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age before I could talk again.” He smiled at her.
    Again, instead of smiling back or simpering at him – or even dropping her gaze – s he just stared back at him, nonplussed. Trying to flirt with her was going absolutely nowhere and it was both frustrating and refreshing.
    T hese two were kinky, he was sure, but their dynamic was a mystery to him. Winter either wasn’t submissive or she was immune to him. Mack didn’t have a Dom vibe to him at all, and Winter didn’t act subby around him. Mack didn’t defer to her either. Despite that, sinister came off of Mack even during a regular conversation about music. Ramsay watched Saya around him, and although the two rarely spoke, he could tell that she found Mack scary and exciting.
    He tried to be okay with Winter’s disinterest in him, but disappointing his princess by not even trying didn’t sit well. Besides, Winter was sexy as hell. With her white hair and pale blue eyes, she was like the Ice Queen. And she had a good figure, although she was a bit on the skinny side for his taste. Ramsay had a hard time considering anyone as perfect as Saya, though. But watching them together would be... Better not think about that. Not right then, at least.
    They mov ed to the living room to relax. The few shots of vodka they’d done started to make him mellow. He sat on the love seat and Saya looked to him for direction. With a flick of his fingers, he indicated that she could choose, and with a small smile she knelt next to his feet and leaned her head against his knee. Automatically, he slid his hand into her hair, toying with her perfect curls and tugging subtly at her public collar. She shivered.
    “You don’t let her up on the furniture?” Winter wasn’t looking at Ramsay , though. Her pale eyes were trained on Saya, seeming to miss none of their nonverbals.
    “She doesn’t like sitting on furniture if she has a choice. Around vanillas she’ll do it, just so people don’t get creeped out.” He pulled gently on one of Saya’s curls and she sighed and leaned into him harder.
    Winter’s face lit up in a grin that was completely unexpected. Beautiful. “We know that feeling. I have a lot of trouble even having a vanilla discussion. Not that small talk was ever my thing.”
    “I got that about you.” He chuckled. Mack had settled back into the couch across from Ramsay, and Winter sat next to him, but the two weren’t touching. Ramsay got the impression that she didn’t want to appear weak, like she needed support from Mack.
    Mack poured out another round of shots, and they knocked them back. Winter looked completely unaffected. Only Saya wasn’t drinking. The farmhouse was too far from town to take a taxi back, and Saya wanted a good fuck bad enough to forgo drinking, so that she could drive them back home. She was way too loud to have sex under someone else’s roof.
    Winter watched him and Saya with the cold calculation of a scientist studying a strange new insect. Her attitude – her aloofness – made Ramsay a little horny. Mentally, he growled at Saya for putting the idea in his head. It was fucked up, but how much would it take to make her submit and enjoy it? Would it even be possible with a woman like her?
    He knew, now that they were adults, that his immature teenaged dominance had picked up on Saya’s innate submissiveness. It had been such an easy match from the start. At first he’d been vaguely bossy with her, but she’d loved it and slowly she’d handed her control over to him before he really knew what to do with it. They’d grown into the D/s together so there’d never been a power struggle. He’d considered himself lucky, compared to the countless Doms he’d been friends with in California, who were still struggling to keep their subs in check. He’d got Saya early and had trained her into doing what he liked. There were no bad habits taught to her by former Doms. Their relationship was effortless, other than trying not to spoil