The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (19 page)

He sighed and rubbed his face with one hand, then glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Mack and I talked things over last night. I know the way I was acting was confusing and mean, but this isn’t easy for me either. None of us meant for this to happen. All we can do now is work on figuring it out.”

“What’s to figure out? It is what it is. You two can have your side thing going on, that’s fine with me
, but we need to make sure that it doesn’t break up the band. Mack and I have worked hard to build things up, and you and Saya are great, but we have to make sure that this weird thing we have going on isn’t going to fuck that up.”

“Aye, aye,
captain.” Ramsay saluted her and she frowned.

“By the way, Mack and I are going home after this to spend some quality time together. None of your lightweight D/s bullshit.”

“You think that what you do is more meaningful than what Saya and I are into?”

She folded herself to sit cross-legged on the ottoman. “No, but the lack of violence bores me. I don’t get a high from following commands, like some people do. I need to suffer.”

The last word hung in the air like it had grown bee wings and was hovering overhead. It was true. It had been days since Mack had hurt her, and although he’d found release in messing around with Ramsay, she hadn’t gotten off since Ramsay had fucked her in the net. For her that was pretty much vanilla.

Mack had
n’t failed to meet her needs since he was a new sadist and they hadn’t known each other as well. Sure, Ramsay was a novelty, but that was no excuse. Winter was his choice every day. He needed to remind her of that, no matter how long they’d been together.

Ramsay didn’t seem to be put off by her abrasiveness, like most people generally were. Instead his face softened and he gave her a small smile. “I’d like to see what you do – what the two of you are into when you’re not with us.”

“Like a home video?” Winter asked sarcastically, brow raised.

“No, like an invitation to watch.”

Winter’s eyes narrowed. “Pervert.”

“You know it.”

She picked up the straw out of her glass and stuck the end in her mouth, then started to chew on it. Her gaze followed Saya as she moved to different parts of the room.

Mack didn’t say anything. This had to be her decision, since she was the one who’d be on display. The idea of Ramsay watching him work made Mack a bit nervous. Would he critique
him? Did he know anything about sadism? What if he thought what they did was disturbing or disgusting?

“Well? Do you think you can handle it?” Ramsay prompted, alert and interested.

“Oh, I can handle your detour into voyeurism. I’m more worried that you’ll puke on the floor of our dungeon. That smell is always hard to wash out.”

“If I get scared, I’ll hide my eyes.”

Winter snorted and leaned on the table, eyeing Ramsay with disdain. “Does the sight of blood make you faint?”

“Only if it’s mine.”

Mack sighed. With these two in a pissing contest, they might be here all night.

“How about we let them in on a date night and they can decide if they can handle coming back again. We’ve given Ramsay the official disclaimer, let them make up their own minds.”

“We can always blindfold Saya if she gets scared.” Ramsay scooped up some hummus and jammed the flat bread into his mouth.

Winter seemed to consider that idea for a moment. “No. Blindfolding Saya will make me want to do something else, entirely.”

The drumming ceased and the room erupted into applause. Saya glided over, flushed and grinning.

“You dance beautifully.” Mack reached for her hand and squeezed it.
The grace in her performance had given him so many new ideas for adding movement to his sketches that he regretted not bringing paper and pencil with him. “I never realized how involved bellydance was. I always thought of it as glorified exotic dance, but it’s really not the same at all.”

“No
.” Saya laughed. “And I get to keep my clothes on, which I prefer.”

“That part is regrettable. The more you’re naked, the better, as far as I’m concerned.” Winter beckoned her over and Saya perched on her knee.

“Did you like watching me dance, even if I was wearing too much?” Saya asked Winter sassily.

The two of them were adorable together. Maybe Rime from his webcomic needed a girlfriend. And there was nothing like live models.

Winter brushed her fingers over Saya’s bare lower back and she shivered and straightened.

“I kept imagining dragging you off to find a green room, if there is one.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I have and I will again.” Winter shrugged.

It was amazing how quickly Winter was taking to domming the girl. They looked natural together, like they’d been partners for years.

Ramsay fished a bottle of water out of the bag he’d been minding for her and handed it over. “The drummers were decent.”

“I prefer when you play for me. You know what I like.” She cracked open the bottle of water and chugged most of it down.

“Speaking of him knowing what you like, Ramsay has ask
ed to do something pervy.” Winter frowned. “I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”

“Ooh! What’s he wanna do?” Saya wiggled on Winter’s knee for a moment then glanced around. The people at the nearest table couldn’t hear them over the general din, but they could see everything the two girls were doing – one of the men
stared at them, looking like he needed a napkin to sponge up his drool.

“He wants Mack to torture me while you two watch.”

Saya bit her lip. “Do I get a safeword?”

“He won’t be laying a finger on you.”

“But what if I want him to stop what he’s doing? What if I hate him for hurting you?” She wrapped her arms around Winter’s neck and kissed her cheek. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“I have a safeword, if I need it. You won’t be able to watch, even knowing I’m enjoying myself?
”

“Well...I can try. If worse comes to worse I could always go upstairs and watch TV or something.”

“True.”

Mack grinn
ed at Saya, his smile probably looking as creepy as it felt. “Just make sure to crank the volume. I plan to make her loud.”

*

The premeditation involved in getting Winter to undress for them immobilized her. They all stood uncomfortably in the middle of the basement, making jokes about how awkward it seemed when it wasn’t heat of the moment.

“Here, does this help?” Mack stripped off his shirt. Ramsay did the same.

