The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (13 page)

Brat.

Winter shoved her onto her back on the couch. Other than a small sound of surprise, Saya didn’t protest. She lay still as Winter crawled on top of her,
and crouched above her small form.

“Am I showing you who’s boss or are we making coffee?”

Saya whimpered and squirmed beneath her, then tried to kiss her. She pinned the girl in place by the hair and didn’t allow the kiss. Instead, she raised her bare thigh up between Saya’s legs. Her gasp made Winter smile, but instead of trying to draw away, the girl shoved her pussy more firmly against her.

“Do y
ou like girls, Saya?”

“From afar, usually
, but it’s different with you. With you I always want to be closer.”

“This is pretty close.”

Her eyes were half-lidded, her face soft and sensual. “Closer.”

Winter let her lips brush against Saya’s. “What would you like me to do?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Anything?”

Saya gave her a sultry pout, nodded and rubbed herself against Winter’s thigh. A moan escaped her and she pressed her own thigh up between Winter’s.

Whoa, whoa.

“Stop.”

Saya froze and looked at her with big eyes. “Stop?”

“I have to ask Ramsay before we go any further.”

She groaned in frustration. “He won’t care. He already knows I want you.”

“Asking first, before I do more, is the polite thing to do.”

“What? There’s like a Miss Manner’s book for fooling around with someone else’s sub?” Saya grumped.

She chucked Saya under the chin and pulled her up as she got to her feet. “Coffee now. More later, if your Master says yes.”

Saya eyed her sulkily. “You’re the meanest not-Domme ever.”

“No, she’s being polite, bratty girl.” Ramsay’s gravelly voice made them both jump.

How long had he been watching? Winter pulled the edge of her t-shirt down, but realized modesty wasn’t going to happen
with what she had on. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal last night, since the two couples had fucked in front of each other, but today was a new day, with new sensibilities.

Ramsay’s blue eyes took in her struggle and his mouth quirked,
as though he was holding back a smile. “I appreciate you waiting to ask before you gave my princess what she was begging for. Apparently, we need to discuss rules, she and I.”

“And you and I.” Winter nodded. She walked past him,
noticing again how huge he was and remembering that she was almost naked, which his gaze was taking full advantage of. She
refused
to imagine how it would feel for him to hold her down and do terrible, terrible things to her. She was
not
going to go running off into the bedroom in search of track pants. There was
no way
she’d allow herself to be intimidated by him, considering he was only wearing jeans that he must have pulled on when he got out of bed. Jeans that showed off the vee of muscle that dipped into the waistband, and did little to conceal a monster erection.

In the
ir rustic kitchen, she collected everything they’d need for coffee. She poured water in the old percolator and plugged it in on the kitchen island, then smiled at Saya who’d hopped up to sit beside where Winter was working.

“Do you drink coffee, or would you like something else? I can make tea, hot chocolate, we have juice, soda, milk?”

Saya shook her head. As Winter continued to prep things, Saya used her wiles to subtly drive her crazy. Wide eyes, naughty expressions, covert touches.

Ramsay had settled on a chair at the kitchen table and started talk
ing about the upcoming show, seeming oblivious to the fact that no one was really listening and that his submissive was being a tease.

Trying to play good host, even though that was usually Mack’s role, Winter grabbed four big mugs from the cupboard. When she turned with them, she found Ramsay staring unabashedly at her ass.

“Dude, your girlfriend is sitting right there. Try to be a little more subtle.” She put the mugs down on the island and turned back to keep an eye on him.

He pushed back from the table and strolled over, his expression sharp and focused.
“She’s the one giving me hand signals to look.”

Winter glanced at Saya for verification and she smiled back impishly.

Exasperated, and thinking that maybe track pants were in order after all, she turned to watch the coffee pop up in the glass button on top of the old machine. Almost ready.

The warmth alerted her first, then the muscular chest pressed hard against her back. No one had the right to be so damned big.

“You know that Mack has given me permission to do what I want to with you, Winter. I just need your permission now.”

A thrill stole up her spine.
“I’m not really interested in you that way, Ramsay. I hate to have to break it to you.”

Although his jeans and her underwear were between them, his hard cock was wedged i
nto the crevice of her ass. He chuckled in her ear. “You’re staying very still, Winter. Are you afraid I’ll do something you don’t like, or are you afraid I won’t?”

Winter shoved back against him, planning to walk away, but he seemed to have anticipated that reaction. He held the counter on either side of her so she couldn’t slip sideways to safety.

“I’m not into power games, Ramsay. You have Saya and Mack already, what do you need me for?”

“My little princess wants to watch us together. You’re hot, so it’s not exactly a chore.”

How did a man get so fucking full of himself? No question in his mind that she might not be interested? Sure he was built and gorgeous, in a wild, ruthless way, but that didn’t mean the entire world groveled at his feet. Weren’t two sycophants enough for him?

Mmm.
There was just something about him, though. Everyone wanted him, which made her want to knock him down a few pegs. However, as much as she hated it, a primal part of her recognized him as the alpha male and wanted him for breeding purposes or some stupid fucking thing. A scathing comeback took shape, but his dick was distractingly hard and pressed against her. She was still wound up from fooling around with Saya, and she needed to get off. Then there was the fact that she was a fan of cock. Unfortunately, putting up with men was the price of admission.

She had one of her own, though
, attached to Mack. She didn’t really need Ramsay’s. It was all well and good that Mack had said it was okay, but this seemed wrong.

Saya slid off the kitchen island and padded closer. Her face nuzzle
d into the side of Winter’s, and she nipped at her ear. The zing of pain made Winter grunt, and Saya worked her way down, biting gently at her throat, then harder at the spot between her neck and shoulder.

