Page 64 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Aye, aye, captain.” Ramsay saluted her and she frowned.

“By the way, Mack and I are going home after this to spend some quality time together. None of your lightweight D/s bullshit.”

“You think that what you do is more meaningful than what Saya and I are into?”

She folded herself to sit cross-legged on the ottoman. “No, but the lack of violence bores me. I don’t get a high from following commands, like some people do. I need to suffer.”

The last word hung in the air like it had grown bee wings and was hovering overhead. It was true. It had been days since Mack had hurt her, and although he’d found release in messing around with Ramsay, she hadn’t gotten off since Ramsay had fucked her in the net. For her that was pretty much vanilla.

Mack hadn’t failed to meet her needs since he was a new sadist and they hadn’t known each other as well. Sure, Ramsay was a novelty, but that was no excuse. Winter was his choice every day. He needed to remind her of that, no matter how long they’d been together.

Ramsay didn’t seem to be put off by her abrasiveness, like most people generally were. Instead his face softened and he gave her a small smile. “I’d like to see what you do – what the two of you are into when you’re not with us.”

“Like a home video?” Winter asked sarcastically, brow raised.

“No, like an invitation to watch.”

Winter’s eyes narrowed. “Pervert.”

“You know it.”

She picked up the straw out of her glass and stuck the end in her mouth, then started to chew on it. Her gaze followed Saya as she moved to different parts of the room.

Mack didn’t say anything. This had to be her decision, since she was the one who’d be on display. The idea of Ramsay watching him work made Mack a bit nervous. Would he critique him? Did he know anything about sadism? What if he thought what they did was disturbing or disgusting?

“Well? Do you think you can handle it?” Ramsay prompted, alert and interested.

“Oh, I can handle your detour into voyeurism. I’m more worried that you’ll puke on the floor of our dungeon. That smell is always hard to wash out.”

“If I get scared, I’ll hide my eyes.”

Winter snorted and leaned on the table, eyeing Ramsay with disdain. “Does the sight of blood make you faint?”

“Only if it’s mine.”

Mack sighed. With these two in a pissing contest, they might be here all night.

“How about we let them in on a date night and they can decide if they can handle coming back again. We’ve given Ramsay the official disclaimer, let them make up their own minds.”

“We can always blindfold Saya if she gets scared.” Ramsay scooped up some hummus and jammed the flat bread into his mouth.

Winter seemed to consider that idea for a moment. “No. Blindfolding Saya will make me want to do something else, entirely.”

The drumming ceased and the room erupted into applause. Saya glided over, flushed and grinning.

“You dance beautifully.” Mack reached for her hand and squeezed it. The grace in her performance had given him so many new ideas for adding movement to his sketches that he regretted not bringing paper and pencil with him. “I never realized how involved bellydance was. I always thought of it as glorified exotic dance, but it’s really not the same at all.”

“No.” Saya laughed. “And I get to keep my clothes on, which I prefer.”

“That part is regrettable. The more you’re naked, the better, as far as I’m concerned.” Winter beckoned her over and Saya perched on her knee.

“Did you like watching me dance, even if I was wearing too much?” Saya asked Winter sassily.

The two of them were adorable together. Maybe Rime from his webcomic needed a girlfriend. And there was nothing like live models.

Winter brushed her fingers over Saya’s bare lower back and she shivered and straightened.

“I kept imagining dragging you off to find a green room, if there is one.”

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