The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (28 page)

“Please, no.” She whimpered.

Mack groaned as his cock stirred again. Her noises were so addictive.

“Your body is ready for
me now, princess. I’ve taken my time to make sure you were ready, but now you’re just scared. I’ll be gentle.”

“
Not like you are with Mack?” She sniffled and Winter came over and squeezed between her and the wall. She kissed Saya’s face.

“No. Mack’s tough. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Mack made a sound of disgust and rolled on his side to pet Saya. “Thanks!”

“What?” Ramsay laughed. “You’re not exactly
in the delicate girl category, Mack.”

“You
were
pretty rough with me the first time.”

“I’m always rough with you. It’s part of your charm. You want me to send you some flowers?”

“No, but I’d accept candy.”

“We’ll see. Now Saya, we’ve used progressively bigger p
lugs over the past few months. You could practically take a donkey dick at this point.”

“I hope so.” Winter arched a brow. “You’ve got a fucking donkey dick, Sir. So does Mack
, for that matter.”

“
If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. You know I will.” He grabbed the lube from where Winter had thrown it and brought it back to the bed. “Hands and knees or on your back?”

“Neither?”

“Hm. Not one of your options. Get on your hands and knees. Winter you get under her and help her out, okay?”

Saya flipped over and assumed the position he’d demanded. Her trembling was lovely, and Mack sat up and ran his hand
along her back. Winter slipped down between her legs into a sixty-nine position, and drew a long, flat lick over her slit. She gasped and wriggled, angling her hips to give Winter easier access.

“More, please, Winter.”

Winter complied, teasing her with the tip of her tongue, as Ramsay took hold of the base of the buttplug and began to fuck her with it. Gasps and whines gave way to words that didn’t make sense.

Ramsay shuffled back and grabbed Mack by the hair. “Get me ready for her.”

Warmth flushed Mack’s cheeks and he eagerly went down on him, licking the length before he sheathed his throbbing cock with his mouth. If Sir was this horny already, this wouldn’t last long.

Whe
n Ramsay pulled away, Mack fought him for a second, wanting more.

Ramsay chuckled. “You’ll have to wait.
My little slave girl needs deflowering.”

He handed Ramsay the lube and watched in fascination as he coaxed the plug from Saya’s ass and lubed himself up. He spread more inside Saya with two fingers.

She was panting with fear, and Mack went back to stroking her.

“Shh,” Ramsay said quietly. He lined the head of his cock up with her back opening and he pushed gently and retreated several times, playing there. Mack’s body ached for what Saya was getting.

Ramsay waited to go further until she pushed back toward him, looking for more. Gradually, he rolled his hips, sinking deeper into her with every second motion.

Saya’s head was dow
n, resting on Winter’s pubic bone as she bowed to his will. The noises from her sounded overwhelmed.

Ramsay was finally all the way in. His jaw was clenched.

“You okay? Do you need more lube?” Mack asked sympathetically.

“No,” Ramsay grunted. He eased out somewhat then pushed back in
.

She was sobbing, but pushed back against him anyway. Mack knew that feeling all too well. He gripped his cock and moved up to kneel between Winter’s
knees. Wrapping his hands around the back of her legs, he lifted her until her ass was resting on his thighs. He traced the head of his dick up and down her slit and found her drenched.

Before he pushed in, Winter was arching against
him, trying to help him get inside her. Saya’s head was partially in the way, but she had the presence of mind to tilt her upper torso aside, so he wasn’t banging his stomach against the top of her head. They needed diagrams to figure out the most comfortable positions for four people, although experience would be more fun than pictures.

Ramsay looked fascinated by
watching his cock thrusting into Saya’s pretty ass. Did he watch like that when he fucked him? The thought of Ramsay watching him that way made his cock twitch hard. Winter moaned, the vibration making Saya squeal. Her body must have clamped down because Ramsay’s eyes rolled back, his body rigid.

