Chapter Two
She moved to her cushion at his elbow and knelt with grace that only came with years of dance training. The coffee she’d brought was offered up, with her head bowed exactly as he’d taught her so many years ago. He felt the tension in her body even though she would never complain. Saya knew better than to interrupt his breakfast with begging.
Ramsay ate in silence, watching the news, occasionally grimacing at the bullshit the networks expected people to swallow. He watched her sometimes, out of the corner of his eye. Curves and ringlets, and a sweet bow mouth – Saya would have been a daddy-Dom’s wet dream. She was like a little doll, but that wasn’t his kink. To him, she was simply lush and gorgeous and hard to keep his hands off. And so very His. He forced himself to pay attention to the information they were being fed on an uprising somewhere – he’d missed the beginning of the piece.
After a few minutes, when her arms started to tremble a bit from the strain of holding them out so awkwardly, he took partial pity on her and accepted the still-hot beverage from her hands. Automatically, her arms went behind her back and her tits strained forward with the position, distracting him from the program designed to brainwash people.
Was she silently begging? He raised a brow and looked at her. She was the picture of humility and obedience, but her lusty nature sometimes made her naughty.
“Saya, are you trying to get my attention?”
Her soft brown gaze met his and her brow creased. “No, Master. I’m just waiting to see if I can do anything else for you before you leave for work.” She was careful to make her voice soft and neutral, but he knew what she really wanted. Being a bastard and teasing her for a long while before kicking her out of bed to make his breakfast meant he was pretty sure he knew what was on her mind.
There was no way Saya could understand how much self control it took to ignore her when she knelt, nude, at his elbow – her rock-hard nipples and quiet, uneven breathing demanding his attention more eloquently than any slut who’d tried to pick him up at a bar after a show.
For him, it had always been her, ever since she’d caught his eye in high school – the shy girl no one spoke to. The one who tried to disappear. She’d bewitched him accidentally, and he’d pursued her until she gave in, completely confused about why he’d want her, of all people. Even now, girls always surrounded him, trying to get close, touch his hair, or sit on his knee. Saya laughed about it, saying he treated them like flies, brushing them off without thinking. She told him they wanted him even more because he was so aloof, but why would he settle for them when she was his life?
When Ramsay finished his meal, Saya rose and took his dishes to the kitchen. Silently, he followed her and watched her work. As she washed the few remaining dishes, her hips shimmied subtly, her belly rolled, muscles twitched and flexed under her smooth skin. Accidental dancing happened to her a lot, when she was doing other things. It was like an itch she couldn’t ignore. It just happened, like some people bit their nails – she didn’t even know she was doing it most of the time.
When she danced for him, and him alone, the connection was impossible to describe.
Now if they could only scrape enough money together to rent space, she could quit her food prep job at Big Momma’s Brunch Buffet and open a dance studio. There weren’t other Middle Eastern dance classes available in Cobalt Harbor yet. She taught semi-private lessons, but it wasn’t paying well because of how few students she could fit in their tiny basement apartment.
She turned and saw him watching her and her chest, neck and cheeks turned red. “How long have you been standing there, Master?”
“Do I need to ask permission to look at my girl?”
Her eyes got round. “You can look at me whenever you want to, of course, Sir. You just surprised me.”
“Mmhmm. You’re lucky I don’t have much time before work.”
“Nooo!” she protested and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Stay. Call your uncle and tell him you’re sick.”
He snorted and took a firm grip of the back of her thighs, pulling her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. “I think he’d hear you screaming from his shop. He’d know my lusty little whore kept me home again.” As he carried her into the bedroom, she pouted then licked at his lips.
“I could be quiet, Master,” Saya wheedled. She squirmed against him, making him wish he could forget they needed the money, and stay home and spend the day in bed with her.
“Now princess, you always say that. The next thing I know, you earn a spanking or you come, and turn into a banshee.”
“I don’t like spankings!” she protested, using her best little girl voice.
