The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (30 page)

Held. Winter’s wrists were cuffed and clipped together at her back. Already so full. Ramsay was thrusting up into her and she could feel Mack trying to get into position behind her. She lay passively on top of Ramsay, letting his hands move her, giving over all control to him. This was for Sir. He was giving the orders. Even though he’d prepped her physically, she was terrified.

Mack’s cock prodded at her ass and she scrunched her eyes shut. Sure she liked pain, but this was different.

“Breathe,” Ramsay’s voice rasped in her ear.

Had she been holding her breath?

Ramsay stilled beneath her as Mack’s cock broached her ass, then inched slowly in. Sweat broke on her brow as Mack pushed farther, waited for her body to accept him, pressed and withdrew only to slide deeper. Their Dom groaned beneath her and gritted his teeth.

When they were both deep within her, they held still, either waiting for her body to adjust or trying not to come. Or both? Fuck, fuck, fuck. They were too big for this. The fullness was shocking. Her mind emptied. What the fuck was her safeword? She was too scared to move. Her breath hissed in and out, loud in her ears. Ramsay’s hands stroked her skin, and both men murmured encouragements to her.

She whimpered as they started to move.

Her eyes leaked and Saya wiped the tears away, kissing the moist trail they’d left. She whispered love in her ear, while the men pulled and pushed. The discomfort gave way to
spaciness and floating. Mack grunted and moaned in her nape. Ramsay had gifted her ass to Mack weeks ago, saying he’d been with her longer.

Pleasure and pain. Being tied and held. The humiliation of having her body used by two men. Knowing Saya was watching, close up, while touching herself. She didn’t want to come so fast. This was something Sir had to sweet talk her into and she couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Oh!” Mack froze, panting, his breath giving her goosebumps on top of the ones she already had. “Stop moving or I’m going to get off.”

“Good,” Ramsay groaned. “Feeling you moving inside her...damn, she’s tight. I can’t hold off anymore.”

“Fuck!” Mack slammed back into her, digging his callused fingertips into the flesh of her shoulders as his dick pulsed inside her. Ramsay made it through two more strokes, his fingers like iron on her hips. His strangled swear, the jerk of his cock, Mack moaning in her ear as he pounded into her, and Winter’s entire body seized up,
coming, trying to crush them, expel them, capture and keep them.

Mack thrust one last time and flopped down on top
of her, mumbling to himself. Her mind drifted, fragile and lethargic. Her body was sore, sated. Being sandwiched between them grounded her and made her feel as though she wouldn’t fall apart like she might if they got up and walked off.

All too soon
Mack pushed himself up on his arms, withdrew, and lay beside them.

“Can I take off her cuffs, Sir?
I was crushing her.”

“
You were squishing me too. It was nice. Leave the cuffs, I’ll do it.” He reached around and undid the metal clip holding her leather cuffs together and Winter’s arms flopped down on either side of Sir. He chuckled and tried to ease her up, but she fought it.

“You can’t! Mack just pulled out. There has to be some sort of adjustment time here. Only one of you
is allowed to pull out, and then there needs to be a lot of time before the other one pulls out too.”

“Hmm.” The rumble in
Sir’s chest felt funny against her own. “If you’re making rules for this, sounds like you enjoyed it enough to do it again.”

“Not today, okay, Sir?” she mumbled into his neck.

“We’ll save it for special occasions.”

“So I’ll always be walking funny at Christmas and Halloween? That sounds like a bad idea.”

“Speaking of Christmas, we need to clean up and get things ready for tomorrow.” He patted her as a signal to get up, and when she didn’t comply, he pulled her upward on his chest until his cock slid out then dumped her on top of Mack.

“Mean, mean man.” Winter grumbled.

“And how are you doing, princess? Going solo was okay for you, or do you need attention?” He gathered Saya into his arms and cradled her to his chest. “Do you want to try that next time?”

“No, Sir! Winter liked that so much, you should let her have the fun. I’m fine with just watching.”

“You’re so generous, you little brat,” Winter grumbled. “Just wait until I get my hands on you and I can move without everything being sore.”

“By then it’ll be
at least tomorrow. You wouldn’t beat me on Christmas Day, would you?” Saya asked sweetly.

“
The day after, then.”

“I’m going to keep
feeding you beer until you forget.”

Both she and R
amsay shook their heads.

“What? It’s a good plan!”

“How did my obedient little slave turn into such a bad girl?”

“I’m not sure, Master. I think maybe the other brats in our family might be bad influences. I’m
sweet and impressionable, after all.”

“Oh, and do those other brats need to be punished?”

“Yes, Master. You should spank Mack, especially.” She winked at Winter, who chuckled.

“Saya, do you just want me to spank Mack because you’re a pervert and you want to watch?”

“Uh huh.”

“Why am I not surprised?
”

The guys got up and went to clean off, but Saya crept closer. Winter held out her arm and she moved into the crook of it. Their breasts pressed together, the sensuality something that Winter always
adored.

“I’m sorry f
or teasing. Are you really okay?”

“I’m a little rattled, but I’ll live.” She nuzzled her face into Saya’s long hair, the sensuous slide of it on her skin blissful.

“You’d better live,” Saya scolded. “You can’t leave me ever, okay?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Not good enough.”

“I have no intention of
ever leaving you of my own free will.”

“Oh jeez, Winter. You’re so bad at this. Even Mack and Ramsay are more romantic than you are.”

