The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (23 page)

His hand caught her hair in a painful grip.

Oh
shit.

Winter tried to pry his hand free, but it only made him tighten his fist. The pain made her gasp. She was already ridiculously horny, and this wasn’t helping her calm down.

“Saya, dear, could you and Mack put the boy to bed? Winter and I need to have a little discussion.

The menace in his words made her even hornier. He dragged her through the hall and down the back stairs. When he came to the dungeon door she tried to backpedal, but Ramsay, annoyed, ignored her silent protest.

“I’m not having sex with you with that kid in the house,” she growled at him.

“What’s your safeword?”

“Monster.”

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he flipped on the light, then pulled her up as tall as he could force her to with the grip on her hair. Even at her tallest he looked down at her
as though she was a toy.

The
outrage in his eyes cowed her. “You borrowed my sub and didn’t follow the rules. When I called you on it, you disrespected me to my face, right in front of her. That’s not the kind of relationship that’s going to make sharing her work, Winter. If you want to borrow her, don’t be a bitch about it.”

“She’s mine now too, Ramsay
, and you’re not my Dom. I don’t have to do what you say.”

His lips came down hard on hers, and she tried to wriggle away. Kissing this jackass was so far down on her priority list it didn’t even get a number. When she tried to fight him off he got bossy.

“Kiss me back or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Suit yourself.” He wrestled her over to the mattress and sat, dragging her over his lap. One handed, he unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down below her ass. She fought him, and almost got away a few times, but he pinned her. His hand stroked over her bare ass and her safeword was begging to get out.

Safeword? Seriously? Mack pierced her, cut her, tasted her blood, and she was about to give this asshat the satisfaction of making her safeword? Like hell!

“If you’re going to be in a relationship with us, Winter, this is how it’s going to be. You can play with Saya when you have my permission. You will stop when I say so.”

She growled. “Who made you the Grand fucking Pooh-Bah? I don’t make you
ask me for permission when you play with Mack, and he’s my partner. You aren’t giving me the same respect.”

“Two things. I can do this and you can’t. If you can put me over your knee and spank me, we’ll reassess the pecking order. The other thing is that Saya is my slave. You and Mack have free
will, for the most part. I don’t have to ask permission from another Dom. I just need to step up and take control of the situation.”

“Just because Mack and Saya submit to you, doesn’t mean I will. I know it throws a crimp into your plans, but I’m not a submissive.”

“I think that’s only because you refuse to let yourself go. I think you’re chickenshit.”

She tried to squirm enough to get her jeans back up, but his big paw of a hand blocked their upward progress. With his fingers now so close to her core, she tried not to move too much. If he couldn’t feel the heat radiating from her there, he was an idiot.

As if he could read her mind, he traced the seam of her sex with his fingertip.

Don’t move.

“You’re awfully wet for a girl that doesn’t like being spanked.”

“No one has ever had the gall.” Aw, fuck. Her and her big mouth. “I’m horny because of what I did to Saya. Don’t you even want to know what I did?”

“Oh, she’ll give me the graphic details later. She always does.” He sounded amused. “So no one has ever spanked you, huh? I’m hardly surprised, considering your attitude problem, but it’s such a shame. You have such pretty white skin and when Mack was hitting you the other day it marked up very nicely.”

The interest in his voice was making her hotter, and was tempting her to let this play out despite her better judgement.
Time to put a stop to it before it went too far. “I’m not into being treated like a child. Let me up or I’ll punch you in the nuts.”

“
No. You’re going to pay the price for not honoring our agreement and for disrespecting me in front of Saya. I think I’m being fair.”

“You’re doing this becaus
e you’ve been aching to since you realized I’m not a pushover like Mack and Saya.”

“Wrong. I’ve been aching to do it since the first time I saw your ass.”
The caress of his large hand over her skin was almost too much to bear. She did her best not to give him any indication of interest but it was getting almost impossible.

He raised his hand off her and she automatically tensed.

“If your body fights this it will hurt more.”

“Fuck you.”

Pain bloomed under where his hand landed. Hot stinging. It didn’t feel the same as a belt or a cane. It was more...intimate. She forced down a shiver, focusing on how ridiculous she probably looked – a grown woman over a man’s lap.

“Look at that,” he whispered, tracing the burning spot with his finger. “I could get addicted to this.”

“Mack won’t be happy if you ruin his canvas.”

“If Mack doesn’t like what I do, he and I can have a little discussion. He usually sees things my way.”

