The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (17 page)

Ramsay let go of his throat. Mack lunged upward and nipped Ramsay’s bottom lip. The tension between them exploded.

He took Mack’s mouth hard with his own, furious that
he’d made him want this so bad. Teeth grazed, tongues fought. One of the girls gasped. There was the sound of furniture being moved. Ramsay grabbed Mack, flipped him onto his stomach, pulled his t-shirt over his head and pinned him, stuck in its confines. His back exposed, Ramsay bit him, marking him, remembering how he’d felt when Mack had been talking to the Doms at the clothing store. Someone needed to learn who he belonged to. His little bitch squirmed and moaned, trying half-heartedly to get away. With fumbling hands, he stripped Mack’s jeans off. He was already hard, but then so was Ramsay. He stripped off his own.

What was he doing?

In his moment of hesitation, Mack tried to scramble away. Ramsay pinned him down, planting a hand in the middle of his back.

“Where do you think you’re going, bitchboy?”

“I don’t think I want to do this.” Mack was trembling, his voice uncertain.

“No?” He hauled him to his feet and pulled his t-shirt the rest of the way off. Tangling a fist in his hair kept him still, and Ramsay slid a hand down Mack’s chest then grabbed his cock firmly. A strangled moan escaped him, and Ramsay chuckled. “You sound like you do want to do this.
If you say ‘red’ I’ll stop. Otherwise I’ll do whatever the fuck what I want.”

“Okay.”
Mack tried to kiss him, but he held his hair so that their mouths barely touched. The sneaky bitch flicked out with his tongue, catching Ramsay’s top lip.

“You’re determined to have things your way, but with me you’ll only
get what I choose to give you.” He spun Mack around, grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back, then marched him into the bedroom.

He walked Mack to the foot of the bed and bent him over until his upper body was supported by the mattress. Roughly, he kicked Mack’s feet apart.

“Have you done this before?” Ramsay glanced around, but Saya was there and handed him the bottle of lube before he thought to ask for it.

Evil girl.

“No,” Mack whispered.

“Should have let me peg you when you had the chance,” Winter said sympathetically. “He’s just as fucking huge as you are. At least that strap-on I bought is smaller.”

“Go stand by the door if you want to watch,” Ramsay ordered.

“After you’re in
, I’ll back off. I want to see this.”

“You’re going to suffer for this
, Winter.” Mack gasped and struggled again as Ramsay squirted the cold lube into the cleft of his ass.

“Get over there now, Winter
, or you and Saya are next.” To his surprise, the girls were in the doorway before he had to add a threatening glare. Ramsay forced Mack’s twisted arm up further on his back and Mack swore. “I’ll let go if you promise to stay still. I’d hate to be in the middle of something and have you hurt yourself. If you’ve never had anything in your ass I’ll need to take my time. If you piss me off, it’ll be more like being fresh meat in prison.”

“Okay, okay.” Mack groaned. “I’ll stay still.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He jammed his arm a little higher.

“Ow! Fuck! Yes, Sir!”

He let go and Mack flexed his arm a few times. Ramsay watched the flow of muscle and had to admit that Mack’s body was just as beautiful as his face. If he was into guys, that would be a good thing, but he wasn’t into guys...other than the fact that he was about to fuck his lead guitarist in the ass.

He lubed his index finger and spread more of the slippery stuff around, teasing around Mack’s asshole for a minute before pressing his fingertip against it.

Mack whimpered and tried to avoid it, but Ramsay pinned him to the bed firmly with his other hand.

“You need to relax,” Ramsay growled. “You’re just going to make this uncomfortable for yourself otherwise.”

“I don’t care how relaxed I am, this isn’t going to be comfortable.”

Finally managed to coax his finger in a little. He withdrew it and added more lube, then tried again. It slid in easier the next time, and he pumped it slowly until it went all the way in.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” Mack kept whispering, his body clutching at Ramsay’s invading digit like it was going to tear it off. This wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them.