“Sure you don’t.” He tossed her into the middle of their bed and she squealed loudly. If the guys at the shop hadn’t heard, it was only because they weren’t at work yet. They ribbed him all the time about how good he must be in bed for her to scream so much on his days off. She didn’t manage the gag well – it made her panic – so it was either tolerate the guys joking, or wait until the shop closed at five. Waiting wasn’t going to happen.
Roughly, he grabbed her and flipped her face down. She squeaked, but didn’t fight. He’d been hard for her since before breakfast, but he was a man of patience. Up to a point. Without preamble, he spread her thighs with his hands, shoved his jeans down, then pulled her hips up and plunged his cock into her. Saya sobbed then covered her mouth. Her small cries as he continued to thrust into her were sexy in their suffering, but there was no doubt she was more than wet enough to tolerate being used. He fucked her fast and as hard as she could handle, making sure he banged into her g-spot the whole time, but finished before she could recover enough from the shock to come.
He pulled out as soon as he was done, and zipped up his jeans. She gasped then shrieked in petulant protest.
“Don’t you take that tone with me,” he growled. Before she could move, he slapped her naked, swollen pussy. By the fifth smack she was babbling apologies and begging for mercy.
He crawled up into the middle of the bed and leaned back against the metal-rung headboard. It wasn’t comfortable, so he dragged a pillow over and shoved it behind his back. Saya hadn’t moved.
“Good girl, staying where I put you. Come here, now.”
Eyes burning with need, she crept up next to him. Ramsay dragged her into his arms and held her close. Tears leaked onto his chest and she sniffled.
He feigned ignorance. “What’s the matter, princess? You seem upset.”
“I keep having naughty thoughts, Master. I’ve been horny all morning, and now I’ll have to wait until at least tonight.”
“Late tonight, actually. After I’m done work, we’re going to Mack and Winter’s to see if we can make things work.”
She whimpered and wriggled against him and her voice dropped to a whisper. “That’s going to make it worse.”
“Hmmm. You like that pretty boy?” One of the things that worked for them was that they talked about things like this. It was hard for him to get jealous when he was the only man she’d ever been with.
“He’s handsome, but it’s not that.”
“Having to wait?”
“That too.” She left the words hanging in the air, like he was playing a game of hot and cold and he was getting hotter.
“The girl?” he asked, incredulous. Saya’d had a few girl crushes before, but they were few and far between, and she’d never gone further than liking to look.
She nodded against his chest.
“You like looking at her?”
Saya propped her chin on his chest, looking so delicate and soft compared to him. His cock stirred again, although he doubted they had time for another round.
“Winter’s sexy. I don’t think she’d like me, but she makes me think bad things.” She gave him a shy smile.
“Bad things like what?”
“Like what it would be like to kiss a girl. To touch her. To lick her.”
The mental image her words drew hardened his cock instantly.
She bit her lip and her eyes were molten. “I’d love to watch you fuck her.”
“What? What’s been going through that pretty head of yours?” Bad, bad girl. She never ceased to surprise him.
“Mmm. I don’t know. I woke up thinking about it this morning. I had a dream about it. Actually, I don’t know which was hotter – watching you fuck her or watching you fuck him.”
Ramsay started to laugh. “Pervert. You’re so horny right now, you don’t even know what you’re saying.”
“I’d love to watch two guys fuck in real life.”
He pressed his lips together and arched a brow. “I’m not into guys, Saya.”
She closed her eyes and put up a hand. “Shh. You’re ruining my happy thoughts.”
“Don’t you shush me.” He swatted her ass. “As for Winter, what makes you think she’d want me, or that Mack would share? How do you know she’s into girls?”
“It’s my fantasy. In my fantasies everyone cooperates with what I want. Except for in some of my fantasies about you.” She averted her gaze and blushed, and he wondered if she had new ones about him that she hadn’t told him yet. “Besides, everyone wants you. It probably wouldn’t take much to convince Mack that he wanted you, even if he’s totally straight.”
This had to be a phase, but the Saya and Winter thing was hot, even if it never went anywhere. The bedside clock said he had ten minutes to finish getting ready for work. Ramsay slid out from under Saya’s head and rolled to his feet. Before he searched for a shirt, he opened their toy drawer and dug through it until he found what he wanted, buried under almost everything else.