The sight of Ramsay as he came into Saya’s ass, the rippling grip of Winter’s pussy on his cock, Saya’s scream of pleasure – Mack orgasmed violently, fucking Winter hard
while his cock bucked and twitched in its final spending. He collapsed half on Winter and half on Saya’s back. After a few moments, he and Ramsay both withdrew and they all lay in a languid, sweaty pile.

Across the room, the baby monitor squawked. “Auntie Saya? You guys are singing too loud. You woke me up.
Be quiet!” They heard him stir, settle, snore.

Mack wasn’t sure which of them started to chuckle first, but moments later the dungeon
echoed with it.

Sunday afternoons were quiet. The farmhouse was almost silent, except for the tiny snores coming from the loveseat where Spider had fallen asleep ten minutes before. Eventually, Saya laid aside her book and went to the boy, gathered his limp form and carried him up to his supposedly temporary bedroom. The set-up was starting to look permanent.

The guys were outside working on the truck, and once in a
while she could hear them laughing or bullshitting loudly through the thin panes of the ancient windows. A cow lowed in the distance and, for a moment, she felt as if she’d accidentally stepped into an alternate universe, where she was a farm wife with a homestead and family to take care of. The scent of the shampoo she used to wash Spider’s hair drifted up to her, mixing with the little kid smell that was impossible to explain to people who didn’t get it. It made her yearn to have a million babies.

She tucked him in with his favorite stuffies, pleased that neither Ramsay nor Mack seemed inclined to try to shame him out of having the toys.
Some dads, she’d heard from the playgroup moms, were bound and determined that soft toys made boys into sissies. There was none of that talk around their house.

Theirs.

Like this was permanent and they’d all go on living like the Brady Bunch commune after the court stuff was settled. Saya squeezed her eyes closed, willing back tears. If Bronwyn took Spider away, it would tear her heart out. She couldn’t lose him – couldn’t go back to not being a mother. His mother. The anxiety rolled into a ball in her chest, as she kissed the child’s forehead and whispered love in his ear.

Downstairs, Winter was still reading, but
put it open and face down on the arm of the couch.

“He didn’t wake up?”

“No. I think the guys got him all tired out throwing the ball around with him. I can’t believe I had to tell them to go outside. They start horsing around and seem to forget what the rules are.”

Winter snorted. “They’re not much more mature than Spider is. They just pretended they were mature long enough to pick up chicks.”

Saya folded herself next to Winter and the woman pulled her close and nuzzled her cheek. As much as she wanted to, it wasn’t time to relax into her and snuggle. They had to talk.

“I guess kids change things.” Her heart sped up. The subject hadn’t been broached, although it seemed foremost in everyone’s mind.

“Yeah.”

A sick feeling twisted inside her.
She’d have to be more direct, but she hated being direct.

She steeled herself and plunged on.
“Winter, if she takes him away it’s going to kill me. I can’t let her –” She swallowed hard.

The silence that fell was tense.

“What do you mean?” Winter’s voice was tight, but whether it was from stress or anger was impossible to tell.

Saya rushed on. “You know how I feel about you. I don’t want things to end between us, but I want to be a mother – not in a million years when we’re rich and famous. Now. If she wants to take him, I’m going to do everything I can to fight her.” The last few words struggled to get out.

“So you’re saying that what I want for my life is irrelevant to you.”

“No! I care about what you want. Of course I do!
” The stupid tears started to blur her vision and she wiped them away impatiently. She didn’t want Winter to think this was a guilt trip. It was just a fact. “I love you and Mack. Ramsay and I will be heartbroken if you guys split up with us, but Spider is our little boy now, and I won’t give him up to keep you.”

“Fuck.” Winter was on her feet and pacing the living room. “I fucking knew it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What do you want me to do? Choose you and kick him out the door? He’s my son. If it came down to it right now, I think I’d choose him over Ramsay!”

Winter rolled her eyes. “I was willing to leave this situation to chance and decide what to do once the chips fell, but now I’m getting the impression that even if she takes him away, you’re going to insist on having a baby as soon as possible.”

