Page 88 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Sorry, Sir. She’s just so pretty.”

“So pretty you thought you’d drag her off and have a secret conversation with her tonight? What were you talking about?”

“We can’t tell you, Sir. Sorry.” Winter was amused. Bad plan.

Saya looked more upset. “Maybe we could hint or something?”

“No. Don’t cave now, Saya, or it’ll ruin everything.”

Saya looked at Winter then turned her head and scrutinized Ramsay’s expression. Now the question was whether her Master, or her Domme plus this need for secrecy would win out.

“We’ll see how you feel about your decision in a few minutes.” Slowly, he unbuckled his belt, his gaze not wavering from Saya’s. “I’m sorry it’s had to come to this, but I won’t tolerate disobedience from you, Saya mine.”

Saya whimpered pitifully but nodded. She understood but still wouldn’t budge, apparently.

He pulled the belt from his jeans, the sound making Winter shudder where she stood. A belt beating wouldn’t be a punishment for her.

“Since you’re the one encouraging her to keep secrets from me, you will kiss the belt she’s getting beaten with. He looped it in half and held it in front of Winter’s face. When she tried to turn her face away, he grabbed her hair and kept her immobile. “For every second you disobey me, she gets another blow. Understood?”

“Fuck! You fucking cocksucker! Leave her alone.”

Ramsay’s eyes became dark and hooded. He shoved the belt closer to Winter’s face and after the barest hesitation, she kissed it, looking like she’d still rather kick his ass.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl. Tell if you want to. It’s not worth this. You could tell him what it’s about, at least.”

Saya nodded. “We were just talking about a surprise for your birthday, Master.”

Ramsay paused, then drew his brows further down. “Why not just say that instead of stringing me along this far? Are you trying to make me feel like an ass on purpose?” He looked embarrassed, annoyed and hurt. “Part of D/s relationships is openness and trust. If you won’t give me the information I need to make an informed decision, I come off looking like a crazy dictator. Is that being fair to me?”

“No, Master. I’m sorry. I should have said at least that much right away.”

“Ya think? I understand this sort of thing from Winter. She doesn’t totally understand the rules yet. But you, Saya? You know how this works. And Winter should know not to interfere with you doing what’s right.”

Mack cleared this throat. “Sir, maybe...”

“Shut the fuck up and come here bitchboy.”

Great. Now he and his big mouth would be hooked to the ring too. Ramsay had never beaten him and he was hoping that he wouldn’t disgrace himself and make noise. The hard-on he’d gotten before they’d come downstairs was gone.

He went to Ramsay.

“Is it your place to interfere when I discipline the others?” He paced around Mack, like a television drill sergeant.

“No, Sir.”

Ramsay stopped behind him and Mack’s butt automatically clenched and his balls tightened.

“What’s the matter, my little pervert? You don’t want me in here?” Ramsay’s finger trailed down the cleft of Mack’s ass and brushed against his anus. The sensitive nerves there went into overload, and his cock switched directions and started to work on pointing at the ceiling again.

“You don’t like it when I shove my dick in your ass?”

Mack shut his eyes, pained. He hated being embarrassed, but for some reason, when Ramsay was mocking him, it was different. It just made him want to grovel at his feet. Not a very macho reaction to being challenged, but in the moment it was hard to care about what society expected from him as a man.

“Here.” He handed the belt to Mack.

Mack waited for him to take off his shirt, or do something to get comfortable before taking the belt back, but he didn’t do anything like that. Instead, his level blue gaze caught at Mack and reeled him in.

“Go on. Hit her seven times, each harder than the one before. Use a good part of the force you’d use on warm-up blows with Winter.”

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