Page 50 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Good point, princess. It would be nice to have somewhere to put a spanking bench though, at least.”

“But I’m a good girl. I don’t need many spankings. Besides, I like your lap.”

Ramsay set Winter on her feet, but didn’t let go of her wrist. She shivered in thecoolness of the room. Mack walked to the radiator he’d installed when they’d moved in and cranked the heat. Bless him.

“Where do you want them?” Mack rubbed his hands together, looking like he should be twirling a handlebar mustache, instead. This was histhing, aside from music, and now cocksucking.

Ramsay was looking around, grinning. If his grip on her wrist hadn’t been so tight, he might have clapped his hands. He took quick stock of the various BDSM furniture Mack had made over the past few years. Winter watched him, though, and his gaze kept pausing on the rope net that hung from the exposed support beam in the ceiling. Mack had woven it a few days before when he’d taken a break for lunch, but they’d been so busy they hadn’t had time to use it.

“Do you think we could get them both up there?”

“It’ll hold them, no problem. We just have to get them in there and put it back up. I have pulleys set up, so it’s not hard to do.”

“What can we do with them if they’re in there, though? Stare at the pretty new decoration?”

Macktsked. “Use your imagination.”

“I’m starting to get the feeling my imagination isn’t as twisted as yours.”

“That’s a pretty safe bet.” Winter smirked.

Ramsay went from curious and excited, to dommy in zero point five. “The two of you kneel on the mattress. We need room to work.” He let go of her wrist and turned back to watch Mack.

Saya ran to the mattress and knelt. Letting other people into their private sanctuary was weird. No one had been down there since they moved in, except the two of them.

Everyone stopped talking as Mack used the pulleys to lower the net. Ramsay was staring at her.

“What?”

“I gave you an order, Winter.”

“You’re not my Dom, asshat.”

Ramsay’s arm flashed out and he grabbed her hair. The pain made her nipples even harder than the cold had.

Fuuuck. Should she safeword?

Adrenaline pumped through her and her brain scrambled around trying to figure out what to do. He tugged her head back and bit her neck. Her spine turned to mush.

“Why do you fight this so hard?” he whispered in her ear, more menacing than any man without a weapon had any right to be.

What was he going to do, spank her like a naughty child? The sub reaction he wanted from her wasn’t going to happen. Yes, her body liked the pain and manhandling he brought to this. Mack was more sensual and terrifying, where Ramsay was rough and domineering. Apparently she liked some of that, but it would be a damned cold day in the dungeon before she’d submit to him willingly.

“This is how things work with me, Winter. Either you do it or you get punished. You have a safeword, but I expect that you’ll use it sparingly, considering what Mack says you’re into.”

The sophisticated, mature Winter urged her to tell him where he could stick his punishment, but the childish Winter took over. She punched him in the stomach.

Heoomfedand let go of her hair, taking a couple of steps away.

Then he was back, and he didn’t look amused. “What the fuck was that?”

“Less than what you deserved, dickwad. We don’t actually have an agreement to play together, and we definitely don’t have one saying that I’ll submit to you.”

“You like it.”

“You wish.”

His frustration was leaking off of him, but it wasn’t her problem. If he wanted to go through life bossing everyone around, that was fine. It didn’t mean she had to cooperate.

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