“That’s not true!”

“Your
fucking clock is ticking so loud that I can hear it from here!” The bitter words came with a matching scowl. “This isn’t what I wanted out of life. I want music and sex and no big responsibilities outside of work. I’m too fucking selfish to raise a kid!”

“
I sub to Ramsay, and you, and even Mack, but there are some things in my life that I care about too much to leave to other people.” She struggled to keep her voice even, although a buzzing hysteria was making her so tense she thought she would burst. “If we send him away to child services, he’ll go into a foster home. Then in a few years, if he’s lucky and not too damaged by being abandoned again, some family might adopt him. Maybe. He’s a boy and he’s almost school aged. Most adoptive families want babies or little girls, the social workers told me. I can’t live with the idea of him growing up unwanted in some stupid fucking group home – aging out – all because he wasn’t part of our plan. He’s not a vague idea about having kids down the road, he’s a little boy who needs me here and now. All the time he’s been with us, and you don’t care about him even a little? You’d drop him off at child services and not look back?”

Winter frowned hard and scrubbed a hand over her eyes.
“Oh, please. This isn’t like whether or not I’m a cat person. He’s a human being, and he deserves to live with people who want him around.”

“Answer the question.
Could you just walk away when you know he’ll be crying and wondering what he did wrong? He would never understand.”

For a moment Winter stared hard at the ceiling and her face got blotchy. She swallowed hard enough to see. “Fine. I get that you can’t do that to him. You’re a better person than I am. I never would have agreed to baby
sit in the first place. He’s a good kid, Saya, but this whole thing isn’t for me. I warned you about my limits,” she finished lamely.

Saya lost control of the tears and they spilled down her face. She ignored them. “You have a
choice, Winter. Walk away if you want to.”

She strode from the room, lea
ving Winter looking torn and hurt. This argument was going nowhere. Her position was clear and Winter could take it or leave it. She wasn’t going to do the same thing Spider’s first mother had done, by choosing an affair over her own kid. Fuck that.

Determined to look strong, s
he marched up the stairs, only stumbling once. Hoping to God that when she came back down later their shit wouldn’t be packed and next to the door.

*

Although they’d told her a million times that she looked lovely, she stroked a hand at her skirt, so different than the ones she wore on stage. The room was on the small side, and smelled like a library without having the added attraction of books. Instead, there was a dour man in robes sitting behind a raised desk. Who knew that courtrooms looked the same in real life as they did in movies?

Her fingers twi
sted nervously in her lap, and Master put a comforting hand on her knee. Behind them, she could almost feel the absence of Winter and Mack.

After the huge confrontation she’d had with Winter, she’d known the end was coming. Their bags, however, hadn’t been at the door afterward. It was like the discussion had never happened
.

Instead of being gone from their lives, Mack and Winter were sitting in the hallway with Spider, keeping him
busy while a stranger decided his fate.

Thank goodness they were done with all of the social workers. So many interviews. So much paperwork. Spider would have counselling for a
while yet, though, if she had anything to say about it. He had a lot of nightmares about bad things happening to Alexandra, the cat he used to have.

At the other desk, Bronwyn sat with her lawyer, avoiding eye contact. In the hall, she’d said hello to Spider, but after an awkward hug, he’d bolted into
his Uncle Ramsay’s arms. What had she expected? She hadn’t even called in months.

Honestly, Saya wanted to claw Bronwyn’s eyes out, but she was family.

All of the talking and rigmarole between Bronwyn’s lawyer and the judge was giving Saya a headache. They were just there to sign papers – couldn’t they just do it fast before something happened and Bronwyn changed her mind?

After
some legalese was thrown back and forth, a break was called and they went out to check on Spider while Bron went to walk with her lawyer to discuss something. She was backing out, Saya knew it. A knot had formed under her ribs and it was all she could do not to grab Spider up and hug him tight. Tears threatened. He didn’t need to see that.

“I’m going to the restroom. Stay with Uncle Mack, okay, buddy?

