Page 86 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Mack blinked at her, unable to think of anything to say.

“Uh...good to know.” Ramsay bestowed a dazzling smile upon her, and Mack followed suit.

The woman looked at one, then the other, and sighed regretfully. “Always the hot guys.” She waved briefly and moved off into the Lego section.

“She thinks we’re gay,” Ramsay whispered, incredulous.

“As soon as Spider left for school this morning, you pierced my nipples and put a plug in my ass,” Mack replied. “Maybe you can understand her confusion.”

“It’s just weird.” Ramsay shook his head, as though he needed to clear out some cobwebs. “I’ve always thought of myself as straight, but here a total stranger saw through the ‘we’re just friends’ charade we play when we’re in public in about a half second. But her automatic assumption is that we’re gay. Is it just me, or do people always guess that someone is either gay or straight. Like there’s nothing in between?”

“Being bi is like that. Either you just let it slide or you’re constantly having to explain your sexuality to complete strangers.” Mack was surprised at how calmly Ramsay was taking it. He’d assumed Ramsay would flip out if his heterosexuality was ever called into question, but maybe all of the teasing they did had gotten him used to the idea.

Ramsay raised a brow. “How would you know? You didn’t have a male partner before I came along.”

“I can read, unlike some people I know.”

“Why waste time reading when there are so many other things to do?” Ramsay’s feral grin made him melt.

For that smile Mack would gladly burn every book he owned.

*

Between the four of them, in Spider’s bedroom, they’d re-enacted the story of the three little pigs, then tucked him in. Saya sat guard duty outside his bedroom door, waiting for him to stop giggling and fall asleep. Winter had made a very convincing Big Bad Wolf for a woman who hated kids.

The performance had been yet another way for Saya and Winter to avoid the inevitable. The longer the boy stayed awake, the longer they were safe from whatever punishment Ramsay had in mind.

Mack sat next to Ramsay on the couch and tried to watch TV, but was too keyed up to relax and enjoy it. Their Dom had been cryptic about the punishment plans he had for later, and for Mack the anticipation, itself, was torture. That Mack was being punished by being kept in the dark didn’t matter to Ramsay, even though he hadn’t been involved in the infraction.

After supper, when the men of the house had their turn with the dishes – a novelty that Saya still had trouble accepting, since they were usurping her place – the girls had wandered off. When he, Spider and Ramsay were done, they’d gone into the living room, then the practice room, but there had been no sign of them. Ramsay had stalked off upstairs and later told him he’d discovered the women whispering together in the master bedroom. Neither would tell him what the big secret was.

Mack could tell the curiosity was killing Ramsay. He’d paced around, snapped at everyone but Spider, and now he was fidgeting on the couch.

“It’s hard to sit here with you when you’re doing that.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Ramsay grumbled. “You just like mocking me. Are you in on this with them?”

“What? No. I’m not that good an actor.”

“True. I can usually tell when you’re lying or when you’re trying to be polite.” Now he looked smug. “You frown and search for your words too much.”

“Fuck off.”

With lightning speed, Ramsay grabbed Mack’s nipple through his shirt. The piercing being there made him nervous, although the stimulation was even more arousing. Mack shivered.

“Fuck off... Sir?”

“Are men even allowed to be brats? Isn’t that a girl thing?”

“I don’t think it’s gender specific, Sir.”

Ramsay’s face got close to his. “In this house maybe it should be gender specific. I just spank Saya and Winter, but I don’t have such delicate sensibilities with you. You, I could tie up and beat without guilt.”

“Yes, Sir.” Mack pressed his lips against Ramsay’s. By the time Mack had his tongue in Ramsay’s mouth, Ramsay had him by the hair and was controlling what had started off being just a friendly thing.

Winter was on her laptop, sitting on the couch kitty corner from them. “Seriously? I whisper a few words to Saya away from boy ears and we’re treated like criminals. Meanwhile, you two start making out on the couch and I’m just supposed to accept that?”

“Sometimes being a sub sucks. Same thing goes with being a Dom. Winter, you get the best and worst of both worlds. I don’t envy you.”

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