Page 52 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“You don’t like this, Winter? You want me to stop?”

The “go fuck yourself” she meant to say remained unsaid, and she tried squirm the right way to get his finger deeper.

“You don’t own any butt plugs, Mack?”

Mack laughed. “Uh, no. Winter would eviscerate me if I ever tried it.”

“She’s said as much?”

“She doesn’t need to.”

Saya kissed Winter, and she lost track of everything, other than the girl’s tongue slipping along hers, the press of their sexes and the movement of Ramsay’s thick finger inside her.

Something flicked lightly across her other hole and she yelped and tried to lift away from the net. Someone grabbed her hips and she was held fast. Each little brush felt like electricity shooting through her body. Her heart raced, and she turned to look at Mack, who was grinning back at her. He was holding her in place for a smug Ramsay.

Fuck! Anal was a hard limit, not that she and Mack had ever even discussed it. It was disgusting. Ramsay’s finger swept over her again, gently, then explored the area more thoroughly. Winter shuddered, unable to get away. She tried to complain, but her mouth just hung open stupidly.

“I think you’d better stop before her brain overloads.”

“I think if I do this a few more times...” He pumped the finger in her pussy, then circled her bottom hole again with the fingers of his other hand and her hips jerked forward, mashing against Saya. A keening wail erupted from her and an orgasm crashed over. Not satisfied with that, he kept touching, teasing, threatening to fuck her ass. Saya kissed her, murmuring endearments. Mack had let go of Winter at some point, and came back to clamp her nipples. The clamps were too tight and hurt like a motherfucker. She screeched, and the drag of a cold, dull knife over her skin set her off again.

Saya was gasping, trying to hold back. Her rapid breaths feathered across Winter’s cheek, the feel of it as sensual as an intimate touch. The net lowered a bit and Saya startled and screamed.

A cock slid through her wetness. Ramsay, since Mack was behind Saya. If he got rope burn on his dick she was going to laugh her ass off.

He pulled her further away from Saya and drove up into her in a series of short,fierce thrusts, until he was all the way in. Winter’s eyes fluttered shut. Ramsay froze and commanded her to stay still.

Mack was growling words at Saya, his voice tight with excitement. She was begging him not to hurt her anymore. A fierce protectiveness rose in Winter’s chest, but then Ramsay began pummeling into her and she lost all coherent thought. How the hell did Saya take him? From below, he toyed with her sore and sensitive clit, bringing her back toward Orgasmland faster than she would have thought possible.

Saya was shrieking as if Mack was murdering her. Winter forced her eyes open, and watched Mack leisurely plunging into her, his face a mask of concentration. He kept a slow, deliberate pace, but between her screaming and begging to come, no one who heard her would ever guess that. Mack had to be loving it, considering how hard he had to work to get noises like that out of Winter. Watching them together was better than porn. Her groin throbbed.

A last orgasm built and tore through her, hurting as sore muscles clamped down on Ramsay’s monster of a cock. The pain made it more intense, and the pulses and waves quaked through her, dragging out until she was limp and exhausted. Moments later, Ramsay roared in her ear and his cock jerked inside her as he came, his fingers digging into her hip bones.

Saya’s screaming had hit a crescendo and died off, and now she was sobbing as Mack awkwardly tried to pet her through the netting. He wasn’t used to dealing with a lot of sensitive girl emotions, so he seemed completely at a loss.

Fingers tickled down her spine. When Ramsay gradually started to pull out, Winter found herself protesting, her body unhappy with it being the end of things.

Ramsay chuckled and patted her ass affectionately. “We can’t fuck all day. We have to get ready for tonight. You girls are incorrigible.”

As Mack pulled out, Saya moaned and complained, but she seemed less upset.

“They’re going to let us down now. Are you okay, sweet girl?”

She nodded, and Winter kissed the streaks that tears had made down her face.

Slowly, Mack lowered them to the floor. The guys helped the women out of the net and unbuckled their cuffs. They carried them to the mattress where they all bundled together. Mack pulled the heavy blanket that was at the foot of the bed over all of them, and Winter nestled down in the middle somewhere, throwing a leg over Saya. Close behind her, Mack nuzzled, stroking his rough guitarist fingers over the smooth skin of her side.

What the hell had she done? Winter hid her face in Saya’s hair, closed her eyes and wished she could rewind a few hours. Just long enough to tell Ramsay no. And maybe go into work to volunteer on her day off so that he couldn’t change her mind again. Her body reveled in the aftermath of the orgasms he’d given her, and she hated herself for it. Skanky bitch. She’d sworn never to get involved with a Dom again.

If it had just been sex, or a way to get her fangs into Saya, she might have forgiven herself, but the truth was that she liked him as a person. He was fun to hang out with, charming, kind, he doted on his sub. He was also hot. Any woman who was into men would line up to do him, and he’d only slept with her to make his woman happy.

So what was the problem? Mack? That was a cop-out. Mack was falling in love with Ramsay and would never object to her sleeping with him.

The real issue was he’d taken control. Winter had reined him in somewhat, but he’d dommed her anyway. Domination scared the fuck out of her, but today with Ramsay she’d forgotten that. One or five steps down that path was a slippery slope. Mack had already gone there, and Saya before him.

Were they all destined to be Ramsay’s shadows? His kink monsters? Their band name wasn’t funny to her anymore. It was like creepy foreshadowing of what was at the end of the line. Being someone’s minion wasn’t a role she wanted. She was strong, independent...even dangerous if the situation warranted it, but when he’d grabbed her by the hair, pinned her, menaced her – a thrill of heat lanced through her. She pressed her lips together to suppress a groan. When he’d done those things, her knees had gone weak and she’d been ready to do anything to please him, to have him use her. Winter had made fun of Mack for it, but the simple truth was that he’d only been hypnotized by him before she had. She was no better. If anything, she was worse. Mack didn’t have rules about Doms.

Finally, her afterglow wouldn’t be put off any longer, even with her gloomy thoughts. Heaviness stole over her and she started to drift in and out of dreams. Maybe a small nap, and then breakfast. Another shower.

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