“Not the butt plug, please Master?”
“If you want to complain, I could buy a vibrating plug and call you with instructions to turn it on or off all day.” He mock-glared at Saya and she sighed.
“Whatever pleases you, Master.” She knelt on the bed and put her hands behind her head, on display, accepting whatever her fate would be. There were no dance students today, since one had called in sick and the other was too shy to come without her partner.
He turned his back so she couldn’t see what he was doing then used the tiny key that hung around his neck to undo the lock that was a joke between them. The one that he put through the hole of one of the plug-in prongs on the Hitachi vibe, so that it was impossible to plug in. She’d never use it without permission anyway, but this was funnier.
Ramsay turned back to Saya, and tossed the toy in front of her. Her eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t move to pick it up. Ramsay rarely allowed her to touch herself, let alone use the vibe, unsupervised.
“You’re to use this today. Five separate times, until you come. Think about the dream you had every time, and we’ll see if you’ve gotten it out of your system by the time I get home.”
“Five times is going to make me sore, Sir.” Her eyes were pleading, but she knew better than to ask for leniency.
“Yes. That would be part of the plan.”
*
“Can you sing?” Mack set his guitar in the stand, his dark brown eyes keen and narrowed. A small smile curved his lips, as though he was pleased but cautious. His black hair stuck out oddly in all directions, making him look either slightly unhinged, or like he just rolled out of bed. From the way Winter kept looking at the guy, Ramsay guessed both.
Jamming with them had gone better than Ramsay had imagined. They were good, unlike several other bands he’d met since he and Saya had moved here. It was obvious they took their music seriously and weren’t just fucking around hoping to get famous without putting in the effort. There was no gimmick with them.
“I can croak.” He laughed, his voice rough from being quiet for so long. “I can’t even do that for more than a few minutes.”
“Were you in a fight?” Winter asked, her gaze directed at the scar on his neck.
“Nothing that cool. I clotheslined myself on a chain riding my dirt bike when I was fourteen. It took a fucking dog’s age before I could talk again.” He smiled at her.
Again, instead of smiling back or simpering at him – or even dropping her gaze – she just stared back at him, nonplussed. Trying to flirt with her was going absolutely nowhere and it was both frustrating and refreshing.
These two were kinky, he was sure, but their dynamic was a mystery to him. Winter either wasn’t submissive or she was immune to him. Mack didn’t have a Dom vibe to him at all, and Winter didn’t act subby around him. Mack didn’t defer to her either. Despite that, sinister came off of Mack even during a regular conversation about music. Ramsay watched Saya around him, and although the two rarely spoke, he could tell that she found Mack scary and exciting.
He tried to be okay with Winter’s disinterest in him, but disappointing his princess by not even trying didn’t sit well. Besides, Winter was sexy as hell. With her white hair and pale blue eyes, she was like the Ice Queen. And she had a good figure, although she was a bit on the skinny side for his taste. Ramsay had a hard time considering anyone as perfect as Saya, though. But watching them together would be... Better not think about that. Not right then, at least.
They moved to the living room to relax. The few shots of vodka they’d done started to make him mellow. He sat on the love seat and Saya looked to him for direction. With a flick of his fingers, he indicated that she could choose, and with a small smile she knelt next to his feet and leaned her head against his knee. Automatically, he slid his hand into her hair, toying with her perfect curls and tugging subtly at her public collar. She shivered.
“You don’t let her up on the furniture?” Winter wasn’t looking at Ramsay, though. Her pale eyes were trained on Saya, seeming to miss none of their nonverbals.
“She doesn’t like sitting on furniture if she has a choice. Around vanillas she’ll do it, just so people don’t get creeped out.” He pulled gently on one of Saya’s curls and she sighed and leaned into him harder.
Winter’s face lit up in a grin that was completely unexpected. Beautiful. “We know that feeling. I have a lot of trouble even having a vanilla discussion. Not that small talk was ever my thing.”
