The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (2 page)

Silently
, she sat there drinking her coffee, listening to the guys talk and sorting out what kind of man this was. Ramsay knew what he was talking about, at least, and didn’t seem so high on himself that he’d be impossible to work with. He was self-assured to the point of being distracting, though. Maybe it was just that she was ovulating, or that she still ached from fucking, but there was something about this guy that screamed raw, animalistic sex. His little bunny probably had more than she could handle with him.

Saya had sat there quietly through the entire conversation, eyes on her coffee.
The quality of her silence was different than Winter’s. At least when the guys said something amusing, Winter laughed too. Saya didn’t. She seemed lost in her own world. The girl was uncommonly pretty, with delicate features, big brown eyes and a wide sensual mouth. Dark brown ringlets framed her face, giving the impression of innocence. Her dress was a subtle floral pattern, and it clung to her in all the best places. At least she was good to look at even if she wasn’t good company.

“When do you want to come by?” Mack was asking. Had they progressed to that already? Usually Mack talked to them longer and gave them the ‘don’t call us, we’ll call you’ spiel. Obviously Ramsay had impressed him, somehow.

“Now’s fine, unless you’re...busy.” He flashed an amused glance at Winter.

“I’m done with him for now. You two can have a playdate.”
Winter curved her lips in a condescending smirk, and his expression sharpened. Irritated or interested – it was difficult to tell.

Mack talked to him for a few more minutes then gave them directions to the house, in case they got separated. They were going to follow in their own vehicle, so that Mack didn’t have to drive them back into town later.

Ramsay had stopped pointedly ignoring her – as though her one statement had changed his entire perception of her. Maybe he liked girls who were a challenge. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t all business anymore. He didn’t try to hide his roving gaze, and sized her up like she was livestock up for auction. This was never going to work, but she didn’t have the heart to tell Mack yet. They’d been looking for a drummer for ages. It had gotten to the point that it was a joke between them.

They
went to the truck and Winter climbed up into the passenger side. She watched their new acquaintances walk to an old SUV. Saya moved like water, hips swaying, more graceful than anyone Winter had seen in real life. She was round in all the places that made her most desirable, with a tiny waist, besides. Toothsome was the word that came to mind. Winter snorted – obviously she’d either been reading too much, or hadn’t been with a girl in too long. Either way, there was a sex appeal about her that made it impossible to look away. Ramsay handed Saya into the passenger side and made sure she was settled in before he shut the door, as though she was something fragile. Maybe he had a bit of a roving eye, but he obviously adored her.

“I like him,” Mack said
as they drove off.

“He
actually knows how to play drums and he’s not treating you like you’re the second coming. It probably has something to do with the fact that he’s about our age instead of some little high school prick.”

Mack nodded. “Yeah, there’s that
, but there’s something else, you know. He seems like he’ll have a good command of the stage. He won’t become background just because he’s behind a wall of drums.”

“Are you getting less cocky in your old age? You need someone to help you hold the stage now?”

“You know what I mean. This was never supposed to be me and my backup band. You draw attention because you’re you, but some of the other guys we tried were either so boring or enthusiastic they were irritating to watch.”

“You just think he’s hot,” Winter teased.

“You wish.”

“
Seriously. I promise to stay out of the way and hold the camera.”

“If I ever gave in and tried a guy, you’d forget all about your camera.”

She sniffed and arched a brow. “I tried girls for you.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t have to push very hard. It was pretty obvious you thought she was hot. Subtle, you aren’t.”

“You don’t love me enough to fuck a guy for my entertainment?”

“That’s cold. There’s no good answer to that question, and you know it.”

“Sure there is, you could say yes.”

He laughed and pinched her thigh near one of the cuts hiding under her jeans. She hissed and swatted his hand away.

“What do you think about Saya?”

Winter considered her for a moment. “I
definitely wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating corn flakes, but I usually like girls with more personality.”

“I think she didn’t have permission to speak.”

She frowned at him, although he didn’t look away from the road. “You think so?”

“The signs were all there, other than the fact that
her necklace wasn’t an obvious collar.”

She thought about it. Even Cross wasn’t hardcore
enough to silence his women in public, generally. Although she’d never seen him with a sub before Izzy and Gemma – they’d told her at one point he’d been an uber Dom – but it was difficult to imagine her boss being strict. He was pretty easy to get along with. And happy. Fuck, did those girls make him happy.

“
I suppose sometimes a necklace is just a necklace. You own several necklaces even though you’re not my sub. Maybe she’s just shy.”

The interactions she’d seen seemed to jigsaw together.
“No, you’re right. I think they’re kinky.”

“
You think everyone is kinky.”

“Because everyone is. It’s a sliding scale.”

