Page 35 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

When the other girl pulled her closer, Saya went reluctantly.

“Don’t do anything bad, Winter. I won’t be able to concentrate on stage.”

“Hmm. Your Master gave you to me to play with. You want me to disobey his wishes?”

Saya lowered her voice. “But you don’t have to listen to him, do you? I mean, you’re not his sub, so you can do what you want.”

“Yes. Yes, I can.” Winter slid a hand up the back of her thigh-high stockings. Saya shivered and her breath caught. How far was she going to take this? They were supposed to go on in less than five minutes.

Apparently, Winter didn’t care. She traced along the tops of her stockings, until she found Saya’s garter and followed it upward, stroking gently over the back of her thigh to her ass.

“What on earth are these?” She coaxed Saya around then lifted the back of her flouncy skirt to reveal the ruffled panties Master had dommed her into. “Oh my.”

“It was either these or no panties,” she said miserably, her cheeks hot. There was no way Winter would understand how it was, having a Dom. “The skirt is so short that when we’re on stage everyone...would see.”

Winter’s breath tickled the back of her thigh when she leaned closer. The sharpness of teeth followed and Saya’s arousal spiked.

“Oh! Ow! Don’t be mean.” She whimpered and tried not to squirm and make it hurt more.

Winter stopped biting and licked her there. Shivers ran up Saya’s body and circled around to make her nipples harder. While the sensation had her distracted, her tormentor hooked fingers into the waistband of her panties and was sliding them slowly down.

She wouldn’t! Anyone could walk in.

“No, Winter, don’t!” She tried to push Winter’s hands away, but Master cleared his throat in the way that meant she was treading on thin ice.

He nodded at Winter, and the underwear resumed their descent. Saya put a hand over her mouth and moaned low.

The room fell into a breathless hush. She knew the men were watching, but she couldn’t bear to look at them.

When her bottom was completely exposed, Winter’s fingertips fluttered over the sensitive skin.

“How are there no teeth marks in this fabulous ass? Ramsay, you’re fired.”

Master’s only response was a chuckle.

Kisses, nibbles, nips and bites rained down on her backside, making her sigh and gasp. Winter’s hand slid up between her thighs with a casual slowness that made Saya want to beg. It almost seemed like her hand was moving toward her pussy by accident. The slightest brush of her callused fingertips against Saya’s labia. She lost control of a high-pitched, keening moan.

Hands on her hips urged her to turn, and she obeyed.

“Hold your skirt out of the way.”

She complied, feeling slutty – no one else had seen her there in a sexual context except Master, and now she was letting this girl she’d only known a short while dowhatever she wanted.

Saya had theories about what Winter had in mind, and she hoped she wasn’t wrong. She’d become an eager participant in her own defiling.

The girl bit the inside of Saya’s hip, brushed her lips over her bare mound, inhaled her scent.

“Do you want this?”

She trembled, but nodded, biting her bottom lip.

Her consent brought a genuine smile to Winter’s face before she went back to her task. More little kisses trailed down, headed toward her slit. Her fingers found their way there first, dragging through her moisture. Winter spread her folds and found her clit, leaned in and flicked at it with her wicked tongue. Leisurely, she licked Saya and pressed a finger up into her.

Saya cried out helplessly, legs weakening, pleasure taking control. Then Master was there, an arm clamped around her middle and pinning her arms at her sides, keeping her upright. His opposite hand clamped tight over her mouth.

“Shh, everyone will hear you. They’ll know you’re doing naughty things in here,” he whispered harshly in her ear.

Winter’s tongue darted and twisted and Saya howled behind Master’s hand. Her smooth face pressed between Saya’s thighs, the teasing way she used her tongue, the smaller fingers – so unlike his – a different kind of sexy. Seduction rather than brute strength.

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