Page 91 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

He tried hard not to laugh. “Cross and Malachi are straight, doorknob.”

“So am I! For fucksakes – you converted me, how am I supposed to know the same thing won’t happen with them?” The tendons in Ramsay’s neck were standing out, and he looked dangerous as he started pacing like he was in a cage.

“It doesn’t really matter, does it? I don’t love them. Even if they were into me, I’m not interested.”

Ramsay was in his face then. “But what if you change your mind? What if they lure you away? I have no hold over you – you can leave me anytime the mood strikes you.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m a fucking asshole to you, that’s why! I use you and call you names. You’re always nice to me and in return I treat you like fucking garbage.”

“No. You get off on humiliating me sexually, but you don’t do it when we’re not having sex, and you don’t do it in front of people outside of the four of us. I’m a grown man. If I didn’t like it, I’d tell you. It’s your distance sometimes, the cruelty when we’re not having sex that bothers me. There’s a line and I’m not sure where it is.”

Ramsay nodded then checked Mack’s hands to make sure his circulation was good. “I know. The words leave my mouth, sometimes, and I want to kick myself. It’s not your fault. Part of me is angry that I’m in love with you.”

Silence. Mack’s heart was thudding hard and he was afraid to say anything in case there was more. His captor was close enough that if he’d strained forward he could have kissed him.

“It’s true.” Ramsay’s blue eyes sought out his, and Mack was arrested by his gaze. “I love you. It’s taking a while for me to be okay with that, but I’m getting there.”

“He loves him.” Saya sighed, interrupting the moment. “I totally called it.” Both men looked over. Mack had forgotten they were there.

Winter swatted her thigh, grinning. “Shh! You ruined a perfectly good kissing scene.”

“Come here.” Stern, Ramsay beckoned to the girls and they untangled themselves from the blanket and slunk over. “You’re okay with this?”

They both nodded, beaming.

“It would be very sad for us if you two didn’t love each other, Master. This makes things better because we can stop worrying as much that the craziness between you will break us all up.”

Winter looked oddly satisfied, and not jealous at all. She stroked the back of Mack’s leg and scraped her nails over his ass, smirking when he shivered.

Ramsay’s eyes rolled skyward, as though he was looking for strength. “The three of you will be the death of me.”

“Death by orgasm is probably a good way to go.” Winter shrugged. “I’m not even remotely sorry for you.”

“Speaking of which, I had plans for this boy.” Ramsay dragged his hands down Mack’s chest and grabbed his cock, which had been limp but was stirring again. “You two should do terrible things to him. The poor guy is defenceless, so now’s your chance.”

The evil chuckles from the girls only made him harder. They did this to Saya and Ramsay all the time, focusing on them to bring them as much pleasure as they could with three sets of hands, three mouths. They’d done it to Winter a few times, but being the center of so much attention, by herself, made her uncomfortable.

Saya stood on her toes and kissed his lips, softly and sweetly. She trailed kisses down his neck. Winter bit him gently between the shoulder blades, licked, took small bites of his back and ribs. She inched lower and spread his ass cheeks apart, sliding a finger over his asshole.

“Ugh, Winter, don’t.” He squirmed, but Ramsay held him still for her with an iron grip on his hips.

“You let Ramsay fuck you here and I’m not allowed to touch? That hardly seems fair. We’ve been together longer.” She sounded amused, but there was an edge to it. It wasn’t exactly fair, he supposed. Winter had always wanted to play with his ass, but hehadn’t allowed it. With Ramsay it had been different. It had been heat of the moment, originally.

When he didn’t say anything, Winter went to the workbench and grabbed a bottle of lube. He lost track of her as Saya demanded attention from his mouth, and Ramsay was kissing his chest and sliding downward.

So much to keep track of. His brain went into overload and he closed his eyes, letting himself just feel instead of having to monitor what each person was doing. Hands and mouths were everywhere, like extra people had come in to overwhelm him. A tongue flicked the end of his cock and his eyelids flew open. What? Fuck.Ramsaywas licking at him tentatively. He panted, trying to control himself so that he didn’t go off suddenly and give his Dom a facial. What kind of punishment would he get for that?

Saya pinched hard at his nipples as Ramsay’s mouth engulfed his cock, distracting him just enough to help him keep control. Slick fingers probed at his back entrance and slowly edged inside him. He was gasping, counting sheep in his head, thinking of poodles with funny haircuts, mentally doing his taxes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Every muscle in his body was strained with the effort to keep control, but Ramsay – Ramsay had gotten the hang of things and was sucking hard. Saya was kneeling too now, her tongue darting out to lick his balls when Ramsay wasn’t swallowing him down. How was he so good at this?

“Stop, stop!” he begged, trying to warn them.

His stomach knotted and tension filled his body. Winter’s fingers wriggled inside him, Ramsay sucked hard. Mack cried out, lost his fight for control. He exploded in Ramsay’s mouth and he heard him gagging, but there was nothing Mack could do to slow his body down. His orgasm ripped through him and he hung by his wrists, helpless, endorphins pumping through him as come gushed out of him.

Ramsay gave up, backed off, let Saya take over, as the last of his pleasure drained away and the buzz started.

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