“Yes, dear.” Mack smiled but didn’t look away from the road.

It was full
y dark by the time they pulled into the driveway, the moon obscured by low clouds that made the night air feel inviting despite the chill. The SUV pulled up next to them in the broad dirt drive before Winter reached the farmhouse porch, and the couple was behind her a moment later.

Ramsay
grunted as he surveyed their instruments and practice space. It took up the entire front living room, but since there was another living room, plus three huge bedrooms upstairs, the use of the space was justified. She wasn’t sure what Malachi did with all the room – the main house was bigger than theirs. Considering how relaxed Mal had been since his “wedding” to Reece and Scarlett, she had a few guesses, though.

Ramsay went directly to their drum kit and looked it over. “It’s not bad, but I’d prefer my own. It’s in storage right now anyway. Our apartment is too small for it and the neighbors are too close
. We can’t make much noise without disturbing people.”

Saya ducked her head and her cheeks reddened. Poor little thing.

“That was one of the reasons we moved out here when we got the chance. It’s a bit of a drive from town, but we can be as loud as we want.” Mack and Ramsay exchanged smirks.

Winter
sighed. Men.

“What’s your band name right now, anyway?”

“We’ve been calling ourselves The Kink Monsters.” Mack laughed. “We used to be the Creepy Little Sex Zombies, but then everyone thought we were a punk band. I’m not sure if this one is better. It’s open for discussion.”

“Kink Monsters? I like it.” Rams
ay chuckled.

“Do you want a drink or something?”
Winter hoped the girl would at least answer a direct question.

Saya’s brows shot up and she glanced furtively at Ramsay, but he was busy talking to Mack about a local band that was doing well lately. She looked back
to Winter and shook her head slightly.

Maybe Ramsay
was an abusive asshole. Just because a Dom/sub dynamic was automatically where her mind went, didn’t mean it was the case.

Winter felt the men’s eyes turn to them. “Saya, you may speak to Winter.”

The girl flushed. “Thank you, Master.”

“
She’s a slave?” Mack asked.

“Submissive, but
she calls me Master and won’t budge on it. It’s been years, so I’m used to it now.” He shrugged then chuckled. “You seem to have your hands full with yours.”

“Oh, Winter’s definitely not submissive.”

“Really?” Ramsay walked over to them and looked down at Winter. She glared up at him, eyes narrow. Whatever he was looking for, he wasn’t going to find in her eyes. His intense blue gaze lacked subterfuge and might have been a bit embarrassing, but she knew how to deal with Doms. There were a zillion of them at work, between Cross, Malachi and the guys who hung out at Ink Haven.

“You already have a bitch, and Mack only needs me on my knees for blowjobs.”

His lip twitched in suppressed amusement. “Just because Mack doesn’t want a sub doesn’t mean you aren’t one.”

Winter regarded him with feigned disinterest.
“Just because one girl calls you Master doesn’t mean every female is submissive.”

There was a heat in his eyes and Winter met the challenge there without caving and looking away. Unfortunately, her brain found the dangerous interaction interesting. He was a wall of muscle and potential violence – so different than Mack’s sinister seduction. Inside, she barke
d at her libido to back off.

Ovulating. Definitely ovulating.

“Interesting.” He turned his back on her and walked back to the drum kit. Mack watched her as though the exchange had been hilarious. They’d have to talk about this guy, and Mack was going to have to lay down the law if he was going to stay around. She’d do it herself, but she had a feeling Ramsay wasn’t going to listen to her.

“
Booze? Soda?” Winter asked Saya.

“I wouldn’t mind some water,” the girl said meekly.

Briefly, Winter entertained the idea of asking her if she was allowed a glass, or if she needed a bowl on the floor. She kept that thought to herself. There was no reason to be mean. It wasn’t her fault her Dom was an ass.

As f
or herself, she wanted a real drink.

And
, as soon as these fuckers left, a shower.

She moved to her cushion at his elbow and knelt with grace that only came with years of dance training. The coffee she’d brought was offered up, with her head bowed exactly as he’d taught her so many years ago. He felt the tension in her body even though she would never complain. Saya knew better than to interrupt his breakfast with begging.

Ramsay
ate in silence, watching the news, occasionally grimacing at the bullshit the networks expected people to swallow. He watched her sometimes, out of the corner of his eye. Curves and ringlets, and a sweet bow mouth – Saya would have been a daddy-Dom’s wet dream. She was like a little doll, but that wasn’t his kink. To him, she was simply lush and gorgeous and hard to keep his hands off. And so very His. He forced himself to pay attention to the information they were being fed on an uprising somewhere – he’d missed the beginning of the piece.