Ramsay fucked Mack with one finger for a couple of minutes until he loosened a bit, then lubed up his middle finger and slowly coaxed it in alongside. Then, eventually, a third.

The women were craning their necks, trying to see, when Ramsay looked over. He poured lube in his hand and stroked it liberally over the length of his cock. The muscles in the other man’s back flexed and shifted beneath his smooth skin.

A man.

Stop.

Maybe stopping now would be best. Was he ready
to sodomize Mack or any other guy? In the heat of the moment doing things to Mack was like a drug, but there was nothing about men that he found sexually attractive, so what the hell was he doing?

He backed off, his thoughts spinning but going nowhere. Mack pushed himself up onto his feet and turned to gaze at him, his cock standing out ninety degrees from his body.

“You changed your mind.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is about you – why this keeps happening. No offense, but I’m not into guys.”

“Mmm.” Mack nodded. “You have a funny way of showing it.” He took the few steps to Ramsay. “You’re dripping lube.”

Mack reached out and brushed the tip of Ramsay’s still-hard cock with his fingers. Ramsay grabbed his wrist and held it away.
“Don’t touch me without asking.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” A crease appeared between his dark brows and he broke Ramsay’s hold, his arm dropping to his side but his hand balled into a fist.

“Then why did you call me Sir?”

Mack winced and looked away, grimacing. Ashamed? “It slipped. It won’t happen again. I won’t sub to a man that doesn’t even like me. I thought you felt something for me, but I was wrong.”

Silence stretched between them, distance wedging in where a closeness had been growing. It was his own doing, but he wasn’t sure if it was what he wanted. Stopping things with Mack now would be easier, less confusing. But if he backed off would Mack look elsewhere?

“Have you slept with Cross or Malachi?” Ramsay blurted
. Where the fuck had that come from? He thought back and realized it had been bugging him since that afternoon, twisting around, quietly making him crazy.

Mack blinked. Paused. “How is that any of your fucking business?”

“You told me no one else has ever fucked your ass.”

“I did say that, yes. You don’t think I’m capable of being a top?”

“With a Dom?” Ramsay snorted.

“Fuck you, Ramsay.
I top Winter just fine, and I haven’t heard her say the same about you. You might not have any respect for me, but before you came along my life was a lot more sane. I didn’t ask for this any more than you did. Maybe I had a vague attraction to a few guys before you, but I had no plan on sucking cock, let alone letting someone –” He shook his head. “Never mind. I’m taking Winter home now. Don’t come by for a few days, all right? I really don’t want to see you.” Mack flicked his fingers dismissively and started to walk away.

Ramsay’s arm shot out and he grabbed Mack as he tried to leave. “Answer the fucking question.”

“Oh, for fucksakes! Why do you care? No. Neither of them swing that way, as far as I know. I’m not interested in
them
anyway.”

Pressure was pounding in his head. “Who
are
you interested in?” It came out louder than he meant it to, but Mack could be so fucking irritating.

Mack got in his face, his face red and teeth bared. “Not some megalomaniac jackass who wants to control me and fuck me, but is too chickenshit to admit it.” He tried to free his wrist again, but this time Ramsay was ready and used brute strength to stop it from happening.

Rage tore through Ramsay, all oranges and reds and intolerable heat. Challenging little son of a bitch. Mack had no clue what weird, pent-up, fucked-up shit he set loose in Ramsay – stuff he had no desire to feel, that scared him and excited him and made him want to hurt people.

Mack yanked again, trying for the weak point in Ramsay’s grip, wrenching at his arm to
no avail. He tried to head butt him. Ramsay tipped his head to the side to avoid it and twisted Mack’s arm behind his back again, adrenaline threading through him as he forced him to his knees and shoved his forehead to the floor. Mack screamed in frustration and tried to buck him off, but Ramsay blocked him with his body.

Flesh pressed against flesh, his cock naturally settling in the cleft of Mack’s ass.

