Page 49 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Winter groaned inwardly. She was so fucked. This was just a harmless infatuation, right? They’d make out and play around together for as long as this lasted, then things would go back to the way they were before?

Fine. If she couldn’t have Saya without fucking Ramsay, she’d pay the price. But it couldn’t be long term. The whole sub thing wasn’t for her. If he insisted on things being that way, maybe she could fake it for a while, for sexual purposes, just to get him off. But if he wanted more – if he was looking for that true submission the Doms she’d known had always been pissed at her for not giving them – that wasn’t going to happen. She just didn’t have it in her to let go like that. Sure, she got off on Mack tying her up, controlling her body, giving her pain, but when it came down to it, her mind was her own. Other than the occasional mind-fuck, no one was allowed in there.

Her mother used to tell her that she had the kind of walls that would make a therapist turn to drink.

Whatever.

She crawled nearer and for a moment she saw a flash of surprise before he could hide it. Not as sure of himself as he let on, apparently. Nowthatshe found interesting. If he wasn’t pathologically cocky, maybe she could tolerate him a bit longer than she’d thought. Although there was always the chance that his surprise had just been her imagination.

Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his, amazed at how hard his were compared to Mack’s. Ramsay had that ruggedly handsome thing going on that didn’t rely on feminine beauty to make it work.

Winter half waited for him to grab her by the hair and jam his tongue down her throat in a crude display of dominance, but he let her take her time. She started to play,enjoying the way he tensed and breathed funny when one of the other two did something he enjoyed too much. In this situation, Ramsay was seriously outnumbered. With three against one, it wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge. It definitely wasn’t the Dom.

She licked along his lips, but he didn’t make it easy for her to get her tongue into his mouth. It was the first time she’d had a man play hard to get – especially after an invitation. No, a coercion. The challenge turned her on, although she hadn’t exactly been turned off at any point this morning.

Who needed coffee to wake the fuck up?

When she finally managed to get her tongue in his mouth, they actually kissed. He was more controlling then, but she couldn’t remember why she’d objected to that earlier. Hands stroked her back, then played along her ribs before trailing down between her legs. There was no hiding how wet she was, but if he was rude enough to mention it, she’d say it was from making out with Saya. The last thing he needed was a boost to his ego.

Without any fumbling, he found her clit and played before pinching it between his fingers. A noise she hadn’t authorized escaped her and he chuckled, relaxed his fingers, then pinched again. Fuck. She was going to come whether she wanted to or not. How was she going to do it on the sly so the bastard didn’t know it was because of him?

This was all so vanilla – why was this making her so horny? Too horny for too long.

The moan she wanted desperately to suppress fell into his mouth. It turned into a piteous whimper and she pressed against his hand, unable to control what her body demanded. She panted, trying to hold off. Too late. She came, clenching on nothing, empty. He dragged a finger through her wetness and plunged it in.

Fuck, he had big fingers! Her body rippled around the intrusion and, when she came again, he whispered a swear against her mouth. His muscles tensed and his hips came up off the floor.

Through her haze, she heard Saya giggle. “Swallow faster, you’re making a mess.”

Winter looked down in time to see Mack’s eyes watering as he gagged on Ramsay’s cock. When he came up for air a moment later, he flipped Saya off good-naturedly.

“He’s your Dom, you clean up this mess.” Mack shook his head. “How you girls keep up with all that is a mystery to me.”

“Fuck that.” Ramsay growled. He sat up and Winter got out of the way just in time. He grabbed Mack’s hair and glared at him. “You made the fucking mess, bitchboy.You clean it.”

Mack’s eyes sort of glazed over and he looked at Ramsay with helpless...something. Need? Adoration?

Whatever was going on in his head, it didn’t stop Mack from lowering himself back down and cleaning the mess he’d dribbled onto Ramsay with long sweeps of his tongue.

Watching him debase himself to please another man sent a dirty thrill through her. Poor bastard. Not even his own girlfriend pitied him.

Ramsay was breathing hard as Mack licked the mess from his balls, twitching and probably sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm. As straight as he was, the sight of Mack going down on him didn’t seem to freak him out. If anything, it looked like it gave him a power rush.

Although she’d just gotten off, albeit prematurely, watching the show made Winter want more. As for Ramsay, he went from semi-hard back to hard in no time. Impressive.

“Mack, I’m going to fuck Winter now. Do you have somewhere convenient to tie her up?”

What? She glared at him. “But what if I don’t want to fuck you?”

“Tying you up should fix that.” He grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder. All she could do for a moment was lie there, shocked. “Your safeword is?”

“We have space set up in the basement. Her safeword is monster,” Mack, the leering traitor, replied.

Sharp teeth nipped her ass, but from her vantage point she couldn’t see her assailant. She gasped and fought but Viking Ramsay just stalked off toward the basement door, as though her weight and her struggles were of no consequence. Feet followed behind them, and she cringed and tried to make herself smaller as he went down the narrow stairs. The light of the dungeon flipped on and Ramsay gave a low whistle.

“Quite the set-up you have down here. I wish we had an entire floor we could dedicate to sex.”

“Like you don’t just do me wherever you want, Master?”

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