Page 42 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“I’ll be good now. I’m sorry, Master, I’ll be good.”

“I know you will.”

He wiped her face with his hand and kissed her forehead, then held her until her tears turned into little hiccups and her breathing had slowed.

Winter couldn’t imagine accepting that kind of humiliation from someone, let alone craving it. To be treated like a child who didn’t know right from wrong? To not even be allowed to call your boyfriend a name when you were joking around – or even when you were pissed? No wonder she wasn’t interested in D/s.

She was a headstrong woman. Compared to Ramsay’s little submissive, Winter was a Dom’s worst nightmare. After all of that, Saya had seemed embarrassed, but nothumiliated. Not out for blood, like she would have been. It wasn’t something Winter could wrap her head around.

Watching Saya being disciplined was hot. But why? By the time Ramsay was finished, Winter and Mack were both ready to fuck. Meanwhile, Ramsay looked like a man who had simply seen a task completed to his satisfaction.

Maybe they were all just different brands of pervert.

When Saya was calm, Ramsay rearranged her so that she was partially draped over the arm of the couch, giving them an uninterrupted view of the pink stripes on her ass.

“She’s barely red.” Mack observed. “She screamed like a banshee.”

“Your estimation of what most girls can take might be a little off.” Ramsay ran his fingers over the small welts on Saya’s ass and she squealed and tried to cringe away. “Touch her. She needs to remember this lesson.”

Mack reached across Ramsay’s lap and traced a finger over the welts, which made Saya shiver. Her breath caught and her body became tense and vigilant.

“Did getting punished make you wet, Saya?” Mack clawed the tips of his fingers down her welts and Winter groaned.

Ramsay dipped his fingers between her legs and made a noise reminiscent of a masculine purr. “She hates pain but loves being reminded of her place. I also suspect she likes the added attention from you and Winter.”

“Please use me, Master,” Saya whimpered.

“Right here, in front of these nice people? You don’t think they’ll be shocked?”

Mack stopped touching Saya and slid his hand up the inside of Winter’s thigh. “We’ll probably barely notice you if I’m fucking Winter at the same time.”

The glare Winter directed at him was meant to be convincing. “What makes you think I’m willing?”

Mack wriggled a finger up inside her and Winter gasped, forgetting to keep up her pretense of disinterest.

“You like getting off too much to turn me down, especially after the evening we just had.” The gleam in his eye dared her to deny it as he finger fucked her and rubbed his thumb over her clit.

Damn, she was close already. She let her eyes fall shut and let him do what hewanted. His hands knew her too well, and just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped.

“No!” she protested.

Mack grabbed her oversized t-shirt and tugged it off, but by then she didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw. He shucked off his jeans and tossed them aside as though he wasn’t shy, but the tension around his eyes and the fact that he was avoiding looking at Ramsay said differently. Unceremoniously, he pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and knelt between her legs, on the floor. His first thrust into her stole her breath, and goosebumps crawled up her body and through her hair. He held himself still within her, all the way to the hilt, reminding her how he barely fit.

In a moment of self-consciousness, she glanced over at Saya and Ramsay. He now had Saya facing him, straddling his lap and he was thrusting up into her, controlling her movements with an unforgiving grip on her thighs. How had she not heard Saya’s moans? They were all almost touching. The girl’s gaze met hers. Ramsay noticed and grabbed Saya by the back of the hair and pushed her face toward Winter’s.

“Kiss her.” He growled. “Make it good.”

Okay, so maybe that part of dominance was slightly hot.

Winter wasn’t sure which one of them he was bossing around, but she wasn’t about to complain. Saya nipped tentatively at Winter’s bottom lip and then gasped when Ramsay thrust hard. The women kissed, their lips and tongues teasing.

Saya cried out first, loud until Winter muffled her screams with a deep kiss. The sound of Saya’s pleasure, the feel of it vibrating in her mouth, the hardness of Mack thrusting into her, the awareness that the guys were getting off on watching them kiss, the frustration of the evening – Winter held back as long as she could, but the tension built too fast and swept away her control. She came hard, feeling small and desperate under the pounding Mack was giving her. Viciously, he twisted one of her nipples, the unexpected pain magnifying her pleasure and making her screech.

Like dominos, the men lost control, their curses guttural and raw.

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A glow of pale light filtered past her eyelids. Warm, comfy. Sore.

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