Mental note: Mack wouldn’t save her.

Several more swats rained down, t
hen he started in earnest. She struggled against him, fighting it, but he held her down until she yielded. Her body was lost, but she tried to keep him out of her head. His hands, his voice, knocked past that wall as though it was of no consequence. He lectured her until she understood why she was a bad girl. Her ass was on fire and he was never going to stop. Will slipped away. She sank under the onslaught of pain, letting him do his worst. Tears dripped off the end of her nose, but she didn’t bother wiping them away.

His thighs shifted under her belly and hips. He was saying something but it was too far away to make any sense.

Cold concrete was under her knees, his hand lifting her chin. A thumb rubbed across her lips, and she let it into her mouth and touched it with her tongue.

“I like that tongue ring,” he growled.

He had her by the back of the hair. Coaxed her mouth open wider. Jammed his dick in. She sucked. He stood in front of her, controlling her head with his hands tangled in her hair, fucking her mouth and murmuring things to her – things she didn’t hear but went deep and took root.

She was
His, empty, waiting to be filled.

He pulled out of her mouth a
nd she accepted it. Like a doll he moved her, positioning her the way he wanted. Chest down, back curved, ass in the air. Cold and exposed until he was over her, coaxing himself in, filling her. She whimpered. So full. Strong hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her in position as he rammed in. Her toes curled, but he pummeled at the spot deep inside her until she was shrieking. A hand clamped over her mouth, but her throat was already raw. The blood howled in her ears – insides clenched on him, rippling, grasping. Coming. She couldn’t stop. Helpless, at his mercy, she gave him everything. He didn’t hesitate in taking it.

*

They were around her, keeping her warm. Hands stroked skin. Saya was lying on top of her, mouth gentle against her own, a man on either side of them. She had come out of it enough to watch Mack fuck Saya from behind. They’d watched Ramsay take her. It had been Mack’s hand on her mouth. If she hadn’t been so sated, she would have wanted more.

Being at the center of the pile made her feel
as though they were keeping her grounded. Her mind kept wanting to float away.

She hadn’t given her submission freely
. She’d been mugged. Part of her wanted to rebel, to reject the state he’d brought her to. The rest of her had to admit that Ramsay had seen something she’d wanted to keep buried. He’d dug for it. Her submission hadn’t been hard to access after all, it had just needed someone she cared about who knew what he was doing.

“How did you know?” Mack was playing with her hair
, his arm draped over Saya to reach her.

“I could see it in her, she just didn’t want it seen.” His lips pressed against the end of
Winter’s eyebrow. His voice lowered to a whisper. “You let me in – not just into your body, but into your head. Are you going to keep pushing me away or are you done with that?”

He’d taken what he wanted, but by the time it had finally happened, she’d wanted it just as bad. She’d been fighting him and his effect on her so long. Trying to resist was tiring, and she couldn’t figure out why she’d been fighting her own submission. Being a sub had always seemed undignified, but if Mack and Saya were strong enough to handle it, maybe she was too. Only her pride
had been holding her back.

“I think I’m done with that, but I’m not sure. Ask me when I remember how to move.”

“I’m not going to get ‘Sir’ from you?” he teased gently.

She eyed him slyly. “You’ll have to work harder if that’s what you’re aiming for.”

“Oh really?”

The light in his eyes gave her pause, considering her nether regions were aching from his use.

“Sorry. Today I’ll be good. I’m too sore to be bratty right now.”

His chuckle warmed her. “I’m pretty sure that s
witches make the worst subs. I should have thought of that ahead of time.”

“I’m a masochist, not a switch. I don’t want to domme you.”

“No, but you’ve got Saya under your thumb at this point. You don’t have to switch with the same person to be a switch.”

“Can I say something, Master?”

“Go ahead, Saya. I think it’s safe.”

“Well
–” She traced Winter’s face with her soft fingertips, and it felt so good that Winter was pretty sure she’d do anything to get her not to stop. “What are we to you?”

“
I don’t know.” Was this a trick question? She wasn’t thinking very fast.

“Would it be silly for me to ask that we stay...you know...exclusive, at least for now?”

Winter smiled up at her, toyed with a lock of Saya’s hair then tucked it behind her ear. “You want me to be faithful to the three of you?”

“Uh huh.” Saya leaned in and kissed her again. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just can’t be in a relationship with someone that isn’t committed.”