“Do you want me to come?” Winter rose, looking worried.

“No, no. I just need a minute.” She squeezed her hand and walked briskly down the hall and around the corner, looking for a ladies’ sign.

When she finally found it, she ducked inside, rifling through her handbag for a tissue. One appeared under her nose, attached to long, elegant fingers.

She accepted gratefully and looked up to find herself staring at Bronwyn.
She was like Master’s female clone. Tall, but thin where Master was stocky. She could well have been a supermodel. With naturally blond hair, strong bone structure, and an imposing demeanor, it wasn’t hard to see how she did so well in business. It was difficult to believe she’d been a groupie more than a business woman only five years before. Master said she was a like a completely different person now. This was the kind of woman who called her kid Chet or some other rich kid name, not Spider. If this kind of woman ever lost focus long enough to breed.

“You love him, don’t you?” Bronwyn’s voice was cold.

“Who? Ma– Ramsay? Yes, of course!”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care how you feel about my brother. I’m talking about my son
. You’ve had him for six months and you haven’t left Ramsay yet, so I’m assuming you’re into this mothering thing.”

What could she say? If she came off too strong, Bronwyn could still pull the rug out from under their feet and take the boy back.

For that matter, the judge could decide they were unfit and give him to the State.

“Yes, I love him very much. He’s an awesome little guy. You’ve done a good job with him.”

Bronwyn’s derisive snort showed Saya that the cultured veneer only went so deep. “I’m a terrible mother, Saya. I pawned him off as much as the daycare would let me, and I’d pretend to work all sorts of extra hours. Having him seemed romantic when Jeremy was spending time with me, but when I got fat and he moved on to the next girl, I realized I’d made a mistake. It was too late by then.” She shrugged. “I know you think I’m a bitch but your opinion doesn’t mean shit to me. My only concern is that Spider gets the family he should have had, instead of a mother who’d rather do the career thing and not come home to laundry and a snotty nose.”

“Mothering isn’t for everyone. A lot of people don’t want kids.” She thought of Winter and the knot in her chest tightened again. If they were lucky enough to sign papers today, there was no saying what Winter would do. She kept hoping she’d come around, but her interest in Spider was vague, at best.
“At least you figured it out.”

“Fat lot of good that does the
kid. My boss and I are dating, and I’ve been having fun seeing Europe with him while we’ve been making deals over there, you know? It’s like being able to start over. Charles isn’t interested in being a step-father though. Spider is a deal-breaker for him.”

Deal-breaker. The exact same words Winter had used so many times.
“So the kid you got saddled with is standing between you and what you want.”

Bronwyn winced. “That sounds a lot worse than the way it sounds in my head. For me, this is giving him a chance to have a real family, with kid-centered holidays and trips to the museum and the park. You seem like the motherly type.” She looked Saya up and down, and suddenly she felt frumpy beside the couture suit and coiffed hair Bronwyn wore like she’d been born to it.

People could only look down their noses at you if you let them.

“I’m not ashamed of being motherly
.” She stood straighter, owning how she looked in the blouse and skirt she’d bought new at Target last week. Her life wasn’t fancy, but she wouldn’t trade what she had with Bronwyn’s power lunches and expensive hotels. “Ramsay and I love Spider very much. I don’t even know how to tell you. His fingerpaintings, his crazy stories, pushing him on the swings, tucking him in, the way he looks at me when I volunteer at the preschool or pick him up – I don’t know how I lived without him.” The tears started again, and Bronwyn’s expression softened.

She held up her hands in a warding gesture. “Okay, okay. I get it. None of those things have ever done anything much for me, and I doubt I ever pushed him on a swing
. If I have I’ve never gotten that sappy look on my face when I did it.” She smiled sadly. “I wish I felt that way, but I just don’t.”

“Maybe you had postpartum and never bonded?”

“Maybe,” Bronwyn said, her voice quiet. “It doesn’t matter at this point. I’m glad he’s got you now. He’s a good kid. He deserves better than me.”