Page 47 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

But then, it wouldn’t have been rape.

Winter looked up and there was Mack standing by the doorway, his cock tenting his boxers. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Ramsay’s gaze dropped to Mack’s shorts and he looked quickly away. Winter swallowed her amusement before someone noticed.

The Viking stepped behind her again and gripped the back of her neck. “You think this is funny, Winter?” He pressed her down until her chest and shoulders were on the island. “Is this a comedy show?” Before she could complain, he whipped her underwear down to her knees, and the modest garment dropped immediately to her ankles. He yanked her t-shirt up and off then put her back where she’d been.

She whimpered, hating that she was loving this.

Ramsay fiddled with something, then ground against her again, but this time there was no cloth between them. At some point he’d lost his jeans.

He was going to fuck her right there? She struggled but Ramsay grabbed her bythe hair and made her forehead touch the counter.

“Hold still. Mack and Saya have to make sure you’re ready.”

What? Oh, fuck.

The traitors crowded around them, stroking her bare skin, readying her for Ramsay. Mack slid to the floor and licked her slit, then focused on torturing her clit, which had already been looking for action.

A more timid mouth sucked at her breasts, nibbling and nipping. She heard a patting noise and Ramsay told Saya she was a good girl. The few glimpses she caught of the other two showed they’d ditched what little clothing they’d been wearing too.

Mack’s mouth moved off of her and she heard Ramsay gasp.

“Fuck, Mack. Don’t.”

He held her in place, but his hips turned to the side.

“It doesn’t feel good?”

There was a masculine grunt and Ramsay let her go. Winter straightened and turned fast.

In the middle of their kitchen, her boyfriend was on his knees sucking their drummer’s cock. Saya stood on the other side of them, staring like she was either trying to save the scene for later or burn a hole in them with her laser vision.

“Why is this so hot?” the girl whispered to herself.

“It’s not just you.” Winter grinned at her.

The men were oblivious to them for a few minutes. It was hard to say whose face was more blissful. Mack sucked cock the same way he did most things – slowly and artistically. Ramsay looked like he needed a chair and possibly a cigarette, even though he wasn’t finished yet.

Winter went to Saya and knelt, then pulled her to the floor. She laid her on her back and started to kiss her. Whimpering, Saya held her close and kissed her back desperately. Fingers that weren’t Saya’s tickled up her back and Winter glanced up to see Ramsay touching her, watching them. They were on the floor now too, and Ramsay’s eyes were slitted with pleasure. He stroked Winter again and nodded an encouragement to her.

No rules.

Mack detached himself from Ramsay’s cock and turned to see what they were doing. The men crawled over to them and the four of them became a tangle of touchinghands and tasting mouths. Hot. Confusing. Why didn’t they have a video camera set up in the kitchen? There was so much to feel and do, that she kept forgetting to watch.

Saya was just as bad as she was, at least. She kept trying to lure the men into touching each other. Although Ramsay wasn’t willing to participate in that scheme, he didn’t push Mack away.

When the focus suddenly became pleasuring Ramsay, Winter was at a loss. They’d come across each other in the puppy pile a few times, but he’d done the groping while she turned her attention elsewhere. Touching Saya or Mack while they did things to Ramsay would be easier.

Getting mixed up with a Dom wasn’t on her to-do list.

She hadn’t paid much attention to Mack yet, so she slid down and ran her tongue up and around his cock. When she took him in her mouth he pushed further than she’d meant to take him, and groaned.

“She’s good at that?” Ramsay laughed.

“Of course. Aren’t most kinky girls?”

“I’ve only been with one.”

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