Ramsay grabbed a handful of
Winter’s hair and bit the other side of her neck. She meant to tell them to stop – tried even – but it came out as a groan that no one would mistake as an objection.

Strong fingers wrapped around one of her hips, and Ramsay ground against her ass. Try as she may, she could
n’t stop the instinctual reaction of pressing back to encourage him. Her shirt started to ride up, then she realized Saya had let her hands wander up inside the loose fabric. Small, smooth hands slid over her breasts, teasing the peaks with pinches just hard enough to be frustrating.

This wasn’t something that appealed to her. She didn’t like Doms. The grip in her hair tightened and she gasped.

Shit.

“Time out,” she blurted, then felt like a tool.

“Time out?” He chuckled in her ear, the sound almost melting her panties off.

“Yes. Mack’s not here. I know he’s okay with this, but I won’t allow it unless he’s here.”

“Allow it?” That growly rasp of his should have been illegal.

The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she shivered.

“I apologize.” He unhanded her and stepped away. “I’ve been with Saya for so long sometimes I forget other people live by different rules.”

The idea that he might have forgotten she had no safeword with him both frightened her and made her horny as fuck. He was a strong guy and she was almost naked, and there was no way Saya would stop him from doing anything he pleased.

Where the hell did that thought come from, sicko? Rape isn’t sexy.

But then, it wouldn’t have been rape.

Winter looked up and there was Mack standing by the doorway, his cock tenting his boxers. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Ramsay’s gaze dropped to Mack’s shorts and he looked quickly away. Winter swallowed her amusement before someone noticed.

The Viking stepped behind her again and gripped the back of her neck. “You think this is funny, Winter?” He pressed her down until her chest and shoulders were on the island. “Is this a comedy show?” Before she could complain, he whipped her underwear down to her knees, and the modest garment dropped immediately to her ankles. He yanked her t-shirt up and off then put her back where she’d been.

She whimpered, hating that she was loving this.

Ramsay fiddled with something, then ground against her again, but this time there was no cloth between them. At some point he’d lost his jeans.

He was going to fuck her r
ight there? She struggled but Ramsay grabbed her by the hair and made her forehead touch the counter.

“Hold still. Mack and Saya have to make sure you’re ready.”

What? Oh, fuck.

The traitors crowded around them, stroking her bare skin, readying her for Ramsay. Mack slid to the floor and licked her slit, then focused on torturing her clit, which had already been looking for action.

A more timid mouth sucked at her breasts, nibbling and nipping. She heard a patting noise and Ramsay told Saya she was a good girl. The few glimpses she caught of the other two showed they’d ditched what little clothing they’d been wearing too.

Mack’s mouth moved off of her and she heard Ramsay gasp.

“Fuck, Mack. Don’t.”

He held her in place, but his hips turned to the side.

“It doesn’t feel good?”

There was a masculine grunt and Ramsay let her go. Winter straightened and turned fast.

In the middle of their kitchen, her boyfriend was on his knees sucking their drummer’s cock. Saya stood on the other side of them, staring like she was either trying to save the scene for later or burn a hole in them with her laser vision.

“Why is this so hot?”
the girl whispered to herself.

“It’s not just you.” Winter grinned at her.

The men were oblivious to them for a few minutes. It was hard to say whose face was more blissful. Mack sucked cock the same way he did most things – slowly and artistically. Ramsay looked like he needed a chair and possibly a cigarette, even though he wasn’t finished yet.

Winter went to Saya and knelt, then pulled her to the floor. She laid her on her back and started to kiss her. Whimpering, Saya held her close and kissed her back desperately. Fingers that weren’t Saya’s tickled up her back and Winter glanced up to see Ramsay
touching her, watching them. They were on the floor now too, and Ramsay’s eyes were slitted with pleasure. He stroked Winter again and nodded an encouragement to her.

No rules.

Mack detached himself from Ramsay’s cock and turned to see what they were doing. The men crawled over to them and the four of them became a tangle of touching hands and tasting mouths. Hot. Confusing. Why didn’t they have a video camera set up in the kitchen? There was so much to feel and do, that she kept forgetting to watch.

Saya was just as bad as she was, at least. She kept trying to lure the men into touching each other. Although Ramsay wasn’t willing to participate in that scheme, he didn’t push Mack away.

When the focus suddenly became pleasuring Ramsay, Winter was at a loss. They’d come across each other in the puppy pile a few times, but he’d done the groping while she turned her attention elsewhere. Touching Saya or Mack while they did things to Ramsay would be easier.

Getting mixed up with a Dom wasn’t on her to-do list.

She hadn’t paid much attention to Mack yet, so she slid down and ran her tongue up and around his cock. When she took him in her mouth he pushed further than she’d meant to take him, and groaned.

“She’s good at that?” Ramsay laughed.

“Of course. Aren’t most kinky girls?”

“I’ve only been with one.”

“Her tongue ring is fun.”

“Maybe I should bring Saya to get one, then.”

“Here. Try it.” Mack coaxed Winter up, and pushed her toward Ramsay’s hard-on.

She backpedaled, but Ramsay caught her arm and pulled her up close to his face. “You have no interest in sucking my cock, do you?”

He searched her eyes. Did he actually care? Wasn’t he just going to make her do it, or try to order her to? The other Doms she’d fooled around with back in the day seemed to expect that kink relationships would be hot and cold running blowjobs. Hooking up with other kinksters, however, wasn’t the same as hooking up with a long-term sub to boss around, and they seemed to have trouble remembering the difference.