Page 87 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

She opened her mouth in that way that suggested she planned on telling him off, then shut it again. Winter had turned out to be a learning creature.

“Is there something you want to say to me, Winter?”

“No, Sir.” Her frown was explicit even if her words were mild.

“That’s what I thought.”

Saya walked in, looking exhausted. She sank down on the floor by Ramsay’s feet and leaned her head on his knee. “I think he laughed himself to sleep. If he wakes up with a stomach ache in the middle of the night, we’re all taking turns.”

“Hey now, I didn’t sign up to be a mommy. I take pills for that.”

“You know Ramsay and I are both up for helping.” Mack frowned at Winter. This was the life they’d chosen, being with Ramsay and Saya. Sure they had separate places, but Spider had a bedroom in each, and they usually all stayed together now. In relationships a person couldn’t pick and choose. Spider might actually become Ramsay and Saya’s forever, if the court date next week went as they were hoping. He was afraid to ask her what would happen if and when they got permanent legal custody of him. Would she insist on breaking things off with them?

Sure there was the question of where that would leave the band, but really that was the least of Mack’s concerns. The uncertainty of having no control over whether theybroke off with Ramsay and Saya sometimes kept him awake at night.

Often, when that happened, he’d bump into Saya prowling the hallway, checking on Spider. She was an attentive mother, and the slightest noise from the child would send her running to his room to see what was the matter. They sat up, talked, sometimes ate ice cream directly from the carton. It was the kind of love bond that didn’t need grand professions of feeling, but had evolved over time to become something deep and meaningful in its own right.

Mack leaned on Ramsay and played with one of Saya’s curls. She sighed and tilted her head into the caress. She loved when they played with her hair.

“Ramsay, if Bronwyn shows up at court next week and tries to take him back, can we mail her back to France? I don’t think I can...” She scrubbed at her face with one hand.

“I know, princess. I feel the same way. You know I do.”

Winter rolled her eyes. “The woman doesn’t even know him anymore. Why does anyone even have to ask her?”

Saya sighed. “Well, we could have just kept him and hoped she didn’t come back, but we thought this would give all of us some peace of mind.”

“Speaking of which, did you turn on the baby monitor?” Ramsay patted her head like she was a pet.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. You three go downstairs and strip then.”

Mack was surprised but held his tongue. This punishment wasn’t supposed to be for him, but arguing with Ramsay when he had his Dom on was a bad move.

Saya turned and looked at Ramsay, confused. “Mack too? But he didn’t do anything, Master.”

“He was being bratty before you came downstairs. How about you let me be the Master, and you can be the pretty little slave girl. Isn’t that how things are supposed to work with us?”

Mack forced himself not to laugh. She was getting just as bad as the rest of them, bratty slave.

They rose and Mack unlocked the new padlock on the dungeon with the key Ramsay made him wear around his neck. Filing down the stairwell took no more than a moment, and Ramsay locked the door behind them all.

Saya put the other half of the baby monitor on the work bench, cranking the volume so it was easily heard.

The three of them stripped in silence, with Mack acutely aware that Ramsay was still dressed. Being naked in front of a man wearing a t-shirt, jeans and sturdy black boots made Mack feel nervous and vulnerable, but really, what more could he do to Mack that he hadn’t already done? Right?

“Kneel.”

They all obeyed, even though Mack could see that Winter was thinking of balking. She’d come so far in her submission to Ramsay, but her mind still fought it at every step.

Ramsay went to the work bench and grabbed three sets of cuffs, then brought them back.

“Present your wrists.”

He buckled a set on each of them, and Mack could hardly contain his curiosity. Ramsay led the women to the o-ring that hung mid-ceiling. He clipped their wrists together and attached them to the high ring with leather straps. The position made them both stretch up on their toes, and the gem at the base of Saya’s buttplug caught the light. Their breasts were pressed together and Winter kissed Saya quickly, as though she hoped Ramsay wouldn’t notice. Watching them make out was one of Mack’s favorite pastimes.

“Enough of that now,” Ramsay growled, and swatted Winter’s butt with one big paw.

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