Page 8 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

He tried to be okay with Winter’s disinterest in him, but disappointing his princess by not even trying didn’t sit well. Besides, Winter was sexy as hell. With her white hair and pale blue eyes, she was like the Ice Queen. And she had a good figure, although she was a bit on the skinny side for his taste. Ramsay had a hard time considering anyone as perfect as Saya, though. But watching them together would be... Better not think about that. Not right then, at least.

They moved to the living room to relax. The few shots of vodka they’d done started to make him mellow. He sat on the love seat and Saya looked to him for direction. With aflick of his fingers, he indicated that she could choose, and with a small smile she knelt next to his feet and leaned her head against his knee. Automatically, he slid his hand into her hair, toying with her perfect curls and tugging subtly at her public collar. She shivered.

“You don’t let her up on the furniture?” Winter wasn’t looking at Ramsay, though. Her pale eyes were trained on Saya, seeming to miss none of their nonverbals.

“She doesn’t like sitting on furniture if she has a choice. Around vanillas she’ll do it, just so people don’t get creeped out.” He pulled gently on one of Saya’s curls and she sighed and leaned into him harder.

Winter’s face lit up in a grin that was completely unexpected. Beautiful. “We know that feeling. I have a lot of trouble even having a vanilla discussion. Not that small talk was ever my thing.”

“I got that about you.” He chuckled. Mack had settled back into the couch across from Ramsay, and Winter sat next to him, but the two weren’t touching. Ramsay got the impression that she didn’t want to appear weak, like she needed support from Mack.

Mack poured out another round of shots, and they knocked them back. Winter looked completely unaffected. Only Saya wasn’t drinking. The farmhouse was too far from town to take a taxi back, and Saya wanted a good fuck bad enough to forgo drinking, so that she could drive them back home. She was way too loud to have sex under someone else’s roof.

Winter watched him and Saya with the cold calculation of a scientist studying a strange new insect. Her attitude – her aloofness – made Ramsay a little horny. Mentally, he growled at Saya for putting the idea in his head. It was fucked up, but how much would it take to make her submit and enjoy it? Would it even be possible with a woman like her?

He knew, now that they were adults, that his immature teenaged dominance had picked up on Saya’s innate submissiveness. It had been such an easy match from the start. At first he’d been vaguely bossy with her, but she’d loved it and slowly she’d handed her control over to him before he really knew what to do with it. They’d grown into the D/s together so there’d never been a power struggle. He’d considered himself lucky, compared to the countless Doms he’d been friends with in California, who were still struggling to keep their subs in check. He’d got Saya early and had trained her into doing what he liked. There were no bad habits taught to her by former Doms. Their relationship was effortless, other than trying not to spoil her.

Winter, on the other hand, would be a challenge, and Saya wanted him to answer it. That was, if there was an off chance that she and Mack were interested. Now that theidea was there...

Mack’s eyes were slits and he was watching Ramsay watching Winter. He was starting to look buzzed. “I bet I could take you.”

“In a fight? Am I pissing you off, Mack?” He chuckled. Jealous, maybe?

Winter looked slightly amused, but not worried. “Don’t mind him. He likes wrestling, and he gets like this when he’s drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, woman.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Women don’t understand how it is. That’s all.” Mack continued. “If you don’t know who can kick whose ass, there’s no pecking order. It’s chaos.”

“So you want to wrestle me to figure out who the band’s alpha is?” Ramsay asked, with a snort. “I’ve been in several bands and I’ve never seen it settled like that.”

“No, no,” Mack frowned, waving vaguely. “I just mean socially.”

“So you want to wrestle to figure out whether you can respect me?”

“Yup.”

Saya gave Ramsay a sly look. She’d love nothing better than to watch. Maybe a simple wrestling match would sate her pervy soul. He tangled his hand tighter in her hair and tipped her head back for a rough kiss.

“Fine,” he said to both of them.

Winter sighed, but got to her feet and moved the coffee table out of the way. Ramsay pulled Saya up and coaxed her onto the couch. She tucked her feet up under her and he brushed his lips against her ear.

“This is for you, princess. This is all you’re getting, so make sure you pay attention.”

When he drew back, her eyes were shining. “Yes, Master.”

He crossed the room to Winter and took the bottle of vodka from her, drank from it and handed it back.

She rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous. Why are men like this? Saya, do you have the slightest urge to wrestle me to find out who’s queen bitch?”

Ramsay glanced over his shoulder in time to see Saya turning bright red.

She ducked her head. “I know I’m not. I don’t need proof.”

When he turned back to Winter, her gaze was traveling over Saya with interest. Ramsay could imagine them kissing and, between all of the booze and the sexual tension in the room, his cock refused to stay down. It was pressing irritably against his underwear, and he was glad he’d thought of wearing them, since he generally didn’t bother.

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