Page 23 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

With her eyes, she told him to go fuck himself.

Instead of throwing his hands in the air and walking away, his brows rose and he looked intrigued.

Bad, bad, bad.

“Mack definitely doesn’t own me, but he sure as shit won’t be interested in sharing.”

“Who said anything about sharing? The only thing we’re talking about is you asking my permission before borrowing my slave. It’s only polite.”

She looked around and saw their significant others standing together nearby, riveted to their conversation. Rather than looking jealous and upset, Saya was rapt, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Interested, avid, aroused. And Mack? His impressive erection made it apparent that he wasn’t against whatever Ramsay had in mind.

Why had she ever considered Mack’s open-mindedness a good quality?

Her frustration built. Really, walking away and telling him she’d never lay a hand on Saya again would be the easiest solution. She wouldn’t lose face and she would get to keep all of her control without having to give Ramsay the satisfaction. Without meaning to, her gaze slid back to Saya. The girl lowered her eyes shyly, her cheeks flushed.

She was addictive.

Ever since she’d first kissed Saya, Winter had been fantasizing about her. There was something about her that drew her in a way that other girls didn’t. Her timid submissiveness, her deference, her intelligence – but there was more. It wasn’t only that she sensed the girl was interested in her either.

She was like a drug, and Ramsay was the dealer. Asking permission was one thing, but she got the impression that Ramsay was after more. Before she agreed, she should make sure of his actual price. Get it in writing.

Instead, she nodded.

His smile widened.

If his price was exorbitant, she could always stop.

Right?

Chapter Six

The doumbek rhythm that his hands pounded out came from somewhere deep inside, primal in a way he never managed to draw from modern drums. The connection between the skin and his hands was more intimate than anything he could ever broadcast through a stick.

Saya danced for him, the thong and hipscarf a far cry from anything she’d ever wear on stage or while she was teaching. Real dance was far more modest than what he preferred she wore when they were alone.

Breasts swaying and hips rolling to his song, she improvised her way along, graceful arms never belying the fact that neither of them knew where the music was going or when it would stop. At times he’d change tempo, just to see how Saya would handle it, but she always managed to make it look good.

This was precisely why they didn’t have much furniture in the living room. That and the fact that she preferred sitting on the floor if she wasn’t on his lap.

After a long while he sped up and she began to spin, spotting to keep him in sight as much as possible. When she was almost to him, he thumped the drum one last time and she fell to his feet in deep obeisance.

“That was lovely, princess.”

“Thank you, Master.” With her forehead to the floor, her words came somewhat muffled.

Ramsay laid aside the doumbek and saw she was struggling to contain her anticipation. Usually after her dancing pleased him, he rewarded her. Was he getting so predictable?

“Bring me the plug and the lube.”

She gasped and gazed up at him. “Noo. Please, Master? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Of course you will. Now go.” At the stern words she rose and went to the bedroom, sulking.

The small plug was a recent purchase and Saya had been completely horrified when he’d brought it home. Although they’d never discussed it as a limit, it just wasn’t something they’d ever done. She was so shy about that area of her body that, to be kind,he’d never pushed her. It had been a whim when he was at the sex shop in Felix looking for a new toy for Saya, but her agitation when she’d seen it and all of the questions she’d had about it made him think she was more interested than she’d ever told him. So it had been sitting in the drawer, silently mocking her.

When Saya came back, her hands were behind her and her cast-down gaze and pink cheeks made him more confident. She was painfully embarrassed and loving every minute of it.

She stopped before him and he slowly unknotted the scarlet hip scarf then let it drop to the floor with a crash of its small coins.

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