Page 55 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Reluctantly he went, fighting a disturbing urge to assert his claim on Mack – to mark him – before he walked away.

At the other end of the store, Winter was waiting, holding one of the fitting room doors slightly ajar.

“Where is she? If she can’t even leave the changing room, chances are she won’t want to wear it on stage.”

“It’s a surprise. Duh. Ready?”

Duh? What he wouldn’t give to turn her over his knee and teach her some respect. Winter and Mack were out of control. If he was going to keep them, he’d have to get them to start toeing the line.

Keep them? Like they were stray cats? He seriously needed some time away from them so he could talk to Saya.

Winter yanked the door open and his submissive stood there in a frothy pink Lolita dress, looking like dessert. Her skin just above the bodice was blotchy and there was one distinct bite mark between her neck and shoulder.

“Have you been playing, Saya?”

The girl’s gaze dropped to her matching pink Mary Janes.

“I was playing with her for a sec. Was I not supposed to?”

He looked at Winter and raised a brow. “I guess I didn’t say you couldn’t. Are you both suffering now?”

“Yes, Master.” Saya pouted.

Winter glared at him and waved him away. “There’s one more you should see.”

“I have to leave and you’re staying in here with her?”

“This is a store, not a pay-by-the-hour motel. I’m just going to help her change, unlike some Doms I know.”

“Like you only helped her change a few minutes ago?”

“We won’t do more than that. We’re both too sore.”

He opened his mouth to prompt her to say “Sir” but realized he was jumping the gun there. A lot.

They stared at each other for ages. He’d touched her, fucked her, but she was still keeping him at arm’s length.

Ramsay inched closer but she held her ground, not retreating into the changing room with Saya, who watched, looking amused. He wasn’t sure what Saya was expecting him to do, but she was anticipating a show.

“Trouble?” Mack’s voice so close to his ear made his balls tighten.

“Aren’t they always?”

Mack’s eyebrow quirked. “I’m more than willing to punish them for you, Ramsay. Say the word and I can make them very sorry girls.”

“You’re so fucking creepy, Mack.” Winter shook her head in mock disapproval.

“You like me creepy.” He winked.

“You guys need any help?” Another voice came from behind them. Cross. He was laughing. “Winter, did I ever tell you about the time I caught Q and Sabrina making out in one of the changing rooms?”

“Oh, like you, Gemma and Izzy never have?”

The wicked gleam in his eye was enough of an answer.

“Store owner’s prerogative,” Malachi said from the counter and shrugged. “We’ve christened the tattoo shop a few times, my girls and I.”

“What a coincidence.” Cross smirked.

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