Page 41 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

She heaved a sigh and untangled herself from Winter’s arm. “Again? Haven’t you seen me naked often enough for one night?”

“No,” Winter said, then laughed because the guys had said it simultaneously.

Saya got to her feet and moved to the middle of the room. “But I’m sleepy. It’s late. Isn’t everyone too tired for this right now?”

“I’m feeling surprisingly alert.” Mack grinned.

Winter shook her head. “Nope, not sleepy.”

Ramsay’s low chuckle rumbled through the room. “What kind of Dom would I be if I left things like this unfinished? You wouldn’t sleep well knowing you were getting punished in the morning. We’ll deal with this and then I’ll fuck you hard. You’ll sleep like a baby.”

“Waking up screaming every five minutes?” Winter grimaced, thinking of Cross’s kids. “I hope not.”

Ramsay’s expression turned serious and he got to his feet. “You’ve been a bad girl, Saya. I’m going to punish you because apparently you need to be reminded to mind your manners. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” She drew the shirt off over her head, sullen but obedient.

Mack snuck past them and sat next to Winter on the couch, just as Ramsay unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. The sound made Winter shudder, but Saya only whimpered.

“Fuck,” Mack muttered under his breath, shifting in his seat. Winter glanced at him. His gaze was trained on Saya’s anxious, upset expression. Poor bastard. She grabbed his crotch only to find him already rock hard.

“She doesn’t like pain.” Winter whispered in his ear.

“I know. It’s so fucking hot. I’m such a bastard.”

She unzipped Mack’s jeans and slid her hand inside them, then played with his cock. Rather than complain, he shifted to make it less awkward for her to do.

Ramsay turned Saya until she was facing away from them. “Grab your ankles.”

The girl folded in half and did as she was told, which put her ass on display. She kept her legs tightly together, not that it helped hide anything.

Her Dom paced around her. “Do you think it was appropriate to call me a name?”

“No, Master. I was joking though. I –”

“Did I ask for your excuses?”

“No, Master. Sorry.”

“Sassing me is bad enough, but doing it in front of people is worse. Your behavior reflects on me, so if you’re a bad girl, people think I haven’t taught you the difference between right and wrong. Do I deserve to have people think poorly of me?”

“No, Master.” Her voice quivered and she sniffled. “You’re a good Master. I’m just a bad girl.”

Warmth gathered between Winter’s legs. The anticipation of watching Saya being hurt wasn’t hot, but the interaction between them – the way she acquiesced to his demands and did as she was told – for some reason that was turning her on. It was hard to tell whether the idea of dominating her, or watching her reactions to being dominated were hotter, but in the moment it didn’t really matter. She took a firmer hold of Mack’s dick and he grunted then mumbled something that sounded dirty, but she didn’t hear exactly what he’d said.

Ramsay adjusted his grip on the belt and brushed the tip of it over Saya’s ass. Mack’s cock strained in Winter’s grip. He watched with the eagerness some guys reserved for the Superbowl.

The first blow was light enough that it would have bored Winter, but Saya shrieked and straightened up, grabbing onto her ass. Ramsay ordered her back into position.

“Please not so hard, Master. It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt. That’s how you learn to be a good girl.”

Mack swore, but so quietly only Winter heard him.

The next four blows came fast and by the end Saya was screaming and crying. Ramsay gathered her up into his arms and carried her to the couch, where he sat next to Mack. Saya’s back was to them, and Ramsay stroked her, holding her close and crooning to her.

“I’m sorry, Saya mine. It had to be done.”

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