if you don’t understand it. She’s my property.” Ramsay traced a finger down the back of her neck under her hair, and she worked hard at not swatting him away.

Mack moved into view, grinning. What was his game?

“Do you think you can be a good girl and remember to ask permission?” Mack asked.

“Fuck you, Mack. You know I’m not into that ‘good girl’ shit.”

Ramsay’s chuckle wasn’t comforting. “You have a hard time being a good girl, don’t you, Winter. Maybe you just need someone to show you how.”

She snorted and turned. Mistake. Having him pressed to her front didn’t make him less intimidating. His eyes were crinkled at the corners, amused, but his hard-on wasn’t joking.

Forcing herself to stare him in the eye, she spat, “I’m not automatically submissive just because I’m a girl, Ramsay. Sorry to disappoint, but not every female responds to that bullshit.”

He stared down into her eyes, a looming, hulking mass above her. Looking for something. It was a struggle to maintain her glare, but she did it, suddenly hyper-aware of how her body ached for someone to touch her.

Why? She’d tried D/s before, on both sides, and it did absolutely nothing for her. Pain excited her, and being bound, but being bossed around? Not her fucking thing.

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