Winter chuckled. “My brain is fried right now, baby doll.” Seriousness took over, along with the need to make sure that Saya understood. “You know how I feel. I might not have the kind of fancy words I need to explain myself, but you’re my life, Saya. You, Mack, Ramsay – this was meant to happen. There’s a reason why Ramsay answered that ‘we need a drummer’ ad, and it wasn’t about the band. It was about this.”

She brushed her lips over Saya’s
, amazed that before they met, she hadn’t realized anything was missing.

*

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommmyyy!”

Winter slid into the room,
socks gliding on the hardwood, heart pounding, body still aching from an hour earlier. Distract. The. Child.

“Hey buddy! Mommy is busy right now. Can I help you with something? Is there a monster for me to beat up?”

Alexandra the cat eyed her lazily from the foot of the bed, but went back to sleep almost immediately. Ramsay had tracked the cat down and sent for her not long after the adoption had been finalized, and the boy and cat spent a lot time together whether the cat liked it or not. She seemed to like it though, as much as a fluffy white rug with paws could like anything.

Winter
strained to hear, but there was no noise from the others moving around downstairs. Having the battery-powered ray gun with special sound effects go off while they were stacking gifts under the tree had been a heart-stopping moment. Spider had started calling almost as soon as she got to the upstairs landing. Saya was still trying to wrap a few last-minute things while she and the guys had set everything out. Covered in tape and wrapping paper remnants, Saya had desperately waved for Winter to do it, otherwise she would have beat Winter up the stairs.

“No monsters, Mama.”

“Nightmare?” He’d had so many bad dreams for the first while they had him that it was hard to believe they’d finally stopped. Who knew when they’d start again though? Countless nights they’d taken turns walking the floor with the poor little guy, carrying him against their chests like a baby. He was almost too big to carry now.

“No.”

“What’s the matter then, goofball?”

“You’re
a goofball!”

“That’s Mama Goofball to you, young man.”

He snickered then got serious again. “I don’t think Santa is going to bring me any presents.”

Winter thought about the pile of them under the tree and tried not to smirk. “Now why would you think something silly like that?”

He grimaced, a bright sliver of light from the hall illuminating his expression. “I made a bad choice.”

“Oh dear.” She got down low and looked him in the eye. “Well you should probably tell me about it, and we’ll figure out what to do. You’ve been pretty good all year, I’m sure Santa will
know that.”

Spider sighed, fidgeting with the edge of the super-soft blankie that Saya had insisted he had to have. He loved it and often rubbed his face against it to go to sleep.

“Remember when we put the milk and cookies out? And we all ate one of the extra ones?”

“Yes?”

“I didn’t brush my teeth again after. I didn’t forget, either, I just made the bad choice not to brush. Now all my teeth will fall out and Santa won’t bring me anything.”

“Hmm.” Winter nodded as though giving the issue some deep consideration. “Brushing your teeth is very important. I think this one time, though, it’ll be okay. Christmas Eve is magic, so maybe the cavities will give you the night off. And Santa? He and I are good friends. I’ll let him know this was a one-time thing.”

“You will?” He threw his arms around Winter’s neck and squeezed her so hard she started to wonder if she’d have to pry him loose.

To mean safety to him, for him to love her like he did, there was no way she could have kept him at arms’ length for long. Once Bronwyn signed the papers, Winter had been a goner. The
four months on the road all together had really sealed the deal on them being a family unit. She still wasn’t sure about other people’s germy little freaks, but their own baby was perfect. He wasn’t irritating like other kids.

Eventually he let go and beamed at her.
“You’re badass, Mama.”

“Spider Park, you watch your language.”

“But you
are
badass. Law and Luther always say so.”

“That’s not a good word for a boy who’s
five.”

“Yeah, I tell them that, but they just laugh.
At least they hardly say the F-word anymore.”

“Not like Daddy?”

“Right! When Daddy and Pa say bad words, Mommy says they have dirty mouths. Maybe they should brush their teeth more.”

Winter barked a laugh,
thinking of a few places where Ramsay and Mack’s mouths had been.

“Well, you’d better go to sleep, baby boy. Santa will be too nervous to come in if you’re still awake.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why kids being asleep is such a big deal. I met him at the mall.”

“Sleeping. Now.”

“Okay, okay, already.”

She walked into the hall and was surprised to see
Ramsay on the landing, leaning against the wall. Her heart beat weird for a moment, like it did whenever she saw any of her people unexpectedly. She grinned at him, and he watched her with sexy, half-lidded eyes. Suddenly, she was reminded of the cold metal chain around her throat. Her hand went to it instinctively and he looked damn smug.

“What?”

“You act all tough, Winter, but you love him just as much as the rest of us do,” he whispered.

“Shut up,” she whispered back, melting into him when he pulled her into his arms. “You know I do.”

When she got closer, he put her back to the wall and kissed her deeply. “You have a good heart, Winter mine. You can pretend you don’t, but I know better.” He kissed her again, and the tenderness of it made her ache. And to think, at one point, she hadn’t liked him. Stupid, stubborn woman.

Ramsay
backed a step, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Winter had to force herself not to scream. “Please not the dungeon again, I’m too sore,” she mumbled into the back of his shirt.

He put her on her feet in the middle of the living room, where someone had switched on the tree. With the
presents beneath it, the fake Douglas fir was like something out of a home decorating catalogue, except for the numerous decorations that they’d made with Spider over the past month.

“Aren’t you satisfied yet, lusty wench?” Ramsay swatted her ass.
“I can’t believe you’re already talking about the dungeon again.”

She wrinkled her nose at him and wen
t to sit with Mack on the couch. Saya knelt near Mack’s feet, but crawled up to join in the snuggling when Ramsay gave her permission.