Page 53 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Although the plan for today was to take Saya to Cross’s for stage clothes, the last thing Winter wanted to do was go shopping.

Chapter Ten

“I think I got rope burn on my dick.” Ramsay grumbled, grasping his soreness through his jeans.

“Either quit fapping or let me drive.” Mack smirked.

“Fuck off. This is your fault, with your crazy dungeon trap set-up.”

“It wasn’t fun having them at your mercy for a little while?”

“Mmm. Yeah.” He pulled the truck out of the driveway and took the highway toward downtown Cobalt Harbor.

Their girls were in the back seat, still cuddled together like clean, fluffy kittens. Watching them make out in the shower, kissing, touching, was one of the most sensual things he’d ever had the pleasure to watch. His cock remembered it all too well, and tried to rise to the occasion again, but he cleared that thought from his mind. He was chafed enough already.

One sub. That had been the meaning of his life. His world had been the two of them. How had he let this happen? Sure Saya had pushed for it, but wasn’t he the one in charge? The one who was supposed to decide what was good for them? Now he had three obsessions instead of one. The other two would never overshadow his Saya, but they were in his head now. They had become his people. Even if they had simply stayed friends, they’d gotten so close so fast that he hadn’t had a chance to make rules to keep them at arm’s length. And, honestly, if he’d been in the market for other relationships, he never would have chosen them.

He flicked a glance at the rear-view mirror and caught a glimpse of Winter’s profile. Stubborn. The woman refused to let him be himself around her. It was obvious that she thought he was pushy and overbearing, but it wasn’t like he was an ass on purpose. Sure, there had been parents and teachers who had tried to teach him political correctness when he was a kid. When he saw something he wanted, he went for it. Things like rules only applied to people who didn’t want things badly enough. As he’d gotten older, his bossiness had become more subtle, but he rarely gave up on getting what he wanted.

Winter didn’t seem to give a fuck. Over the past few weeks, he’d tried all of the snake oil he had to get Saya the fantasy she wanted. It hadn’t amounted to anything until he’d dropped the subtlety and let Winter see him for what he was. Polite, attentive Ramsayhad been a joke to her. She didn’t have the same reaction to him when he allowed his dominant side take over. Then she wanted him, but she held him hostage at the same time. He had gotten a taste of power, but she wouldn’t let him have all of it.

Sexy, cold bitch.

She was everything her name and hair suggested. The Ice Queen. When it came to kink and sex, though, all of those walls fell and she was more responsive and sensual than he ever would have believed, no matter what Mack had told him. Guys bragged about their women, if they loved them, but in this situation Mack hadn’t exaggerated at all.

This interest in Winter wasn’t just about Saya anymore, and that scared him. He wanted Winter, himself. Wanted to take her and bend her to his will and make her come at his command. He could see her fight against the submission he inspired in her. There was a challenge in getting her to admit she craved the dominance she spurned. Her body knew him, wanted him, and his control, even if her brain kept shorting out her submissive impulses.

Under her fuck-you attitude and the clothing armor she wore, Winter was good people. Snarky, but not mean. Funny. Smart. If this wasn’t a temporary fling, he could see keeping her as a submissive alongside Saya, if that was what his Saya wanted.

What Saya wanted always came first. He guided their relationship but her needs and desires were his primary consideration.

But Winter was Mack’s.

Ramsay tried not to look at him, but finally flicked a glance his way, pretending he was checking out the scenery. It was pretty country here, but the arch of Mack’s brow and the curve of his lips were far more distracting.

His cock had been in that mouth.

When Mack was around, he forgot about what should be undesirable to a straight guy. Instead he’d abdicated responsibility, and let the raw dominance that Mack inspired in him take over, even though it was confusing and made him twitchy when he thought about it afterward. One of his married buddies at work made jokes about being so desperate for a blowjob that he’d take one from anyone. Jack shrugged and said “head’s head” so often, that it had become one of the inside jokes at the garage.

Could he use that as a justification though, even in his own mind? He got all the blowjobs he could possibly want from Saya, and it wouldn’t be long before he got Winter cooperating. Maybe. He didn’t need that from anyone else, let alone a guy. He could try tobelieve that he was being coerced, but it wasn’t true. As for Mack, it seemed like he was trying to keep his reactions to him subtle, but there were times when the sexual tension between them buzzed so insistently it was impossible to disregard.

Last night he’d had a vivid dream about fucking Mack’s ass while pumping his cock in his fist. It had been so real. Weird, but it felt so good he couldn’t stop himself. Dream-Mack had kept his forehead to the floor to show his submission, and power had surged through Ramsay, making him feel like an indestructible giant.

Then he’d woken with an aching erection only to find himself alone in bed with Mack.

For a moment, the dream world and reality had overlapped. Mack was asleep on his stomach, his face turned toward Ramsay. The sheet had slipped sideways when one of the girls had gotten out of bed and the curve of Mack’s tight ass had drawn him. Ramsay’s cock was still hard. The sub was available. Ramsay wasn’t used to denying himself much, in that respect. He had sat up and leaned toward Mack, reached out to pull his legs further apart, then realized what he was doing. Real Mack and Dream Mack weren’t the same, but part of Ramsay knew that Mack would probably let him anyway. Had Mack even been fucked in the ass before? Ramsay tried to be disinterested, but instead his brain started searching the room for lube.

That’s when he jumped out of bed and yanked his jeans on, tucking his cock – suddenly like a stranger to him – away. He hadn’tpreciselyrun from the room, but he was sure it hadn’t been dignified.

Then to find the girls making out on the couch... Half desperation and half jealousy had been a difficult thing to manage in his hyper-aroused state. Horny and aggressive hadn’t been the best way to approach things with Winter. He should have taken things more slowly, but the damage had been done. Between Winter and her boyfriend, they’d flipped his world on its ear. If the band wasn’t so good together, he’d take Saya and move them back to California, far away from temptation.

Instead they were going to the store where Winter worked to shop for stage clothes for Saya.

The silence in the car had stretched for far too many miles. The girls were dozing together in the back seat, but Mack was awake and staring out the window. Was he thinking about the same things? Probably.

Ramsay cast around for something safe to talk about. They’d fucked each other’s women and he’d had his dick in the guy’s mouth more often than he’d care to admit. Talkingshouldn’t be this difficult.

They were almost in town by the time he thought of something. “Are you wearing some sort of get-up for the gig tonight? It works for Saya, but there’s no way I’m wearing a costume. I don’t want to be known as that kind of musician.”

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