Page 43 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

She had to pee.

Nooo.

She buried her face into a pile of blankets in an attempt to make it dark again, and pretended she could avoid using the bathroom until the next time she woke up. That trick never worked. She was delaying the inevitable.

Carefully, she sat up, took stock of limbs, looked for open areas to put her hands and knees as she tried to extricate herself from the bed. Her options were limited due to the mattress overcrowding situation.

Eventually she realized she had no other option than crawling over Mack and trying to keep her t-shirt down far enough to cover her underwear. In the thin morning light, she looked around the bed and realized there was a space beside her where Saya had been cuddled against her all night. Ramsay had sprawled out in her absence and she had a moment of being able to look at the two men side by side, with neither the wiser.

In sleep, Mack looked like an angelic boy – his beautiful face smooth and impassive, revealing none of the sinister urges that lay beneath. By contrast, Ramsay looked like a hibernating bear. Or maybe, like the drawing Mack had shyly showed her, a Viking after a raid. Like any minute he’d crack an eye open and she would be in for it. He had that presence on stage, too.

Four naked people in one bed was a little tight.

Kind of like her girlfriend.

Girlfriend. She rolled the idea around in her mind, checking its fit. It was a weird idea because she’d been with Mack for so long, but that seemed to be where things were going. If he’d expected her and Saya to have a casual sex thing going on, and nothing more than that, they were going to have to talk. The way he seemed to feel about Ramsay wasn’t casual and it wouldn’t be fair for him to expect her to keep Saya at arm’s length.

Sometimes it hurt that he seemed so focused on Ramsay lately, but he was new and shiny. She and Mack were mentally and emotionally close, and he liked hurting her too much to replace her, but sharing him with someone else was an adjustment.

Meanwhile, the idea of him doing things to Saya, like fingering her last night in the green room, didn’t bother Winter at all. It was like sharing her toy with him. It made her happy.

Saya. How did a woman get this far into life without becoming jaded and worldly? There was an innocence about her that made no sense, but it was fresh and lovely, and if anything, Winter worried about sullying her. She’d been with Ramsay for years, had beenused as his little willing slave, and somehow stayed sweet. There was nothing hard about her. No cattiness. She didn’t even gossip.

By the time she got to the bathroom, her bladder was safewording. She peed, then showered fast, and saw that there was another wet towel hanging up. Saya must have gotten up early.

When she was dry, she wandered the house looking for the object of her recent fascination. She was sitting in the living room, leafing through a photo album, her still-damp curls clinging to her shoulders.

When she spied Winter, she blushed and stammered an apology. “I-I’m so sorry for being nosy. I woke up early and didn’t want to wake you up with my fidgeting.”

Winter smiled. “That’s fine. I was worried I was going to wake up the guys when I got up, but I had to pee so bad there was no going back to sleep.”

“Why don’t men ever have to get out of bed to pee?”

“It’s a mystery of human physiology.”

Saya snorted, which was completely adorable. For a moment Winter considered heading back to the bathroom to brush her teeth again. Oh, well. She’d just try not to breathe on her.

Sitting beside the girl, she glanced over to see which album she was looking at. Of course it was the dorky compilation of baby and kid pics of her that her mom had put together when she’d moved out. It was meticulously chronological, and Saya was already up to where she was about seven. Things were about to get bad. The poor girl deserved a warning.

“Ugly kid, huh? It gets worse after this. My favorite one is a couple of pages from now. I’m about twelve, and at that painfully awkward stage. My mom got a picture done of me on a pony that’s slightly too small for someone my size, and I’m wearing white knee socks with my shorts. Wait for it.”

Saya laughed behind her hand and glanced over. “That’s an awesome visual. I can stop now if you want, though. Puberty is a hard thing to share with people this early into a friendship. We can hold off until we get to know each other better.” She went to close the book, but Winter stopped her.

“No, it’s you’re punishment for snooping. Now you have to look. You’ll never snoop again, after this.” She eyed Saya, sidelong. “Besides, I think we skipped a few steps on the regular getting-to-know-you path to friendship. My tongue has already been in two of yourorifices.”

Saya squeaked and covered her eyes. “Shh! Don’t say that out loud.”

“The guys were there last night, it’s not like it’s a secret.”

The girl lowered her hands and frowned at her. “I’m not in the habit of having sexual relations with my friends. This is new to me.” She bit her lip. “You’re only the second person I’ve kissed. Was it bad?”

“You were a little shy at first, but you warmed up fast.”

She ducked her head and averted her gaze for a moment. Arousal snuck up and smacked Winter between the legs, and she wondered if it would be out of line to strip Saya out of the t-shirt she’d lent her, and shock her some more. She was so easily shocked. No wonder Ramsay was addicted to his girl.

Being around her brought out the bossy in Winter, even though Saya didn’t seem to realize it. She’d never pegged herself as a Domme, but at that point, if she had to, she’d pay money to boss her around. Along with the urge to control her sexually, something made Winter want to protect her. From what, she wasn’t sure. Maybe from her, for that matter, but she couldn’t seem to stay away.

Saya was staring at her, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Like a curious, adoring puppy waiting for her next word or gesture. Addictive.

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