Winter moved her mouth against Saya’s, reveling in the softness.

“I had no plans of looking for more partners. The three of you are more than I can handle. I agree, for now.”

“For now?”

“Well
–” Winter tried to gather her thoughts well enough to have such a serious discussion. Her throbbing bits were still commanding part of her attention. “I’m good with our arrangement for now. Ramsay and I still need to iron out some details, but I think we’ll manage. When circumstances change, though, we’ll have to reassess. There are certain things that are relationship deal breakers for me, and they’re hard limits.”

“Like?”

“Drugs, excessive drinking, cheating, breeding, for starters.”

“Breeding?”

“I’m not interested in parenting. Never have been. I know you two are planning on having children at some point, and I’m not interested in being a significant other in that relationship. Mack and I went into our relationship with the same rules.”

Saya stared at her for a moment, aghast. “So eventually we’ll have to decide between you and having children?” Her eyes shone, but no tears came. “I
do want babies some day, but I’m not ready to walk away from this right now.”

“So this arrangement is fun and exclusive, but temporary. Does anyone have other stipulations they’d like to add?”

A tinny rumble filled the room.

“What on earth is that?” Winter tried to crane her neck, but she was pinned.

“Spider.” Saya laughed. “We can hear him through the baby monitor. He’s snoring.”

Tracking Bronwyn down in Paris wasn’t a cakewalk. Ramsay had called their mother to see if she had the hotel name, at least, but that hadn’t panned out. Mother was only interested in discussing her own current beau, so he kept having to remind her that he wanted to talk about Bronwyn. At one point he considered putting the phone down and walking away to see if she’d even notice. She’d had Bron’s company name, at least, and he’d called California to see if her employer had the information.

Only when he’d explained to the secretary that he’d been watching Bron’s boy, and that they’d expected her back weeks ago, had she finally relented. Bronwyn was still somewhere in France with some guy named Charles. Things had gotten complicated there and the secretary, Adrienne, wasn’t sure when they were expected back. She offered to pass along a message.

Another few weeks passed. He and Adrienne became phone buddies. Apparently she wasn’t allowed to disclose where Bronwyn was, but she assured Ramsay she was getting his messages.

He and Saya had become pathological liars, feeding Spider platitudes about how she was probably busy and didn’t have time to call.

The only person who wasn’t upset was Spider. He played with them, ate fruit, enjoyed outings to the park, story time, visits to Mack and Winter’s, and got lots of cuddles from Auntie and Uncle.

They
got him into a co-op preschool around the time they moved to take over the upstairs apartment. Ramsay had to sweet talk the moms because they were worried about them not having legal custody of the boy.

When
Spider turned four they threw him a party at the tiny bowling alley in Cobalt Harbor. No gift came for him in the mail, although with all of the other presents he received, he didn’t seem to notice. The phone didn’t ring.

*

“Your website kicks ass!” Luther grinned when they walked in the door at Sprawl. “It’s about time.”

“The logo is perfect.” Law slapped Mack on the back. “Good job, old man.”

Ramsay had thought the green monster wearing a fetish collar was a little much, but he’d been outvoted. The lettering was creepy too, but at least
it
didn’t have a dangling eyeball. He was afraid it would scare Spider, but the boy had just laughed and said it was gross. Winter had been teaching him “words metalheads need to know.” She’d managed to keep it Rated G.

“Can you play a full set? The Cannibal Death Hippos called to say they were having trouble with their van, so they
can’t make it in, but I’m guessing it was more that they didn’t want you guys upstaging them again.”

“Sure,” Ramsay said, not looking at the others. They had enough music, it was just a matter of calling Uncle Donny and Aunt Emma to let them know they’d be later than expected. To let Spider know, really. He still didn’t like it when they left, and sometimes panicked and thought they wouldn’t come back for him.

Fucking Bronwyn. They’d finally contacted a lawyer and child services the day before. Enough was enough.

“We’re expecting a full house tonight. You haven’t played in a couple of weeks and people have been calling to nag at us. If you ever go on tour we might have a riot on our hands.” Law shook his head. “It’s a good thing you bring in money or I might resent being your unpaid answering service.”

Luther pointed at a bunch of big guys sitting at a table playing cards. “Hired extra security to keep Little Red safe. We’ll make sure no one interrupts your teambuilding activities in the green room, too.”

“Uh huh.” Winter raised a brow. “Now tell me there aren’t new security cameras in there.”

