Page 46 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Saya shook her head. As Winter continued to prep things, Saya used her wiles to subtly drive her crazy. Wide eyes, naughty expressions, covert touches.

Ramsay had settled on a chair at the kitchen table and started talking about the upcoming show, seeming oblivious to the fact that no one was really listening and that his submissive was being a tease.

Trying to play good host, even though that was usually Mack’s role, Winter grabbed four big mugs from the cupboard. When she turned with them, she found Ramsay staring unabashedly at her ass.

“Dude, your girlfriend is sitting right there. Try to be a little more subtle.” She put the mugs down on the island and turned back to keep an eye on him.

He pushed back from the table and strolled over, his expression sharp and focused. “She’s the one giving me hand signals to look.”

Winter glanced at Saya for verification and she smiled back impishly.

Exasperated, and thinking that maybe track pants were in order after all, she turned to watch the coffee pop up in the glass button on top of the old machine. Almost ready.

The warmth alerted her first, then the muscular chest pressed hard against her back. No one had the right to be so damned big.

“You know that Mack has given me permission to do what I want to with you, Winter. I just need your permission now.”

A thrill stole up her spine. “I’m not really interested in you that way, Ramsay. I hate to have to break it to you.”

Although his jeans and her underwear were between them, his hard cock was wedged into the crevice of her ass. He chuckled in her ear. “You’re staying very still, Winter. Are you afraid I’ll do something you don’t like, or are you afraid I won’t?”

Winter shoved back against him, planning to walk away, but he seemed to have anticipated that reaction. He held the counter on either side of her so she couldn’t slip sideways to safety.

“I’m not into power games, Ramsay. You have Saya and Mack already, what do you need me for?”

“My little princess wants to watch us together. You’re hot, so it’s not exactly a chore.”

How did a man get so fucking full of himself? No question in his mind that she might not be interested? Sure he was built and gorgeous, in a wild, ruthless way, but that didn’t mean the entire world groveled at his feet. Weren’t two sycophants enough for him?

Mmm. There was just something about him, though. Everyone wanted him, which made her want to knock him down a few pegs. However, as much as she hated it, a primal part of her recognized him as the alpha male and wanted him for breeding purposes or some stupid fucking thing. A scathing comeback took shape, but his dick was distractingly hard and pressed against her. She was still wound up from fooling around with Saya, and she needed to get off. Then there was the fact that she was a fan of cock. Unfortunately, putting up with men was the price of admission.

She had one of her own, though, attached to Mack. She didn’t really need Ramsay’s. It was all well and good that Mack had said it was okay, but this seemed wrong.

Saya slid off the kitchen island and padded closer. Her face nuzzled into the side of Winter’s, and she nipped at her ear. The zing of pain made Winter grunt, and Saya worked her way down, biting gently at her throat, then harder at the spot between her neck and shoulder.

Ramsay grabbed a handful of Winter’s hair and bit the other side of her neck. She meant to tell them to stop – tried even – but it came out as a groan that no one would mistake as an objection.

Strong fingers wrapped around one of her hips, and Ramsay ground against her ass. Try as she may, she couldn’t stop the instinctual reaction of pressing back to encourage him. Her shirt started to ride up, then she realized Saya had let her handswander up inside the loose fabric. Small, smooth hands slid over her breasts, teasing the peaks with pinches just hard enough to be frustrating.

This wasn’t something that appealed to her. She didn’t like Doms. The grip in her hair tightened and she gasped.

Shit.

“Time out,” she blurted, then felt like a tool.

“Time out?” He chuckled in her ear, the sound almost melting her panties off.

“Yes. Mack’s not here. I know he’s okay with this, but I won’t allow it unless he’s here.”

“Allow it?” That growly rasp of his should have been illegal.

The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she shivered.

“I apologize.” He unhanded her and stepped away. “I’ve been with Saya for so long sometimes I forget other people live by different rules.”

The idea that he might have forgotten she had no safeword with him both frightened her and made her horny as fuck. He was a strong guy and she was almost naked, and there was no way Saya would stop him from doing anything he pleased.

Where the hell did that thought come from, sicko? Rape isn’t sexy.

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