Page 79 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Several more swats rained down, then he started in earnest. She struggled against him, fighting it, but he held her down until she yielded. Her body was lost, but she tried to keep him out of her head. His hands, his voice, knocked past that wall as though it was of no consequence. He lectured her until she understood why she was a bad girl. Her ass was on fire and he was never going to stop. Will slipped away. She sank under the onslaught of pain, letting him do his worst. Tears dripped off the end of her nose, but she didn’t bother wiping them away.

His thighs shifted under her belly and hips. He was saying something but it was too far away to make any sense.

Cold concrete was under her knees, his hand lifting her chin. A thumb rubbed across her lips, and she let it into her mouth and touched it with her tongue.

“I like that tongue ring,” he growled.

He had her by the back of the hair. Coaxed her mouth open wider. Jammed hisdick in. She sucked. He stood in front of her, controlling her head with his hands tangled in her hair, fucking her mouth and murmuring things to her – things she didn’t hear but went deep and took root.

She was His, empty, waiting to be filled.

He pulled out of her mouth and she accepted it. Like a doll he moved her, positioning her the way he wanted. Chest down, back curved, ass in the air. Cold and exposed until he was over her, coaxing himself in, filling her. She whimpered. So full. Strong hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her in position as he rammed in. Her toes curled, but he pummeled at the spot deep inside her until she was shrieking. A hand clamped over her mouth, but her throat was already raw. The blood howled in her ears – insides clenched on him, rippling, grasping. Coming. She couldn’t stop. Helpless, at his mercy, she gave him everything. He didn’t hesitate in taking it.

*

They were around her, keeping her warm. Hands stroked skin. Saya was lying on top of her, mouth gentle against her own, a man on either side of them. She had come out of it enough to watch Mack fuck Saya from behind. They’d watched Ramsay take her. It had been Mack’s hand on her mouth. If she hadn’t been so sated, she would have wanted more.

Being at the center of the pile made her feel as though they were keeping her grounded. Her mind kept wanting to float away.

She hadn’t given her submission freely. She’d been mugged. Part of her wanted to rebel, to reject the state he’d brought her to. The rest of her had to admit that Ramsay had seen something she’d wanted to keep buried. He’d dug for it. Her submission hadn’t been hard to access after all, it had just needed someone she cared about who knew what he was doing.

“How did you know?” Mack was playing with her hair, his arm draped over Saya to reach her.

“I could see it in her, she just didn’t want it seen.” His lips pressed against the end of Winter’s eyebrow. His voice lowered to a whisper. “You let me in – not just into your body, but into your head. Are you going to keep pushing me away or are you done with that?”

He’d taken what he wanted, but by the time it had finally happened, she’d wantedit just as bad. She’d been fighting him and his effect on her so long. Trying to resist was tiring, and she couldn’t figure out why she’d been fighting her own submission. Being a sub had always seemed undignified, but if Mack and Saya were strong enough to handle it, maybe she was too. Only her pride had been holding her back.

“I think I’m done with that, but I’m not sure. Ask me when I remember how to move.”

“I’m not going to get ‘Sir’ from you?” he teased gently.

She eyed him slyly. “You’ll have to work harder if that’s what you’re aiming for.”

“Oh really?”

The light in his eyes gave her pause, considering her nether regions were aching from his use.

“Sorry. Today I’ll be good. I’m too sore to be bratty right now.”

His chuckle warmed her. “I’m pretty sure that switches make the worst subs. I should have thought of that ahead of time.”

“I’m a masochist, not a switch. I don’t want to domme you.”

“No, but you’ve got Saya under your thumb at this point. You don’t have to switch with the same person to be a switch.”

“Can I say something, Master?”

“Go ahead, Saya. I think it’s safe.”

“Well –” She traced Winter’s face with her soft fingertips, and it felt so good that Winter was pretty sure she’d do anything to get her not to stop. “What are we to you?”

“I don’t know.” Was this a trick question? She wasn’t thinking very fast.

“Would it be silly for me to ask that we stay...you know...exclusive, at least for now?”

Winter smiled up at her, toyed with a lock of Saya’s hair then tucked it behind her ear. “You want me to be faithful to the three of you?”

“Uh huh.” Saya leaned in and kissed her again. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just can’t be in a relationship with someone that isn’t committed.”

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