Page 65 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“You wouldn’t!”

“I have and I will again.” Winter shrugged.

It was amazing how quickly Winter was taking to domming the girl. They looked natural together, like they’d been partners for years.

Ramsay fished a bottle of water out of the bag he’d been minding for her and handed it over. “The drummers were decent.”

“I prefer when you play for me. You know what I like.” She cracked open the bottle of water and chugged most of it down.

“Speaking of him knowing what you like, Ramsay has asked to do something pervy.” Winter frowned. “I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”

“Ooh! What’s he wanna do?” Saya wiggled on Winter’s knee for a moment then glanced around. The people at the nearest table couldn’t hear them over the general din, but they could see everything the two girls were doing – one of the men stared at them, looking like he needed a napkin to sponge up his drool.

“He wants Mack to torture me while you two watch.”

Saya bit her lip. “Do I get a safeword?”

“He won’t be laying a finger on you.”

“But what if I want him to stop what he’s doing? What if I hate him for hurting you?” She wrapped her arms around Winter’s neck and kissed her cheek. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“I have a safeword, if I need it. You won’t be able to watch, even knowing I’m enjoying myself?”

“Well...I can try. If worse comes to worse I could always go upstairs and watch TV or something.”

“True.”

Mack grinned at Saya, his smile probably looking as creepy as it felt. “Just make sure to crank the volume. I plan to make her loud.”

*

The premeditation involved in getting Winter to undress for them immobilized her. They all stood uncomfortably in the middle of the basement, making jokes about how awkward it seemed when it wasn’t heat of the moment.

“Here, does this help?” Mack stripped off his shirt. Ramsay did the same.

“No. Now it feels a little weirder.”

“Strip, princess.” Ramsay snapped his fingers at his woman and she reluctantly started to disrobe.

“This isn’t fair,” Saya grumbled. “I thought we were supposed to watch, not be watched.”

“Pardon me?”

“Um... This isn’t fair, Master?”

Despite her complaints, Saya complied, stripping down to her panties. She looked at Ramsay expectantly and he nodded. “Yes, you can leave those on for now.”

Saya’s luscious curves drew Mack’s eye. His gaze travelled along her body, happy to dwell on her full breasts with their hardened tips before moving on to her belly and hips. Saya ducked her head when she realized they were all staring at her.

Mack had cranked the heat in the room, but the air was still chilly. Saya shivered and Ramsay wrapped his heavily muscled arms around her. They kissed, which soon turned into Ramsay carrying her over to the mattress and laying her flat. He ordered her to stay still and he ran his hands over her skin as her breathing became slow, heavy, hypnotic.

“They’ve forgotten all about us.” Mack winked. He pulled Winter close and ran his fingers through the back of her hair, then kissed her deeply. She melted into him as though he’d pulled the plug out of a drain.

Winter was always watching, wary. It was her nature to be suspicious and think that people were trying to fuck her over. After their first few months together, he’d deduced that had to do with surviving in her big, backstabbing family. When they’d met she hadn’t realized that not every family was like that. He was one of the only people she really trusted, although he knew Saya was slowly worming her way into that inner circle.

Between kisses, Mack undressed her. He inhaled her scent, her warmth, slid his palms over the smoothness of her skin. The piercings he’d done on her nipples had healed and he flicked them, making her shudder. Her willowy, pale nakedness, flawless and waiting for his marks, brought a heady excitement. She was so very small and vulnerable under her fuck-you armor. Knowing that she would let him hurt her in a million depraved ways gave him the kind of exhilaration that could turn a normal man into a monster. With him, it had done just that.

Memories of her pain echoed silently in the room. Screams that he’d drawn from her unwilling lips, the smell and taste of her blood. It was nothing anyone else could hear or see, but to him it lay over the current reality like a filter that reminded him of what had come before.

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