Page 77 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Time’s up.” Ramsay’s rough voice sent shivers through Winter. She wouldn’t put itpast the fucker to kick the door down.

Slowly, she withdrew her finger, making sure to get her a little crazier. She slid Saya’s underwear and jeans back up and zipped them for her, then patted her ass, right on the base of the plug.

“Coming! Are you a good girl for me, Saya?”

“Yes, Winter.” She sniffled.

“Will you let me do whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

Power coursed through her and Winter was painfully tempted to ignore Ramsay’s time limit. Torturing Saya until Ramsay popped the door off its hinges or jimmied the lock would be excruciatingly enjoyable. Even when he did make it into the room, what could he do to punish her? She wasn’t his to punish.

But playing with his sub was contingent on her playing by his rules.

“Fucking cocksucking son-of-a-bitch,” Winter muttered. Saya wasn’t just his anymore, but Winter’s authority only stretched so far. For now.

Saya stood on her toes and kissed the corner of her mouth, trying to draw her back into making out. Apparently, she was ready to disobey her Master to get more attention from Winter.

“Be good. We have to go talk to the boys.”

“I don’t want boys right now. I want you.” Saya’s eyes were warm and deep. Winter became mired in them, unable to escape. Not for the first time, she wished she had a cock so she could fuck her violently against the door.

Winter groaned and tipped her head back, searching for self control. “Out! You heard your Master. Time’s up.”

Saya pouted, but grabbed the door handle. “Yes, Mistress.”

Oh fuck.

Unable to stop herself, Winter kissed her again, with all the passion and violence she inspired.

She pulled away. “Get! Before I do something you’ll be sorry for later.”

Saya opened the door and there stood Ramsay, looking like punishment was high on his priority list.

“When Spider is asleep, you’re both in for it.”

“I’m sorry, Master. It was hard to stop.” Saya’s eyes were beseeching, but he didn’t seem moved.

“I’m not sorry. You’re lucky I stopped at all.” Winter smirked at him.

His hand caught her hair in a painful grip.

Oh shit.

Winter tried to pry his hand free, but it only made him tighten his fist. The pain made her gasp. She was already ridiculously horny, and this wasn’t helping her calm down.

“Saya, dear, could you and Mack put the boy to bed? Winter and I need to have a little discussion.

The menace in his words made her even hornier. He dragged her through the hall and down the back stairs. When he came to the dungeon door she tried to backpedal, but Ramsay, annoyed, ignored her silent protest.

“I’m not having sex with you with that kid in the house,” she growled at him.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Monster.”

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he flipped on the light, then pulled her up as tall as he could force her to with the grip on her hair. Even at her tallest he looked down at her as though she was a toy.

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