“Mmm... I tried talking Law into it, but he got all moral on me. Bastard.” He winked at Winter. “Anytime you want someone sweet and sensual in bed, instead of the rough stuff, you give me a call, gorgeous.”

Winter cackled before Ramsay or Mack could intervene. “I already have sweet and sensual in my bed. She’s prettier than you.”

“Oh jeez!” Saya grabbed Winter’s arm and towed her off toward the green room.

“I’m not convinced.” Law frowned, as though considering the matter seriously. “I think she meant Mack.”

Ramsay bit his lips together to stop himself. There was nothing sweet about the way Mack was with Winter when they had sex, but that wasn’t his information to share. Ramsay and Mack exchanged glances and burst out laughing, then walked after the women.

In the green room, they stripped Saya naked, telling her they were going to help her into her costume.

“Yeah, whatever. You know I’m not nervous on stage much anymore. You don’t need to do this.” She tried to get away but six hands stopped her, held her still, put her on her hands and knees on the couch after spreading a blanket they brought just for this. Some people might have called it premeditated.

They ganged up on her – pinching, prodding, tickling.

“Stop, stop! There’s too many hands. Please do things to each other and leave me alone? Please, Master, make them stop.” She knelt up, her hands clasped in mock supplication.

“Fine. Everyone up.” They got to their feet and
Ramsay pulled the blanket onto the floor, spreading it out like he was planning a picnic. “Saya, kneel there.” He pointed to the center of the blanket and she complied. “Mack and Winter, clothes off.”

“What?” Mack stood there, looking stunned.

Winter glared. “Fuck you.”

Ramsay sighed. “How did I know you’d say that, Winter? Now, you can either do it, or I can help you do it. Which do you think will be less embarrassing?”

“Cocksucker.” She glared at him and undressed, her movements jerky. There was a moment of shock when he realized he wouldn’t have to force her, but he hid his surprise by turning to Mack.

“Did I sound insincere, bitchboy? Either cooperate or I’ll call Law and Luther in here and get them to hold you down while I undress you myself. Your call.”

Mack swore under his breath and got undressed slowly, every moment of agonized hesitation making Ramsay’s cock harder. The girls stared at Mack as he stripped, probably adding to the feeling of being exposed.

As he stepped out of his jeans, Winter catcalled him. “No underwear, Mack? You hussy!”

“Fuck, Winter. Shut up.” Color stained his cheeks and his cock stood at attention.

“Kneel beside Saya.” Ramsay’s dick was just as hard as Mack’s. He surveyed the three of them coolly, doing his best to feign disinterest as he tried to decide what to do next. They were
his – three submissives. Crazy. The entire truth of it hadn’t hit him until that moment. A lot of dommy guys went through their lives married to vanilla girls and contented themselves with that. He’d always counted himself lucky to have met Saya. It was like a miracle, meeting her when they’d been in high school. If it had ever occurred to him that he wanted a second submissive, he would have gone to some munches or hung out more on FetLife. Answering an ad about a band that needed a drummer should never have turned out this way, but he wasn’t about to complain.

So one was a guy. It was unexpected, considering he was straight, but it was interesting.

They all watched him. Mack and Winter didn’t have very good form when it came to kneeling, but that was easily taught.

People seemed to think that being the Dom was the easy job, but really, sometimes, not having to think so hard sounded good.
Being bossed around by someone else in bed, though, didn’t appeal to him at all.

He
considered various scenarios, including fucking Mack’s ass, but he hadn’t thought to bring lube. Going without sounded uncomfortable. Instead, he undressed too and walked to stand in the middle of the blanket, in front of Saya.

“Suck.”

She kneeled up immediately, enveloping his cock with her mouth. The pleasure she gave made him groan. When she leaned back to slide to the tip again, he looked at the other two, who were watching.

“Are the two of you on vacation or something?”

Mack crawled to him and tentatively ran his tongue over the length of his dick while Saya concentrated on playing with the tip. Winter sat back on her heels, displeased. When Ramsay snapped his fingers at her and frowned, she looked mutinous.

Before she could back away he grabbed her by the back of the hair and dragged her over.

“What happens to bad girls, Winter?”

Her eyes rolled back and she groaned. “They get punished, Sir.”

“I think you like being punished too much, my little masochist, but right now you need to suck cock with the others. When I give you an order, you’d better comply unless you have a damn good reason not to. Don’t forget that I have no problem telling Mack to punish you for me. He knows you well enough to do it effectively, considering how much practice he’s had with it.”

