Page 99 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

No beer bottles were chucked at them.

She sank into the music and the world around her was forgotten.

Six Months Later

Held. Winter’s wrists were cuffed and clipped together at her back. Already so full. Ramsay was thrusting up into her and she could feel Mack trying to get into position behind her. She lay passively on top of Ramsay, letting his hands move her, giving over all control to him. This was for Sir. He was giving the orders. Even though he’d prepped her physically, she was terrified.

Mack’s cock prodded at her ass and she scrunched her eyes shut. Sure she liked pain, but this was different.

“Breathe,” Ramsay’s voice rasped in her ear.

Had she been holding her breath?

Ramsay stilled beneath her as Mack’s cock broached her ass, then inched slowly in. Sweat broke on her brow as Mack pushed farther, waited for her body to accept him, pressed and withdrew only to slide deeper. Their Dom groaned beneath her and gritted his teeth.

When they were both deep within her, they held still, either waiting for her body to adjust or trying not to come. Or both? Fuck, fuck, fuck. They were too big for this. The fullness was shocking. Her mind emptied. What the fuck was her safeword? She was too scared to move. Her breath hissed in and out, loud in her ears. Ramsay’s hands stroked her skin, and both men murmured encouragements to her.

She whimpered as they started to move.

Her eyes leaked and Saya wiped the tears away, kissing the moist trail they’d left. She whispered love in her ear, while the men pulled and pushed. The discomfort gave way to spaciness and floating. Mack grunted and moaned in her nape. Ramsay had gifted her ass to Mack weeks ago, saying he’d been with her longer.

Pleasure and pain. Being tied and held. The humiliation of having her body used by two men. Knowing Saya was watching, close up, while touching herself. She didn’t want to come so fast. This was something Sir had to sweet talk her into and she couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Oh!” Mack froze, panting, his breath giving her goosebumps on top of the ones she already had. “Stop moving or I’m going to get off.”

“Good,” Ramsay groaned. “Feeling you moving inside her...damn, she’s tight. I can’t hold off anymore.”

“Fuck!” Mack slammed back into her, digging his callused fingertips into the flesh of her shoulders as his dick pulsed inside her. Ramsay made it through two more strokes, his fingers like iron on her hips. His strangled swear, the jerk of his cock, Mack moaning in her ear as he pounded into her, and Winter’s entire body seized up, coming, trying to crush them, expel them, capture and keep them.

Mack thrust one last time and flopped down on top of her, mumbling to himself. Her mind drifted, fragile and lethargic. Her body was sore, sated. Being sandwiched between them grounded her and made her feel as though she wouldn’t fall apart like she might if they got up and walked off.

All too soon Mack pushed himself up on his arms, withdrew, and lay beside them.

“Can I take off her cuffs, Sir? I was crushing her.”

“You were squishing me too. It was nice. Leave the cuffs, I’ll do it.” He reached around and undid the metal clip holding her leather cuffs together and Winter’s arms flopped down on either side of Sir. He chuckled and tried to ease her up, but she fought it.

“You can’t! Mack just pulled out. There has to be some sort of adjustment time here. Only one of you is allowed to pull out, and then there needs to be a lot of time before the other one pulls out too.”

“Hmm.” The rumble in Sir’s chest felt funny against her own. “If you’re making rules for this, sounds like you enjoyed it enough to do it again.”

“Not today, okay, Sir?” she mumbled into his neck.

“We’ll save it for special occasions.”

“So I’ll always be walking funny at Christmas and Halloween? That sounds like a bad idea.”

“Speaking of Christmas, we need to clean up and get things ready for tomorrow.” He patted her as a signal to get up, and when she didn’t comply, he pulled her upward on his chest until his cock slid out then dumped her on top of Mack.

“Mean, mean man.” Winter grumbled.

“And how are you doing, princess? Going solo was okay for you, or do you need attention?” He gathered Saya into his arms and cradled her to his chest. “Do you want to try that next time?”

“No, Sir! Winter liked that so much, you should let her have the fun. I’m fine with just watching.”

“You’re so generous, you little brat,” Winter grumbled. “Just wait until I get my hands on you and I can move without everything being sore.”

“By then it’ll be at least tomorrow. You wouldn’t beat me on Christmas Day, would you?” Saya asked sweetly.

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