Page 11 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“I’d love to watch him fuck your ass,” she whispered nastily.

Mack bit hard at the soft skin inside of her thigh, holding her in place as sheshrieked and tried to buck him off. After a minute or so she settled, taking the pain with a grunting, gasping acceptance. He eased off and ran his mouth over the deep purple marks he’d left – a twin to the one he’d left on Ramsay’s chest. He laid his cheek against the mark for a moment and shut his eyes as another wave of embarrassment flooded him.

He cleared his throat. “I’m too afraid to let you try that tiny strap-on you bought. There’s no way I want the real thing.”

She ignored his balking. “Would you rather he gave you a hand job while he fucked your pretty ass, or would you prefer I sucked your cock while he did it?” she murmured. “Maybe Saya would help me if she could get over how terrified she seems to be of you.”

An inch from her pussy, the scent of her arousal was evident. His cock throbbed against the mattress at the numerous sordid pictures that her words evoked.

“Bitch.”

She laughed and raised her hips to him, and he knew she was too afraid to ask him to go down on her when he was in the mood to inflict pain. Poor little thing.

The first sweep of his tongue was so light that she whined in frustration and tried to press closer. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back until she was splayed wide – completely open and helpless to him. She wriggled but couldn’t get away, so she complained half-heartedly that this position made her nervous.

Perfect.

Next, he swept the flat of his tongue upward over her slit, tasting her, flicking at her clit, which was already hard and waiting for attention. She cried out and tried to squirm, but he held her still. He nipped at the soft flesh at the top of the inside of her thigh, where it met her pussy, which made her muscles twitch. The little whined “no” was hot.

He spread her labia apart and coaxed her tiny clit from its hiding place. When he blew on it, she squeaked and struggled to close her legs, but he was far stronger than she was. With his tongue, he brushed at the sensitive skin around her clit, avoiding coming into contact with it. One of her labia became a target for his teeth momentarily then he teased her clit with the very end of his tongue, working hard at making her crazy. She’d been close to desperate when he started, so it didn’t take long.

Gasping, writhing, trying to fight him, begging to come – when she was a complete mess, Mack let her go and walked from the room. She screamed at him, pleaded for him to come back and finish what he started. Chuckling, he grabbed a bagel from the kitchen and went into his office to start work.

A few minutes later she walked into the room, still naked, a towel draped over her shoulder. “I hate you.”

Mack gave her his best seductive smile, and her tough expression melted. Her desperation was still there though, under the bravado.

“Suffering will heighten your pleasure later.”

She stared at him, looking frustrated, but didn’t argue. He was right, after all. They’d discussed it many times.

When she’d wandered off to shower and Mack had checked his e-mail, he settled down to sketch. His BDSM superhero webcomic’s main character, Rime, had just been caught by her arch-nemesis, Rigg. His plan was to tie her up in sinister ways and torture her. It was a bit of a pattern for them. Instead, under his hand, a large blond Viking took form, and there was Rigg, kneeling at his feet – whether it was in defeat or for a blowjob was left to the imagination.

In irritation, he moved to crumple it up, but couldn’t make himself do it. The dominance in the Viking’s face and the supplication in the bow of Rigg’s shoulders were perfect. It didn’t fit the plot – not at all. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to destroy it. He slid open the bottom drawer of his desk, which held a stack of unused artwork, all waiting to possibly see the light of day, someday.

The Viking went into his secret stash, and Mack impatiently worked on forgetting he was there.

*

He should have grabbed a cart. Juggling the array of items he’d amassed, he made his way toward the front of the store. There were no carts in the corral, and no one was checking out, so he couldn’t grab one from there. Figured. He scanned around the floor for a stack of baskets, but a pair of shapely legs was between him and his objective.

“Hi.” The word was small, almost breathed instead of spoken aloud.

Mack followed the legs up, over curves that were shown to their best advantage in a flirty dress, to Saya’s lovely face. A wealth of ringlets haloed her head, her expression both sexy and innocent. Her big brown eyes met his for a moment, creasing into shy a smile at the edges, before she dropped her gaze.

“Hey. Fancy meeting you here.”

“Everyone needs groceries eventually,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, it looks like everyone needs to get theirs today. I can’t believe how busy it is. I was just about to grab a basket since there were no carts.”

“I noticed.” Her brows drew together and she looked around helplessly. “Maybe I should come back later.”

She so wasn’t like Winter, who would have walked off into the parking lot to find a cart, or just carried a basket. People tended to get out of Winter’s way when she looked determined. Men might sacrifice their carts to her, just so she didn’t beat someone to death.

Saya, on the other hand, had an air about her that made you want to help...to protect. An often-untapped part of his personality sat up and took notice. Helpless female needed a cart. Poor thing.

“Hang on. I’ll see if I can find you one.” When she didn’t object, he dumped his burden into the basket at the top of the stack and went into the parking lot. Only one stray cart and it had a wonky wheel.

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