She didn’t comply, so he yanked her hair harder and gave her a little shake.

“Is this going to get ugly?”

“You’re already pretty fucking ugly.”

He frowned at her, his lip curling. “Are you sure that’s what you meant to say?” he growled.

Winter rolled her eyes and sighed. “No, Sir.”

Ramsay coaxed her forward and she stuck out her tongue unenthusiastically, licking from the base of his cock to the tip, where she got sidetracked kissing Saya. Their tongues darted over him when he got in their way. Winter lured Saya further down his cock, and got Mack involved in the kissing war. Hands strayed, and they started to touch each other, and him. He opened his mouth to reprimand them for not following rules, but the sensuality of it, of being the center of their attention when they were playing together and turning each other on, was too hot to complain about.

Mack slid down and ran his tongue over Ramsay’s balls while the
girls’ mouths fought over who would get the head. Their grunts, quiet moans, the wet sound of them sucking on him, tongues flicking and rolling, licking and tasting.

For a
while he survived by deep breathing, by thinking of anything other than the three people trying hard to make his dick detonate. Eventually, though, as he talked himself back from the edge the fourth or fifth time, he knew he was at the end of his restraint.

Eyes closed, he g
rabbed for the hair of whichever sub was currently in charge of his pleasure. He wedged his cock in as far as they could take him. Tongues above and below urged him on, drove him higher, pushed him over the edge. He came hard, the pleasure and relief rushing through him with a surge of endorphins. His knees buckled and for a moment he worried he’d fall on them. She was gagging, choking, trying to keep up. Ramsay let her go, looked down, and realized it was Winter just as another stream of come splattered across her face and into her hair.

“Ugh!
”

Mack took over where his girlfriend had left off, finishing the job and cleaning him when Ramsay finally gave up and
lay down. Winter was looking around, doubtlessly for something to wipe off with. Saya laughed and hugged her, and with one long, hot lick, cleaned the errant spray from Winter’s face.

“There’s not much I can do for your hair, unfortunately.” Saya grabbed the t-shirt she’d worn to the bar and wiped at Winter’s hair with the inside of it. “At least your hair is white. It’s supposed to go in your mouth, silly. Otherwise there’s a mess to clean up.”

“I don’t swallow,” Winter said, disgusted.

Ramsay frowned. “You do now.”

“She’s just stating a fact. Swallowing was one of her hard limits.” Mack looked pained.

“When we talked about
her limits, you never mentioned that.”

“Sorry, Ramsay. I thought I got them all, but maybe you should go over them with her, just to be safe. I might have forgotten something else that’s important.”

“No! Jeez! I told you people I’m not talking about that. Those lists give me the willies.” Winter waved a dismissive hand then hugged herself.

“Ohhh,
shit.” Ramsay winced then went to Winter, pulling her into his arms. “I wish I would have known.”

She sat in his lap and looked up at him. “Are you trying to say that if you’d known, you would have given me a courtesy tap or something?”

“Of course! Saya and Mack are both available to help me out, and even if they weren’t, I’d never force you to do something on your hard limit list.”

“Well...” She heaved a little. “I guess in the scheme of things, it wasn’t that bad. I almost lost my dinner, but I’m better now. Most subs swallow though, right?”

“It depends on the submissive. There’s no rule book saying that you have to do certain things. It’s up to us to negotiate.” He stroked her hair, avoiding the damp patch. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Anything?”

He sighed dramatically. “That’s what I said.”

“One of these days, I want you to suck Mack’s cock.”

*

Sweat poured off of him. It trailed, stinging, into his eyes and he mopped his brow with a towel between songs. There was no way in hell he was
going to start wearing a headband.

Luther had come to them before they went o
n, ecstatic they had filled Sprawl to capacity, but it made it hot as fucking Hades on stage. Three of them had stripped down as far as they could go – he and Mack were shirtless, and Winter was down to a bra and jeans. During break she’d gone looking for electrical tape to cover her nipples, but as soon as Mack had helped her put on the taped x’s, Ramsay had gone uber Dom on her ass and made her put the bra back on. His subs all got ogled far too much, as far as he was concerned. Sending them out unmarked pained him. Fantasies of heavy chains around their necks held shut with padlocks led to more concrete plans to get his ass to a hardware store before their next gig. It was either that or the widest leather collars with spikes that he could find. Maybe even with tags that labeled them as his.