The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (14 page)

“No.”

Although he let her go, his eyes were flint, and his presence changed even though he was still flat out on his back. How was that even humanly possible?

“Kiss me.” It was an order, but maybe having his dick in Saya’s mouth was making him forget how to be polite.

“Why should I?” She arched a brow at him. Vikings. Give an inch and they’d take whatever wasn’t nailed down.

“Because you secretly want to, and because if you don’t I’ll never let you kiss Saya again.”

Fucking bastard.

She needed to walk out before she dug herself a deeper hole. The maddening thing was that he didn’t look at all disconcerted. He was supremely confident she’d cooperate with
his extortion.

The lord and master
lay there with his arms pillowing his head, being serviced by both his woman and her man, since Mack had gone to help Saya. That meant that both she and Ramsay were free to engage in an uninterrupted stare-down.

“What makes you think I
’d want to kiss you?”

“Because when you told me no earlier, it wasn’t an ‘I don’t want to’
it was ‘Not if Mack isn’t here.’ Well he’s here, and my cock is in his mouth. I think he’s cool with this scenario, don’t you? Now come here.”

She fought the urge to do as she was told. It was rare that she ever got to the point where she had the vague inclination to obey someone, let alone a whole urge.

“So if I kiss you once, I get to kiss Saya whenever I want?”

He grunted and his eyes fell shut for a moment. Good job, Mack.

Eventually, he responded through gritted teeth. “No. I’m not negotiating with you. I hold all the cards at this point, Winter. If you want to play with her, you’ll have to play with me too. We’re a package deal.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She knew it was probably going to happen eventually, but she didn’t want to go that far with Ramsay just yet. Saya was a different story.

“Why should I let you have
...relations with Mack, then? Aren’t we even?”

The Dom paused and she could almost see the hamster running in its little wheel in his head.

“Mack is doing what he wants. I never asked him for this. You two aren’t in a D/s relationship, so he doesn’t have to ask your permission, I guess. I have no idea what your rules are for being with other people, but I assume they’re lax, considering.”

“You’re very chatty for a dude getting head.”

“I get a lot of head. A person would really have to dazzle me to get my complete attention.”

A second later his eyes rolled back and he grunted. It figured that
a man would know the tricks.

Saya and Mack were fighting over him with their lips and tongues, bumping in
to each other and kissing too. She hesitated and peeked over at Winter, letting her know who she really wished she could kiss.

Winter’s heart stuttered as they looked across Ramsay at each other.

To give her up?

Winter groaned inwardly. She was so fucked. This was just a harmless infatuation, right? They’d make out and play around together for
as long as this lasted, then things would go back to the way they were before?

Fine. If she couldn’t have Saya without fucking Ramsay, she’d pay the
price. But it couldn’t be long term. The whole sub thing wasn’t for her. If he insisted on things being that way, maybe she could fake it for a while, for sexual purposes, just to get him off. But if he wanted more – if he was looking for that true submission the Doms she’d known had always been pissed at her for not giving them – that wasn’t going to happen. She just didn’t have it in her to let go like that. Sure, she got off on Mack tying her up, controlling her body, giving her pain, but when it came down to it, her mind was her own. Other than the occasional mind-fuck, no one was allowed in there.

Her mother used to tell her that she had the kind of walls that would make a therapist turn to drink.

Whatever.

She crawled nearer and for a moment she saw a flash of surprise before he could hide it. Not as sure of himself as he let on, apparently. Now
that
she found interesting. If he wasn’t pathologically cocky, maybe she could tolerate him a bit longer than she’d thought. Although there was always the chance that his surprise had just been her imagination.

Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his, amazed at how hard his were compared to Mack’s. Ramsay had that ruggedly handsome thing going on that didn’t rely on feminine beauty to make it work.

Winter half waited for him to grab her by the hair and jam his tongue down her throat in a crude display of dominance, but he let her take her time. She started to play, enjoying the way he tensed and breathed funny when one of the other two did something he enjoyed too much. In this situation, Ramsay was seriously outnumbered. With three against one, it wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge. It definitely wasn’t the Dom.

She licked along his lips, but he didn’t make it easy for her to get her tongue into his mouth. It was the first time she’d had a man play hard to get – especially after an invitation. No, a coercion. The challenge turned her on, although she hadn’t exactly been turned off at any point this morning.

Who needed coffee to wake the fuck up?

When she finally managed to get her tongue in his mouth, they actually kissed. He was more
controlling then, but she couldn’t remember why she’d objected to that earlier. Hands stroked her back, then played along her ribs before trailing down between her legs. There was no hiding how wet she was, but if he was rude enough to mention it, she’d say it was from making out with Saya. The last thing he needed was a boost to his ego.

Without any fumbling, he f
ound her clit and played before pinching it between his fingers. A noise she hadn’t authorized escaped her and he chuckled, relaxed his fingers, then pinched again. Fuck. She was going to come whether she wanted to or not. How was she going to do it on the sly so the bastard didn’t know it was because of him?

This was all so vanilla
– why was this making her so horny? Too horny for too long.

The moan she wanted desperately to suppress fell into his mouth. It turned into a piteous whimper and she pressed against his hand, unable to control what her body demanded. She
panted, trying to hold off. Too late. She came, clenching on nothing, empty. He dragged a finger through her wetness and plunged it in.

Fuck, he had big fingers! Her body rippled around the intrusion and
, when she came again, he whispered a swear against her mouth. His muscles tensed and his hips came up off the floor.

