Page 82 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Her eyes rolled back and she groaned. “They get punished, Sir.”

“I think you like being punished too much, my little masochist, but right now youneed to suck cock with the others. When I give you an order, you’d better comply unless you have a damn good reason not to. Don’t forget that I have no problem telling Mack to punish you for me. He knows you well enough to do it effectively, considering how much practice he’s had with it.”

She didn’t comply, so he yanked her hair harder and gave her a little shake.

“Is this going to get ugly?”

“You’re already pretty fucking ugly.”

He frowned at her, his lip curling. “Are you sure that’s what you meant to say?” he growled.

Winter rolled her eyes and sighed. “No, Sir.”

Ramsay coaxed her forward and she stuck out her tongue unenthusiastically, licking from the base of his cock to the tip, where she got sidetracked kissing Saya. Their tongues darted over him when he got in their way. Winter lured Saya further down his cock, and got Mack involved in the kissing war. Hands strayed, and they started to touch each other, and him. He opened his mouth to reprimand them for not following rules, but the sensuality of it, of being the center of their attention when they were playing together and turning each other on, was too hot to complain about.

Mack slid down and ran his tongue over Ramsay’s balls while the girls’ mouths fought over who would get the head. Their grunts, quiet moans, the wet sound of them sucking on him, tongues flicking and rolling, licking and tasting.

For a while he survived by deep breathing, by thinking of anything other than the three people trying hard to make his dick detonate. Eventually, though, as he talked himself back from the edge the fourth or fifth time, he knew he was at the end of his restraint.

Eyes closed, he grabbed for the hair of whichever sub was currently in charge of his pleasure. He wedged his cock in as far as they could take him. Tongues above and below urged him on, drove him higher, pushed him over the edge. He came hard, the pleasure and relief rushing through him with a surge of endorphins. His knees buckled and for a moment he worried he’d fall on them. She was gagging, choking, trying to keep up. Ramsay let her go, looked down, and realized it was Winter just as another stream of come splattered across her face and into her hair.

“Ugh!”

Mack took over where his girlfriend had left off, finishing the job and cleaning him when Ramsay finally gave up and lay down. Winter was looking around, doubtlessly forsomething to wipe off with. Saya laughed and hugged her, and with one long, hot lick, cleaned the errant spray from Winter’s face.

“There’s not much I can do for your hair, unfortunately.” Saya grabbed the t-shirt she’d worn to the bar and wiped at Winter’s hair with the inside of it. “At least your hair is white. It’s supposed to go in your mouth, silly. Otherwise there’s a mess to clean up.”

“I don’t swallow,” Winter said, disgusted.

Ramsay frowned. “You do now.”

“She’s just stating a fact. Swallowing was one of her hard limits.” Mack looked pained.

“When we talked about her limits, you never mentioned that.”

“Sorry, Ramsay. I thought I got them all, but maybe you should go over them with her, just to be safe. I might have forgotten something else that’s important.”

“No! Jeez! I told you people I’m not talking about that. Those lists give me the willies.” Winter waved a dismissive hand then hugged herself.

“Ohhh, shit.” Ramsay winced then went to Winter, pulling her into his arms. “I wish I would have known.”

She sat in his lap and looked up at him. “Are you trying to say that if you’d known, you would have given me a courtesy tap or something?”

“Of course! Saya and Mack are both available to help me out, and even if they weren’t, I’d never force you to do something on your hard limit list.”

“Well...” She heaved a little. “I guess in the scheme of things, it wasn’t that bad. I almost lost my dinner, but I’m better now. Most subs swallow though, right?”

“It depends on the submissive. There’s no rule book saying that you have to do certain things. It’s up to us to negotiate.” He stroked her hair, avoiding the damp patch. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Anything?”

He sighed dramatically. “That’s what I said.”

“One of these days, I want you to suck Mack’s cock.”

*

Sweat poured off of him. It trailed, stinging, into his eyes and he mopped his brow with a towel between songs. There was no way in hell he was going to start wearing a headband.

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