“I got that about you.” He chuckled. Mack had settled back into the couch across from Ramsay, and Winter sat next to him, but the two weren’t touching. Ramsay got the impression that she didn’t want to appear weak, like she needed support from Mack.
Mack poured out another round of shots, and they knocked them back. Winter looked completely unaffected. Only Saya wasn’t drinking. The farmhouse was too far from town to take a taxi back, and Saya wanted a good fuck bad enough to forgo drinking, so that she could drive them back home. She was way too loud to have sex under someone else’s roof.
Winter watched him and Saya with the cold calculation of a scientist studying a strange new insect. Her attitude – her aloofness – made Ramsay a little horny. Mentally, he growled at Saya for putting the idea in his head. It was fucked up, but how much would it take to make her submit and enjoy it? Would it even be possible with a woman like her?
He knew, now that they were adults, that his immature teenaged dominance had picked up on Saya’s innate submissiveness. It had been such an easy match from the start. At first he’d been vaguely bossy with her, but she’d loved it and slowly she’d handed her control over to him before he really knew what to do with it. They’d grown into the D/s together so there’d never been a power struggle. He’d considered himself lucky, compared to the countless Doms he’d been friends with in California, who were still struggling to keep their subs in check. He’d got Saya early and had trained her into doing what he liked. There were no bad habits taught to her by former Doms. Their relationship was effortless, other than trying not to spoil her.
Winter, on the other hand, would be a challenge, and Saya wanted him to answer it. That was, if there was an off chance that she and Mack were interested. Now that the idea was there...
Mack’s eyes were slits and he was watching Ramsay watching Winter. He was starting to look buzzed. “I bet I could take you.”
“In a fight? Am I pissing you off, Mack?” He chuckled. Jealous, maybe?
Winter looked slightly amused, but not worried. “Don’t mind him. He likes wrestling, and he gets like this when he’s drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, woman.”
“Yes, dear.”
“Women don’t understand how it is. That’s all.” Mack continued. “If you don’t know who can kick whose ass, there’s no pecking order. It’s chaos.”
“So you want to wrestle me to figure out who the band’s alpha is?” Ramsay asked, with a snort. “I’ve been in several bands and I’ve never seen it settled like that.”
“No, no,” Mack frowned, waving vaguely. “I just mean socially.”
“So you want to wrestle to figure out whether you can respect me?”
“Yup.”
Saya gave Ramsay a sly look. She’d love nothing better than to watch. Maybe a simple wrestling match would sate her pervy soul. He tangled his hand tighter in her hair and tipped her head back for a rough kiss.
“Fine,” he said to both of them.
Winter sighed, but got to her feet and moved the coffee table out of the way. Ramsay pulled Saya up and coaxed her onto the couch. She tucked her feet up under her and he brushed his lips against her ear.
“This is for you, princess. This is all you’re getting, so make sure you pay attention.”
When he drew back, her eyes were shining. “Yes, Master.”
He crossed the room to Winter and took the bottle of vodka from her, drank from it and handed it back.
She rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous. Why are men like this? Saya, do you have the slightest urge to wrestle me to find out who’s queen bitch?”
Ramsay glanced over his shoulder in time to see Saya turning bright red.
She ducked her head. “I know I’m not. I don’t need proof.”
When he turned back to Winter, her gaze was traveling over Saya with interest. Ramsay could imagine them kissing and, between all of the booze and the sexual tension in the room, his cock refused to stay down. It was pressing irritably against his underwear, and he was glad he’d thought of wearing them, since he generally didn’t bother.
It was a bad scene when a man’s own cock wouldn’t obey him.
Without warning, a body barreled into him, knocking him off his feet and into the couch. Saya squeaked and he watched to make sure she moved farther away.
“I take it we’re starting.” He grunted and pushed Mack away onto the floor. Ramsay jumped on the smaller man in an attempt to pin him, but Mack was stronger than he looked.
“You kept talking. I figured you were stalling.” Mack chuckled and got hold of one of Ramsay’s wrists and wrenched it behind his back. Ramsay pivoted and wrapped his legs around Mack’s torso then fought to grab his arms. The other man bucked and heaved, managing to wriggle free. Mack stood and stripped off his shirt, flushed from the exercise. Ramsay took his off too – there was no use in giving him extra handholds.