Through her haze, she heard Saya giggle
. “Swallow faster, you’re making a mess.”

Winter looked down in time to see Mack’s eyes watering as he gagged on Ramsay’s cock. When he came up for air a moment later, he flipped Saya off good
-naturedly.

“He’s your Dom, you clean up this mess.” Mack shook his head. “How you girls keep up with all that is a mystery to me.”

“Fuck that.” Ramsay growled. He sat up and Winter got out of the way just in time. He grabbed Mack’s hair and glared at him. “You made the fucking mess, bitchboy. You clean it.”

Mack’s eyes sort of glazed over and he looked at Ramsay with helpless
...something. Need? Adoration?

Whatever was going on in his head,
it didn’t stop Mack from lowering himself back down and cleaning the mess he’d dribbled onto Ramsay with long sweeps of his tongue.

Watching him debase himself to please
another man sent a dirty thrill through her. Poor bastard. Not even his own girlfriend pitied him.

Ramsay was breathing hard as Mack licked the mess from his balls, twitching and
probably sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm. As straight as he was, the sight of Mack going down on him didn’t seem to freak him out. If anything, it looked like it gave him a power rush.

Although she’d just gotten off,
albeit prematurely, watching the show made Winter want more. As for Ramsay, he went from semi-hard back to hard in no time. Impressive.

“Mack, I’m going to fuck Winter now. Do you have somewhere convenient to tie her up?”

What? She glared at him. “But what if I don’t want to fuck you?”

“Tying you up should fix that.” He grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder
. All she could do for a moment was lie there, shocked. “Your safeword is?”

“We have space set up in the basement. Her safeword is monster
,” Mack, the leering traitor, replied.

Sharp teeth nipped her ass, but from her vantage point she couldn’t see her assailant. She gasped and fought but Viking Ramsay just stalked off toward the basement door, as though her weight and her struggles were of no consequence. Feet followed behind them, and she cringed and tried to make herself smaller as he went down the narrow stairs. The light of the dungeon flipped on and Ramsay gave a low whistle.

“Quite the set-up you have down here. I wish we had an entire floor we could dedicate to sex.”

“Like you don’t just do me wherever you want, Master?”

“Good point, princess. It would be nice to have somewhere to put a spanking bench though, at least.”

“But I’m a good girl. I don’t need many spank
ings. Besides, I like your lap.”

Ramsay set Winter on her feet, but didn’t let go of her wrist. She shivered in the coolness of the room. Mack walked to the rad
iator he’d installed when they’d moved in and cranked the heat. Bless him.

“Where do you want them?” Mack rubbed his hands together, looking like he should be twirling a handlebar mustache, instead. This was his
thing
, aside from music, and now cocksucking.

Ramsay was looking around, grinning. If his grip on her wrist hadn’t been so tight, he might have clapped his hands. He took quick stock of the various
BDSM furniture Mack had made over the past few years. Winter watched
him
, though, and his gaze kept pausing on the rope net that hung from the exposed support beam in the ceiling. Mack had woven it a few days before when he’d taken a break for lunch, but they’d been so busy they hadn’t had time to use it.

“Do you think we could get them both up there?”

“It’ll hold them, no problem. We just have to get them in there and put it back up. I have pulleys set up, so it’s not hard to do.”

“What can we do with them if they’re in there, though? Stare at the pretty new decoration?”

Mack
tsked
. “Use your imagination.”

“I’m starting to get the feeling my imagination isn’t as twisted as yours.”

“That’s a pretty safe bet.” Winter smirked.

Ramsay went from curious and excited, to dommy in zero point five. “The two of you kneel on the mattress. We need room to work.” He let go of her wrist and turned back to watch Mack.

Saya ran to the mattress and knelt. Letting other people into their private sanctuary was weird. No one had been down there since they moved in, except the two of them.

Everyone stopped talking
as Mack used the pulleys to lower the net. Ramsay was staring at her.

“What?”

“I gave you an order, Winter.”

“You’re not my
Dom, asshat.”

Ramsay’s arm flashe
d out and he grabbed her hair. The pain made her nipples even harder than the cold had.

Fuuuck
. Should she safeword?

Adrenaline pumped through her and her brain scrambled around trying to figure out what to do. He tugged her
head back and bit her neck. Her spine turned to mush.

“Why do you fight this so hard?” he whispered in her ear, more menacing than any man without a weapon had any right to be.

What was he going to do, spank her like a naughty child? The sub reaction he wanted from her wasn’t going to happen. Yes, her body liked the pain and manhandling he brought to this. Mack was more sensual and terrifying, where Ramsay was rough and domineering. Apparently she liked some of that, but it would be a damned cold day in the dungeon before she’d submit to him willingly.

“This is how things work with me, Winter. Either you do it or you get punished. You have a safeword, but I expect that you’ll use it sparingly, considering what Mack says you’re into.”

The sophisticated, mature Winter urged her to tell him where he could stick his punishment, but the childish Winter took over. She punched him in the stomach.

He
oomfed
and let go of her hair, taking a couple of steps away.

Then he was back, and he didn’t look amused. “What the fuck was that?”

“Less than what you deserved, dickwad. We don’t actually have an agreement to play together, and we definitely don’t have one saying that I’ll submit to you.”

“You like it.”

“You wish.”

His frustration was leaking off of him, but it wasn’t
her problem. If he wanted to go through life bossing everyone around, that was fine. It didn’t mean she had to cooperate.