Page 26 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“You don’t like my present?” He worked at looking stern, but she was so obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable that it was difficult.

“You’re laughing at me, Master.” The pout that punctuated that accusation was adorable. “It’s...responsible of you to push my boundaries, but I really don’t like this.”

All he had to do was stare at her and she was a desperate little puddle of girl.

“I don’t, Master.”

Ramsay tweaked one of her still-hard nipples and gave her a skeptical look. “This isn’t about your pleasure, slave, it’s about mine. Besides, just because you’re embarrassed by something doesn’t mean you don’t like it. I know you better than that.” He pulled her to her feet and leaned her over with her hands braced on the tub. “You came so many times just now, I know your body loves this even if your mind is having a hard time accepting it.”

Grabbing the base of the plug, he fucked her with it, then slowly started pulling it out. She was panting and horny all over again. “Your ass is mine, like the rest of you. It’ll get used to this in time, and it won’t seem so dirty and wrong to do. If this is what I want, you’ll allow it. Understood?”

She was panting, her pussy slick. “Yes, Master.”

“And you’d better get used to it soon. After your body learns to take me there, maybe I’ll get Mack to fuck your pussy at the same time.”

“No!” she moaned. “No, I’ll die! Please, Master, no!”

His cock was half hard again and, as he pulled the plug all the way out of her ass, he was very temped to lube himself up and see how far he could get. The idea of defiling her with Mack and Winter involved was heady. How could she still be so innocent and easily surprised by his twisted lust?

He left her there, wondering and turned on. It didn’t take long to wash off the plug and set it to dry by the bed, then he went back into the bathroom and turned off the tub’s faucet. Saya hadn’t moved a muscle, but she was shaking.

Ramsay stepped into the tub and pulled her in on top of him, cradling her in his arms.

“I had the urge to try to fuck your sweet little ass while you were draped so provocatively over the tub.” He’d placed her there, but there was no reason not to blame her.

“I’m sorry you found it difficult to resist me, Master. I didn’t mean to tempt you.”

“You always tempt me, bad girl.” His arms tightened around her and she sighed and burrowed into him.

“You got come and lube in my hair.” She sniffed.

“Yes, you were very messy.”

“Me!” With mock indignity, she struggled to get out of his embrace.

“Yes. You need to swallow faster.”

She glared up at him, her mouth opened in shocked outrage. “You tried to drown me. I’m only one girl.”

“Are you saying you need help?”

The grin she gave him was mischievous. “Maybe Winter or Mack could help me suck your cock. All three of us, maybe?”

A visual popped into his head and even though he wanted Mack out of that picture, the idea of forcing him there, the girls licking and sucking whatever Mack wasn’t able to reach had his cock prodding Saya’s backside.

“No, Saya. I don’t like him that way. Stop telling me your fantasies.”

“I wonder if he’d whine and squirm when you fucked his ass?” she mused. “I’d bet he could take you easier than I could.”

Ramsay shifted beneath her, trying to keep the idea out of his head to no avail.Mack was a guy. He wasn’t into guys. A mental image formed of having the other man helpless and pinned to the floor while he thrust mercilessly into his ass, Mack’s cock hard and desperate for attention. Winter moving in to try to help hold her boyfriend down, or suck his dick. Saya touching Winter. The orgy montage reeled through his mind.

So the girl wanted to be a little brat and make him hot again? She could suffer the consequences. He pulled her up and shoved her over the edge of the tub. As she screeched and fought, he got to his knees and angled himself to ram into her cunt.

There was a loud noise. He paused, confused for a moment.

“The phone,” she said helpfully, giggling.

He grunted, debating whether to let it go to voicemail. At the moment, though, he didn’t feel very in control of himself, and if he wasn’t careful he’d hurt her. Besides, there was something really wrong with the idea of working off the sexual frustration he had from thinking about banging another dude. It wasn’t that he was homophobic, it’s just that he wasn’t gay. Or bi. Or...whatever.

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