“Holy shit,” Winter whispered, barely audible over their harsh breathing.
Saya giggled. “I know. He doesn’t even work out. It’s a crime. The two of them are completely different kinds of hot.”
“We should oil them up and sell tickets.” Winter crossed the room and sat next to Saya on the couch.
“You do realize that taking off our shirts doesn’t mean we suddenly can’t hear you, right?” Mack smirked.
Following Mack’s earlier lead, Ramsay took him down unexpectedly and they started rolling around on the floor, grappling again. This went on for quite a while, with Ramsay getting several pins on Mack, then Mack squirming free.
They were alternating between laughing, grunting, swearing. Sweat mingled. Mack’s face was too close a few times. His lean muscles slid under Ramsay’s hands as the thinner man tried to escape. Ramsay hadn’t done anything as asinine as wrestling a guy since he’d been in middle school. Why had this seemed like a good idea?
Starting off drunk, horny and with two hot girls egging them on was crossing his wires. The need for rough sex was getting distracting. He needed to put a halt to this now, before it got any weirder – but how to stop without losing?
He had Mack pinned again. The smaller man was getting tired and panted beneath him.
“Are you done?” Ramsay growled, angry at how this was making him feel.
Mack’s eyes hazed and his lips parted, reminding Ramsay of the look Saya got when she submitted to him. And was that Mack’s cock hard against his own leg? It was the booze, right? It was just because they’d had too much to drink, and the girls were here and...
His captive came alive again, struggling in a last-ditch effort to not lose. Mack craned his neck and bit Ramsay’s chest, hard. Pain shot through him and hit his groin like a jolt of electricity.
Fuck!
He cuffed the side of Mack’s head and when his teeth let go of his flesh, Ramsay bit his shoulder in retaliation. Mack cried out, and the noise caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. He pulled back and looked down at Mack’s face. He was panting, a look of naked desire in his eyes. No man had the right to look so beautiful. For a desperate moment Ramsay fought the urge to kiss him violently – to show him once and for all who the bitch was.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He detached himself from the other man and stood, holding up a staying hand. “That’s enough.”
Mack levered himself up on one elbow and watched him, his face bright red either from exertion, embarrassment or both. “I shouldn’t have bit you. I don’t know why I did that. Sorry.”
“It was fuck all.” In his jeans, Ramsay’s cock was throbbing at an uncomfortable angle. He wished he could readjust without drawing attention to his condition.
The kitchen. He strode into the next room, straightened out his idiot cock, and grabbed a glass from the drying rack. It was soothing and normal to pour himself water from the faucet. He drained the glass and put it down on the counter.
Someone came up behind him. Saya, coming to see how he was, no doubt. He drew a breath and turned just as the person slammed into him, knocking him against the counter. Damn it – the guy just didn’t give up. Adrenaline sang through him. The little bastard needed to learn some fucking respect. He wrestled Mack down into a kneeling position then forced his forehead to the floor – his own body covering Mack’s and his hard-on pressed against his ass. Mack grunted and tried to get free, but Ramsay had both wrists pinned behind his back, shoving them upward.
“This stops now,” he growled low to Mack, hoping the girls didn’t hear it. “If you come at me again I’m going to make you suck my dick. Do you understand me, you little bitch?”
Beneath him Mack shuddered and went still. Ramsay dry humped the guy’s ass a few times then let him go. They both got to their feet and stood there awkwardly for a moment.
“You win,” Mack whispered, pushing his hair out of his eyes. The purple teeth marks on his shoulder stood out in sharp contrast to his very white skin. He was trembling. “I think I need a drink. You?”
The last thing Ramsay wanted was a drink. He just needed to fuck someone hard. Grabbing Saya and running for the door was just going to make this weirder. They’d clicked so well when they were jamming that he didn’t want to lose that hope over this...weirdness. All he could do was pretend this never happened.
There was, however, this niggling feeling he had that if he touched Mack right now, things would get naked fast.
“Make mine a double.”