Page 60 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Pressure was pounding in his head. “Whoareyou interested in?” It came out louder than he meant it to, but Mack could be so fucking irritating.

Mack got in his face, his face red and teeth bared. “Not some megalomaniac jackass who wants to control me and fuck me, but is too chickenshit to admit it.” He tried to free his wrist again, but this time Ramsay was ready and used brute strength to stop it from happening.

Rage tore through Ramsay, all oranges and reds and intolerable heat. Challenging little son of a bitch. Mack had no clue what weird, pent-up, fucked-up shit he set loose in Ramsay – stuff he had no desire to feel, that scared him and excited him and made him want to hurt people.

Mack yanked again, trying for the weak point in Ramsay’s grip, wrenching at his arm to no avail. He tried to head butt him. Ramsay tipped his head to the side to avoid it and twisted Mack’s arm behind his back again, adrenaline threading through him as he forced him to his knees and shoved his forehead to the floor. Mack screamed in frustration and tried to buck him off, but Ramsay blocked him with his body.

Flesh pressed against flesh, his cock naturally settling in the cleft of Mack’s ass.

“Get off me!” Mack’s fruitless struggles made Ramsay’s dick throb like it had grown its own separate heartbeat. Ramsay ground against him, the lube making everything slide together temptingly. Mack flailed with his free arm, trying to punch him, but Ramsay simply caught the other arm and twisted it back too.

“No! You’ve been driving me insane pushing me for this. You’re getting what you asked for.” Ramsay let go of one of Mack’s arms and drew back his hips. With his freehand he lined his cock up with Mack’s asshole, which had slammed back shut like he’d never tried to loosen him.

“Are you safewording?”

Silence.

He prodded Mack’s ass with the tip and the other man trembled beneath him, breathing hard, but not telling him to stop.

Ramsay pushed, withdrew, pushed again, the progress so slow that at times he didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Mack’s body tried to keep him out, but he was patient. Gradually, the head of his cock sank in. Mack was panting, grunting, his body crushing the tip of Ramsay’s member and trying to force it back out. Ramsay let go of his other arm, gathered more lube from areas it wasn’t needed, and spread it on his cock.

His hands now free, Ramsay grabbed onto Mack’s hips, and fucked himself in the rest of the way with short, teasing thrusts. When Ramsay’s balls brushed against Mack’s he paused, attempting to breathe past his body’s need to empty his seed into Mack’s painfully tight ass. Beneath him, Mack was breathing hard, strangled noises escaping him every time Ramsay’s body twitched.

“Is this what you wanted, Mack?” He gripped his hips tighter and pressed his cock into him as far as he could go.

Mack’s moan was wretched. A small noise from across the room drew his attention, and Ramsay glanced over to see his sweet little slave sitting on the floor, her eyes round and mouth open. Her dress was frothed up around her hips. Winter watched, but there was fear there, and anger. He’d almost forgotten they had an audience.

They’d have to take care of themselves for now.

Gradually he withdrew, then slammed back in, making Mack cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I asked you a question, bitchboy. Is this what you wanted?”

“No.” His voice was hoarse.

“You didn’t want me to make you my bitch?” He gave a lazy roll of his hips and thrust again.

He gasped. “Oh fuck! I don’t know. I wanted something, but not this.”

“No?” Ramsay slammed into him again, Mack’s body grasping at him, crushing, the pressure almost unbearable. He reached around Mack and grabbed his hard prick,twitching and slippery with precum. Ramsay smeared Mack’s own lubrication over him and started to stroke him as he picked up rhythm. Mack moaned loudly and Ramsay felt an overwhelming power flow through him. “I think you wanted me to take your ass. Is this what you thought about the last few times you whacked off? Did you think about me fucking your ass?”

Mack didn’t answer right away, so Ramsay fucked him harder.

“Okay, okay!” he babbled. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Who owns your ass?” Ramsay barked.

“You!”

“I what?” He leaned in, grabbing the back of Mack’s neck.

“You own my ass,” Mack choked.

“Are you my bitch?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re mine, you little pervert. Understand me? No other man touches you without my fucking permission.” The pressure built. Mack’s ass was so tight that Ramsay worried he’d backfire and his balls would explode.

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