After a few minutes, when her arms started to tremble
a bit from the strain of holding them out so awkwardly, he took partial pity on her and accepted the still-hot beverage from her hands. Automatically, her arms went behind her back and her tits strained forward with the position, distracting him from the program designed to brainwash people.

Was she silently begging? He raised a brow and looked at her. She was the picture of humility and obedience, but her lusty nature sometimes made her naughty.

“Saya, are you trying to get my attention?”

Her soft brown gaze met his and her brow creased. “
No, Master. I’m just waiting to see if I can do
anything
else for you before you leave for work.” She was careful to make her voice soft and neutral, but he knew what she really wanted. Being a bastard and teasing her for a long while before kicking her out of bed to make his breakfast meant he was pretty sure he knew what was on her mind.

There was no way Saya could understand how much self control it took to ignore her when she
knelt, nude, at his elbow – her rock-hard nipples and quiet, uneven breathing demanding his attention more eloquently than any slut who’d tried to pick him up at a bar after a show.

For him, it had always been her, ever since she’d caught his eye in high school
– the shy girl no one spoke to. The one who tried to disappear. She’d bewitched him accidentally, and he’d pursued her until she gave in, completely confused about why he’d want her, of all people. Even now, girls always surrounded him, trying to get close, touch his hair, or sit on his knee. Saya laughed about it, saying he treated them like flies, brushing them off without thinking. She told him they wanted him even more because he was so aloof, but why would he settle for them when she was his life?

When Ramsay
finished his meal, Saya rose and took his dishes to the kitchen. Silently, he followed her and watched her work. As she washed the few remaining dishes, her hips shimmied subtly, her belly rolled, muscles twitched and flexed under her smooth skin. Accidental dancing happened to her a lot, when she was doing other things. It was like an itch she couldn’t ignore. It just happened, like some people bit their nails – she didn’t even know she was doing it most of the time.

W
hen she danced for him, and him alone, the connection was impossible to describe.

Now if they could only scrape enough money together to rent space, she could quit her food prep job at Big Momma’s Brunch Buffet and open a dance studio. There weren’t other Middle Eastern dance classes available in Cobalt Harbor yet. She taught
semi-private lessons, but it wasn’t paying well because of how few students she could fit in their tiny basement apartment.

She turned and saw him watching her and her chest, neck and cheeks turned red. “How long have you been standing there, Master?”

“Do I need to ask permission to look at my girl?”

Her eyes got round. “You can look at me whenever you want to, of course, Sir. You just surprised me.”

“Mmhmm. You’re lucky I don’t have much time before work.”

“
Nooo!” she protested and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stay. Call your uncle and tell him you’re sick.”

He snorted and took a firm grip of the back of her thighs, pulling her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. “I think he’d hear you screaming from his shop. He’d know my lusty little whore kept me home again.
” As he carried her into the bedroom, she pouted then licked at his lips.

“I could be quiet, Master,” Saya wheedled. She squirmed against him, making him wish he could forget they needed
the money, and stay home and spend the day in bed with her.

“Now princess, you always say that. The next thing I know, you earn a spanking or you come
, and turn into a banshee.”

“I don’t like spankings!” she protested, using her best little girl voice.

“Sure you don’t.” He tossed her into the middle of their bed and she squealed loudly. If the guys at the shop hadn’t heard, it was only because they weren’t at work yet. They ribbed him all the time about how good he must be in bed for her to scream so much on his days off.  She didn’t manage the gag well – it made her panic – so it was either tolerate the guys joking, or wait until the shop closed at five. Waiting wasn’t going to happen.

Roughly, he grabbed her and flipped her face down. She squeaked, but didn’t fight.
He’d been hard for her since before breakfast, but he was a man of patience. Up to a point. Without preamble, he spread her thighs with his hands, shoved his jeans down, then pulled her hips up and plunged his cock into her. Saya sobbed then covered her mouth. Her small cries as he continued to thrust into her were sexy in their suffering, but there was no doubt she was more than wet enough to tolerate being used. He fucked her fast and as hard as she could handle, making sure he banged into her g-spot the whole time, but finished before she could recover enough from the shock to come.

He
pulled out as soon as he was done, and zipped up his jeans. She gasped then shrieked in petulant protest.

“Don’t you take that tone with me,” he growled. Before she could move, he slapped her naked, swollen
pussy. By the fifth smack she was babbling apologies and begging for mercy.

He crawled up into the middle of the bed and leaned back against the metal-rung
headboard. It wasn’t comfortable, so he dragged a pillow over and shoved it behind his back. Saya hadn’t moved.

“Good girl, s
taying where I put you. Come here, now.”

Eyes burning with need, she crept up next to him. Ramsay dragged her into hi
s arms and held her close. Tears leaked onto his chest and she sniffled.