“Get off me!” Mack’s fruitless struggles made Ramsay’s dick throb like it had grown its own separate heartbeat. Ramsay ground against him, the lube making everything slide together temptingly. Mack flailed with his free arm, trying to punch him, but Ramsay simply caught the other arm and twisted it back too.

“No! You’ve been driving me insane pushing me for this. You’re getting what you asked for.” Ramsay let go of one of Mack’s arms and drew back his hips. With his free hand he lined his cock up with Mack’s asshole, which had slammed back shut like he’d never tried to loosen him.

“Are you safewording?”

Silence.

He prodded Mack’s ass with the tip and the other man trembled beneath him, breathing hard, but not telling him to stop.

Ramsay pushed, withdrew, pushed again, the progress so slow that at times he didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Mack’s body tried to keep him out, but he was patient. Gradually, the head of his cock sank in. Mack was panting, grunting, his body crushing the tip of Ramsay’s
member and trying to force it back out. Ramsay let go of his other arm, gathered more lube from areas it wasn’t needed, and spread it on his cock.

His hands now free, Ramsay grabbed onto Mack’s hips, and fucked himself in the rest of the way with short, teasing thrusts. When Ramsay’s balls brushed against Mack’s he paused, attempting to breathe past his body’s need to empty his seed into Mack’s painfully tight ass. Beneath him, Mack was breathing hard, strangled noises escaping him every time Ramsay’s body twitched.

“Is this what you wanted, Mack?” He gripped his hips tighter and pressed his cock into him as far as he could go.

Mack’s moan was
wretched. A small noise from across the room drew his attention, and Ramsay glanced over to see his sweet little slave sitting on the floor, her eyes round and mouth open. Her dress was frothed up around her hips. Winter watched, but there was fear there, and anger. He’d almost forgotten they had an audience.

They’d have to take care of themselves for now.

Gradually he withdrew, then slammed back in, making Mack cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I asked you a question, bitchboy. Is this what you wanted?”

“No.” His voice was hoarse.

“You didn’t want me to make you my bitch?” He gave a lazy roll of his hips and thrust again.

He gasped. “Oh fuck! I don’t know. I wanted something, but not this.”

“No?” Ramsay slammed into him again, Mack’s body grasping at him, crushing
, the pressure almost unbearable. He reached around Mack and grabbed his hard prick, twitching and slippery with precum. Ramsay smeared Mack’s own lubrication over him and started to stroke him as he picked up rhythm. Mack moaned loudly and Ramsay felt an overwhelming power flow through him. “I think you wanted me to take your ass. Is this what you thought about the last few times you whacked off? Did you think about me fucking your ass?”

Mack didn’t answer right away, so Ramsay fucked him harder.

“Okay, okay!” he babbled. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Who owns your ass?” Ramsay barked.

“You!”

“I what?” He leaned in, grabbing the back of Mack’s neck.

“You own my ass,” Mack choked.

“Are you my bitch?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re mine, you little pervert. Understand me? No other man touches you without my fucking perm
ission.” The pressure built. Mack’s ass was so tight that Ramsay worried he’d backfire and his balls would explode.

Mack was shuddering beneath him, his body tense, about to come.

“Answer me!” he bellowed.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” Mack’s cock started to twitch hard, his ass pulsing. His cry of pleasure was helpless and vulnerable. Come spilled onto Ramsay’s hand just as he reached the brink himself, his world narrowing to focus only on the pounding of his cock into Mack’s
grasping hole. Ramsay’s muscles locked and his mind blanked at the violent eruption of his body as he came.

*

The women were sound asleep, a lovely tangle of arms and legs on the love seat. He and Mack had discussed moving them to the bed, but it seemed a shame to rob themselves of such pretty scenery.

Mack sat on the couch next to him, freshly showered and back in his jeans. He smelled good, somehow
making the shampoo that Ramsay and Saya had in the shower smell different. It had been difficult for Ramsay not to follow him in there, but it was taking things too far. Too soon.