Page 59 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Ow! Fuck! Yes, Sir!”

He let go and Mack flexed his arm a few times. Ramsay watched the flow of muscle and had to admit that Mack’s body was just as beautiful as his face. If he was into guys, that would be a good thing, but he wasn’t into guys...other than the fact that he was about to fuck his lead guitarist in the ass.

He lubed his index finger and spread more of the slippery stuff around, teasing around Mack’s asshole for a minute before pressing his fingertip against it.

Mack whimpered and tried to avoid it, but Ramsay pinned him to the bed firmly with his other hand.

“You need to relax,” Ramsay growled. “You’re just going to make this uncomfortable for yourself otherwise.”

“I don’t care how relaxed I am, this isn’t going to be comfortable.”

Finally managed to coax his finger in a little. He withdrew it and added more lube, then tried again. It slid in easier the next time, and he pumped it slowly until it went all the way in.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” Mack kept whispering, his body clutching at Ramsay’s invading digit like it was going to tear it off. This wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them.

Ramsay fucked Mack with one finger for a couple of minutes until he loosened a bit, then lubed up his middle finger and slowly coaxed it in alongside. Then, eventually, a third.

The women were craning their necks, trying to see, when Ramsay looked over. He poured lube in his hand and stroked it liberally over the length of his cock. The muscles in the other man’s back flexed and shifted beneath his smooth skin.

A man.

Stop.

Maybe stopping now would be best. Was he ready to sodomize Mack or any other guy? In the heat of the moment doing things to Mack was like a drug, but there was nothing about men that he found sexually attractive, so what the hell was he doing?

He backed off, his thoughts spinning but going nowhere. Mack pushed himself up onto his feet and turned to gaze at him, his cock standing out ninety degrees from his body.

“You changed your mind.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is about you – why this keeps happening. No offense, but I’m not into guys.”

“Mmm.” Mack nodded. “You have a funny way of showing it.” He took the few steps to Ramsay. “You’re dripping lube.”

Mack reached out and brushed the tip of Ramsay’s still-hard cock with his fingers. Ramsay grabbed his wrist and held it away. “Don’t touch me without asking.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” A crease appeared between his dark brows and he broke Ramsay’s hold, his arm dropping to his side but his hand balled into a fist.

“Then why did you call me Sir?”

Mack winced and looked away, grimacing. Ashamed? “It slipped. It won’t happen again. I won’t sub to a man that doesn’t even like me. I thought you felt something for me, but I was wrong.”

Silence stretched between them, distance wedging in where a closeness had been growing. It was his own doing, but he wasn’t sure if it was what he wanted. Stopping things with Mack now would be easier, less confusing. But if he backed off would Mack look elsewhere?

“Have you slept with Cross or Malachi?” Ramsay blurted. Where the fuck had that come from? He thought back and realized it had been bugging him since that afternoon, twisting around, quietly making him crazy.

Mack blinked. Paused. “How is that any of your fucking business?”

“You told me no one else has ever fucked your ass.”

“I did say that, yes. You don’t think I’m capable of being a top?”

“With a Dom?” Ramsay snorted.

“Fuck you, Ramsay. I top Winter just fine, and I haven’t heard her say the same about you. You might not have any respect for me, but before you came along my life was a lot more sane. I didn’t ask for this any more than you did. Maybe I had a vague attraction to a few guys before you, but I had no plan on sucking cock, let alone letting someone –” He shook his head. “Never mind. I’m taking Winter home now. Don’t come by for a few days, all right? I really don’t want to see you.” Mack flicked his fingers dismissively and started to walk away.

Ramsay’s arm shot out and he grabbed Mack as he tried to leave. “Answer the fucking question.”

“Oh, for fucksakes! Why do you care? No. Neither of them swing that way, as far as I know. I’m not interested inthemanyway.”

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