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Winter complied, teasing her with the tip of her tongue, as Ramsay took hold of the base of the buttplug and began to fuck her with it. Gasps and whines gave way to words that didn’t make sense.

Ramsay shuffled back and grabbed Mack by the hair. “Get me ready for her.”

Warmth flushed Mack’s cheeks and he eagerly went down on him, licking the length before he sheathed his throbbing cock with his mouth. If Sir was this horny already, this wouldn’t last long.

When Ramsay pulled away, Mack fought him for a second, wanting more.

Ramsay chuckled. “You’ll have to wait. My little slave girl needs deflowering.”

He handed Ramsay the lube and watched in fascination as he coaxed the plug from Saya’s ass and lubed himself up. He spread more inside Saya with two fingers.

She was panting with fear, and Mack went back to stroking her.

“Shh,” Ramsay said quietly. He lined the head of his cock up with her back opening and he pushed gently and retreated several times, playing there. Mack’s body ached for what Saya was getting.

Ramsay waited to go further until she pushed back toward him, looking for more. Gradually, he rolled his hips, sinking deeper into her with every second motion.

Saya’s head was down, resting on Winter’s pubic bone as she bowed to his will. The noises from her sounded overwhelmed.

Ramsay was finally all the way in. His jaw was clenched.

“You okay? Do you need more lube?” Mack asked sympathetically.

“No,” Ramsay grunted. He eased out somewhat then pushed back in.

She was sobbing, but pushed back against him anyway. Mack knew that feeling all too well. He gripped his cock and moved up to kneel between Winter’s knees. Wrapping his hands around the back of her legs, he lifted her until her ass was resting on his thighs. He traced the head of his dick up and down her slit and found her drenched.

Before he pushed in, Winter was arching against him, trying to help him get inside her. Saya’s head was partially in the way, but she had the presence of mind to tilt her upper torso aside, so he wasn’t banging his stomach against the top of her head. They needed diagrams to figure out the most comfortable positions for four people, although experience would be more fun than pictures.

Ramsay looked fascinated by watching his cock thrusting into Saya’s pretty ass. Did he watch like that when he fucked him? The thought of Ramsay watching him that way made his cock twitch hard. Winter moaned, the vibration making Saya squeal. Her body must have clamped down because Ramsay’s eyes rolled back, his body rigid.

The sight of Ramsay as he came into Saya’s ass, the rippling grip of Winter’s pussy on his cock, Saya’s scream of pleasure – Mack orgasmed violently, fucking Winter hard while his cock bucked and twitched in its final spending. He collapsed half on Winter and half on Saya’s back. After a few moments, he and Ramsay both withdrew and they all lay in a languid, sweaty pile.

Across the room, the baby monitor squawked. “Auntie Saya? You guys are singing too loud. You woke me up. Be quiet!” They heard him stir, settle, snore.

Mack wasn’t sure which of them started to chuckle first, but moments later the dungeon echoed with it.

Chapter Sixteen

Sunday afternoons were quiet. The farmhouse was almost silent, except for the tiny snores coming from the loveseat where Spider had fallen asleep ten minutes before. Eventually, Saya laid aside her book and went to the boy, gathered his limp form and carried him up to his supposedly temporary bedroom. The set-up was starting to look permanent.

The guys were outside working on the truck, and once in a while she could hear them laughing or bullshitting loudly through the thin panes of the ancient windows. A cow lowed in the distance and, for a moment, she felt as if she’d accidentally stepped into an alternate universe, where she was a farm wife with a homestead and family to take care of. The scent of the shampoo she used to wash Spider’s hair drifted up to her, mixing with the little kid smell that was impossible to explain to people who didn’t get it. It made her yearn to have a million babies.

She tucked him in with his favorite stuffies, pleased that neither Ramsay nor Mack seemed inclined to try to shame him out of having the toys. Some dads, she’d heard from the playgroup moms, were bound and determined that soft toys made boys into sissies. There was none of that talk around their house.

Theirs.

Like this was permanent and they’d all go on living like the Brady Bunch commune after the court stuff was settled. Saya squeezed her eyes closed, willing back tears. If Bronwyn took Spider away, it would tear her heart out. She couldn’t lose him – couldn’t go back to not being a mother. His mother. The anxiety rolled into a ball in her chest, as she kissed the child’s forehead and whispered love in his ear.

Downstairs, Winter was still reading, but put it open and face down on the arm of the couch.

“He didn’t wake up?”

“No. I think the guys got him all tired out throwing the ball around with him. I can’t believe I had to tell them to go outside. They start horsing around and seem to forget what the rules are.”

Winter snorted. “They’re not much more mature than Spider is. They just pretended they were mature long enough to pick up chicks.”

Saya folded herself next to Winter and the woman pulled her close and nuzzled her cheek. As much as she wanted to, it wasn’t time to relax into her and snuggle. They had to talk.

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