“No. Now it feels a little weirder.”

“Strip, princess.” Ramsay snapped his fingers at his woman and she reluctantly started to disrobe.

“This isn’t fair,” Saya grumbled. “I thought we were supposed to watch, not be watched.”

“Pardon me?”

“Um... This isn’t fair, Master?”

Despite her complaints, Saya complied, stripping down to her panties. She looked at Ramsay expectantly and he nodded. “Yes, you can leave those on for now.”

Saya’s luscious curves drew Mack’s eye. His gaze travelled along her body, happy to dwell on her full breasts with their hardened tips before moving on to her belly and hips. Saya ducked her head when she realized they were all staring at her.

Mack had
cranked the heat in the room, but the air was still chilly. Saya shivered and Ramsay wrapped his heavily muscled arms around her. They kissed, which soon turned into Ramsay carrying her over to the mattress and laying her flat. He ordered her to stay still and he ran his hands over her skin as her breathing became slow, heavy, hypnotic.

“They’ve forgotten all about us.” Mack winked. He pulled Winter close and ran his fingers through the back of her hair, then kissed h
er deeply. She melted into him as though he’d pulled the plug out of a drain.

Winter
was always watching, wary. It was her nature to be suspicious and think that people were trying to fuck her over. After their first few months together, he’d deduced that had to do with surviving in her big, backstabbing family. When they’d met she hadn’t realized that not every family was like that. He was one of the only people she really trusted, although he knew Saya was slowly worming her way into that inner circle.

Between kisses, Mack undressed her. He inhaled her scent, her warmth, slid his palms over the smoothness of her skin. The piercings he’d done on her nipples had healed and he flicked them, making her shudder. Her willowy, pale nakedness, flawless and waiting for his marks, brought a heady excitement. She was so very small and vulnerabl
e under her fuck-you armor. Knowing that she would let him hurt her in a million depraved ways gave him the kind of exhilaration that could turn a normal man into a monster. With him, it had done just that.

Memories of her pain echoed silently in the room. Screams that he’d drawn from her unwilling lips, the smell and t
aste of her blood. It was nothing anyone else could hear or see, but to him it lay over the current reality like a filter that reminded him of what had come before.

He led her to the saltire he’d made last ye
ar, with the hinge on the back that made the padded X versatile. It was easy to secure her upright, lay her flat or turn her upside down. Today he cuffed her facing inward. He caught a flash of apprehension in her eyes and he chuckled quietly, which earned him a glare to smile back at.

“Are you nervous, Winter? Do you think you can trust me? You’re awfully stuck right now, and I’m not a very nice man.”

“Your wacko head games won’t work on me, Mack.”

Brave words. Under her br
avado, he knew there was still a vulnerable girl who sometimes wondered whether this would be the time he would ignore her safeword. There had been times it’d been tempting to pretend he hadn’t heard it, when he hadn’t been done yet, but he loved her enough to stop when she said stop. Even when he was gorging himself on her screams and stopping was nearly impossible. They’d discussed it at length. She knew where he was weak, and knew how to snap him out of his zone when he started going too far. Sometimes the cruelty in his soul terrified him.

He went to the tool bench and loaded a tray with implements that struck his fancy. This time there was no hiding sharp things and avoiding needles. If Ramsay wanted to see what they did, choosing innocuous things defeated the purpose. Their guests had gone quiet on the mattress. A glance showed Saya sitting in Ramsay’s lap. He watched Mack while he stroked Saya in places that made her squirm.

For a moment, Mack’s gaze met Ramsay’s, and the latter nodded encouragement.

He walked back to Winter, perusing the implements he’d selected. Starting their guests out slow seemed like a good idea. A small flogger did the trick of warming her up, her skin twitching a little now and then when falls
wrapped around to her ribs or a hip. There was a time when using the flogger on her had been a rush – he’d been so careful then. She’d proven, though, that she could take so much more.

Next he grabbed a tawse. It flicked out like the tongue of a giant li
zard, leaving licks of pain in its wake. Her breathing got heavy and even, almost as if she slept, but he knew better. She was waiting for things to get more interesting.

He went to the wall and let his hand caress the assortment of canes that hung there. Winter had an obsession with canes and they’d gone from buying them online to making them out of anything that she could dream up. Mack could feel her eyes boring into his back, willing
his hand one way or the other. She knew better than to ask for the one she was in the mood for, because he’d pick something else.

Today he picked one for each hand. Being ambidextrous left her guessing – which implement when, from what direction. One cane was thin and whippy, slicing the air with a chilling whizzing sound. The other was short and thick, more of a fish bat than a cane, really, but thuddy would make a good counterpoint to his first selection. Winter’s back and ass w
ere mottled pink and red now, and the room had warmed up, either from the heater or his activity.

Tap
.

“Ungh!” She fought the cuffs, a lovely red welt rising on the back of her thigh.

Tap, tap, tap
. Three more over the curve of her luscious ass, the last reddening on either side and leaving a blue line in the middle. Nice.

The last blow made her squeal. Blood throbbed through his body and rushed to his cock. He changed the angle and left another line to bisect the most painful one, so that there was a blue
X on her ass.

“Fucker! I fucking hate you!”
she screamed.

A laugh rose from deep inside, adrenaline shooting through him.
He got on his knees and bit her ass directly on the mark he’d made.

“Stop!” Her voice was plaintive now, less demanding.

He rose, swished the cane back and forth through the air, letting her hear it but not touching her. A minute passed and eventually she leaned back toward him, looking for more.