He feigned ignorance. “What’s the matter, princess? You seem upset.”

“I keep having naughty thoughts, Master. I’ve been horny all morning, and now I’ll have to wait until at least tonight.”

“
Late tonight, actually. After I’m done work, we’re going to Mack and Winter’s to see if we can make things work.”

She whimpered and wriggled against him and her voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s going to make it worse.”

“Hmmm. You like that pretty boy?” One of the things that worked for them was that they talked about things like this. It was hard for him to get jealous when he was the only man she’d ever been with.

“He’s handsome
, but it’s not that.”

“Having to wait?”

“That too.” She left the words hanging in the air, like he was playing a game of hot and cold and he was getting hotter.

“The girl?” he asked
, incredulous. Saya’d had a few girl crushes before, but they were few and far between, and she’d never gone further than liking to look.

She nodded a
gainst his chest.

“You like looking at her?”

Saya propped her chin on his chest, looking so delicate and soft compared to him. His cock stirred again, although he doubted they had time for another round.

“
Winter’s sexy. I don’t think she’d like me, but she makes me think bad things.” She gave him a shy smile.

“Bad things like what?”

“Like what it would be like to kiss a girl. To touch her. To lick her.”

The mental image her words drew hardened his cock instantly.

She bit her lip and her eyes were molten. “I’d love to watch you fuck her.”

“What? What’s been going through that pretty head of yours?”
Bad, bad girl. She never ceased to surprise him.

“
Mmm. I don’t know. I woke up thinking about it this morning. I had a dream about it. Actually, I don’t know which was hotter – watching you fuck her or watching you fuck him.”

Ramsay started to laugh. “Pervert. You’re so horny right now, you don’t even know what you’re saying.”

“I’d love to watch two guys fuck in real life.”

He pressed his lips together and arched a brow. “I’m not into guys, Saya.”

She closed her eyes and put up a hand. “Shh. You’re ruining my happy thoughts.”

“Don’t you shush me.”
He swatted her ass. “As for Winter, what makes you think she’d want me, or that Mack would share? How do you know she’s into girls?”

“It’s my fantasy. In my fantasies everyone cooperates with what I want. Except for in some of my fanta
sies about you.” She averted her gaze and blushed, and he wondered if she had new ones about him that she hadn’t told him yet. “Besides, everyone wants you. It probably wouldn’t take much to convince Mack that he wanted you, even if he’s totally straight.”

This had to be a phase
, but the Saya and Winter thing was hot, even if it never went anywhere. The bedside clock said he had ten minutes to finish getting ready for work. Ramsay slid out from under Saya’s head and rolled to his feet. Before he searched for a shirt, he opened their toy drawer and dug through it until he found what he wanted, buried under almost everything else.

“Not the
butt plug, please Master?”

“If you want to complain, I could
buy a vibrating plug and call you with instructions to turn it on or off all day.” He mock-glared at Saya and she sighed.

“Whatever pleases you, Master.” She knelt on the bed and put her hands behind her head,
on display, accepting whatever her fate would be. There were no dance students today, since one had called in sick and the other was too shy to come without her partner.

He turned his back so she couldn’t see what
he was doing then used the tiny key that hung around his neck to undo the lock that was a joke between them. The one that he put through the hole of one of the plug-in prongs on the Hitachi vibe, so that it was impossible to plug in. She’d never use it without permission anyway, but this was funnier.

Ramsay turned
back to Saya, and tossed the toy in front of her. Her eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t move to pick it up. Ramsay rarely allowed her to touch herself, let alone use the vibe, unsupervised.

“You’re to use this today. Five separate times
, until you come. Think about the dream you had every time, and we’ll see if you’ve gotten it out of your system by the time I get home.”

“Five times is going to
make me sore, Sir.” Her eyes were pleading, but she knew better than to ask for leniency.

“Ye
s. That would be part of the plan.”

*

“Can you sing?” Mack set his guitar in the stand, his dark brown eyes keen and narrowed. A small smile curved his lips, as though he was pleased but cautious. His black hair stuck out oddly in all directions, making him look either slightly unhinged, or like he just rolled out of bed. From the way Winter kept looking at the guy, Ramsay guessed both.

Jamming with them had gone better than Ramsay had imagined. They were good, unlike several other bands he’d met since he and Saya had moved here. It was obvious they took their music seriously and weren’t just fucking around
hoping to get famous without putting in the effort. There was no gimmick with them.

“I can croak
.” He laughed, his voice rough from being quiet for so long. “I can’t even do that for more than a few minutes.”

“Were you in a fight?” Winter asked
, her gaze directed at the scar on his neck.

“Nothing that
cool. I clotheslined myself on a chain riding my dirt bike when I was fourteen. It took a fucking dog’s 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.