Page 81 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Uh huh.” Winter raised a brow. “Now tell me there aren’t new security cameras in there.”

“Mmm... I tried talking Law into it, but he got all moral on me. Bastard.” He winked at Winter. “Anytime you want someone sweet and sensual in bed, instead of the rough stuff, you give me a call, gorgeous.”

Winter cackled before Ramsay or Mack could intervene. “I already have sweet and sensual in my bed. She’s prettier than you.”

“Oh jeez!” Saya grabbed Winter’s arm and towed her off toward the green room.

“I’m not convinced.” Law frowned, as though considering the matter seriously. “I think she meant Mack.”

Ramsay bit his lips together to stop himself. There was nothing sweet about the way Mack was with Winter when they had sex, but that wasn’t his information to share. Ramsay and Mack exchanged glances and burst out laughing, then walked after the women.

In the green room, they stripped Saya naked, telling her they were going to help her into her costume.

“Yeah, whatever. You know I’m not nervous on stage much anymore. You don’t need to do this.” She tried to get away but six hands stopped her, held her still, put her on her hands and knees on the couch after spreading a blanket they brought just for this. Some people might have called it premeditated.

They ganged up on her – pinching, prodding, tickling.

“Stop, stop! There’s too many hands. Please do things to each other and leave me alone? Please, Master, make them stop.” She knelt up, her hands clasped in mock supplication.

“Fine. Everyone up.” They got to their feet and Ramsay pulled the blanket onto the floor, spreading it out like he was planning a picnic. “Saya, kneel there.” He pointed to the center of the blanket and she complied. “Mack and Winter, clothes off.”

“What?” Mack stood there, looking stunned.

Winter glared. “Fuck you.”

Ramsay sighed. “How did I know you’d say that, Winter? Now, you can either do it, or I can help you do it. Which do you think will be less embarrassing?”

“Cocksucker.” She glared at him and undressed, her movements jerky. There was a moment of shock when he realized he wouldn’t have to force her, but he hid his surprise by turning to Mack.

“Did I sound insincere, bitchboy? Either cooperate or I’ll call Law and Luther in here and get them to hold you down while I undress you myself. Your call.”

Mack swore under his breath and got undressed slowly, every moment of agonized hesitation making Ramsay’s cock harder. The girls stared at Mack as he stripped, probably adding to the feeling of being exposed.

As he stepped out of his jeans, Winter catcalled him. “No underwear, Mack? You hussy!”

“Fuck, Winter. Shut up.” Color stained his cheeks and his cock stood at attention.

“Kneel beside Saya.” Ramsay’s dick was just as hard as Mack’s. He surveyed the three of them coolly, doing his best to feign disinterest as he tried to decide what to do next. They were his – three submissives. Crazy. The entire truth of it hadn’t hit him until that moment. A lot of dommy guys went through their lives married to vanilla girls and contented themselves with that. He’d always counted himself lucky to have met Saya. It was like a miracle, meeting her when they’d been in high school. If it had ever occurred to him that he wanted a second submissive, he would have gone to some munches or hung out more on FetLife. Answering an ad about a band that needed a drummer should never have turned out this way, but he wasn’t about to complain.

So one was a guy. It was unexpected, considering he was straight, but it was interesting.

They all watched him. Mack and Winter didn’t have very good form when it came to kneeling, but that was easily taught.

People seemed to think that being the Dom was the easy job, but really, sometimes, not having to think so hard sounded good. Being bossed around by someone else in bed, though, didn’t appeal to him at all.

He considered various scenarios, including fucking Mack’s ass, but he hadn’t thought to bring lube. Going without sounded uncomfortable. Instead, he undressed too and walked to stand in the middle of the blanket, in front of Saya.

“Suck.”

She kneeled up immediately, enveloping his cock with her mouth. The pleasure she gave made him groan. When she leaned back to slide to the tip again, he looked at the other two, who were watching.

“Are the two of you on vacation or something?”

Mack crawled to him and tentatively ran his tongue over the length of his dick while Saya concentrated on playing with the tip. Winter sat back on her heels, displeased. When Ramsay snapped his fingers at her and frowned, she looked mutinous.

Before she could back away he grabbed her by the back of the hair and dragged her over.

“What happens to bad girls, Winter?”

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