Page 58 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

He felt Mack’s hands hit his chest a second before he shoved him. He stumbled back, grabbing Mack’s shirt for balance. They both fell over the edge of the chair and onto the floor. There was a crash, but Ramsay didn’t know what they’d broken.

They rolled, grunting, grappling.

“I can say whatever the fuck I want, you pompous asshat.” Mack gasped for breath. “You can’t control everyone.”

“I can control you.” Ramsay growled. He pinned Mack to the floor with a hand on his neck, straddling his hips. Mack tried to throw him off, but he was stuck. He squirmed beneath Ramsay, helpless.

With a pulse that thundered in ears that still rang from their performance, he looked down into Mack’s dark gaze. It was the eyes that drew him in, angry, frustrated, horny. Or maybe he was just seeing a reflection of what he felt.

He pressed his forehead to Mack’s. “You don’t interfere with my rules for Saya, do you understand, Mack? If this is going to work, you need to remember your place.”

“My place?” he parroted back, sounding irritated. “What place is that? Kneeling at your feet with your cock in my mouth?”

“Your place is whatever I say it is. Either you learn to obey me, or whatever is going on between us is done.”

Ramsay let go of his throat. Mack lunged upward and nipped Ramsay’s bottom lip. The tension between them exploded.

He took Mack’s mouth hard with his own, furious that he’d made him want this so bad. Teeth grazed, tongues fought. One of the girls gasped. There was the sound of furniture being moved. Ramsay grabbed Mack, flipped him onto his stomach, pulled his t-shirt over his head and pinned him, stuck in its confines. His back exposed, Ramsay bit him, marking him, remembering how he’d felt when Mack had been talking to the Doms at the clothing store. Someone needed to learn who he belonged to. His little bitch squirmedand moaned, trying half-heartedly to get away. With fumbling hands, he stripped Mack’s jeans off. He was already hard, but then so was Ramsay. He stripped off his own.

What was he doing?

In his moment of hesitation, Mack tried to scramble away. Ramsay pinned him down, planting a hand in the middle of his back.

“Where do you think you’re going, bitchboy?”

“I don’t think I want to do this.” Mack was trembling, his voice uncertain.

“No?” He hauled him to his feet and pulled his t-shirt the rest of the way off. Tangling a fist in his hair kept him still, and Ramsay slid a hand down Mack’s chest then grabbed his cock firmly. A strangled moan escaped him, and Ramsay chuckled. “You sound like you do want to do this. If you say ‘red’ I’ll stop. Otherwise I’ll do whatever the fuck what I want.”

“Okay.” Mack tried to kiss him, but he held his hair so that their mouths barely touched. The sneaky bitch flicked out with his tongue, catching Ramsay’s top lip.

“You’re determined to have things your way, but with me you’ll only get what I choose to give you.” He spun Mack around, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, then marched him into the bedroom.

He walked Mack to the foot of the bed and bent him over until his upper body was supported by the mattress. Roughly, he kicked Mack’s feet apart.

“Have you done this before?” Ramsay glanced around, but Saya was there and handed him the bottle of lube before he thought to ask for it.

Evil girl.

“No,” Mack whispered.

“Should have let me peg you when you had the chance,” Winter said sympathetically. “He’s just as fucking huge as you are. At least that strap-on I bought is smaller.”

“Go stand by the door if you want to watch,” Ramsay ordered.

“After you’re in, I’ll back off. I want to see this.”

“You’re going to suffer for this, Winter.” Mack gasped and struggled again as Ramsay squirted the cold lube into the cleft of his ass.

“Get over there now, Winter, or you and Saya are next.” To his surprise, the girls were in the doorway before he had to add a threatening glare. Ramsay forced Mack’stwisted arm up further on his back and Mack swore. “I’ll let go if you promise to stay still. I’d hate to be in the middle of something and have you hurt yourself. If you’ve never had anything in your ass I’ll need to take my time. If you piss me off, it’ll be more like being fresh meat in prison.”

“Okay, okay.” Mack groaned. “I’ll stay still.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He jammed his arm a little higher.

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