Chapter Six
The doumbek rhythm that his hands pounded out came from somewhere deep inside, primal in a way he never managed to draw from modern drums. The connection between the skin and his hands was more intimate than anything he could ever broadcast through a stick.
Saya danced for him, the thong and hipscarf a far cry from anything she’d ever wear on stage or while she was teaching. Real dance was far more modest than what he preferred she wore when they were alone.
Breasts swaying and hips rolling to his song, she improvised her way along, graceful arms never belying the fact that neither of them knew where the music was going or when it would stop. At times he’d change tempo, just to see how Saya would handle it, but she always managed to make it look good.
This was precisely why they didn’t have much furniture in the living room. That and the fact that she preferred sitting on the floor if she wasn’t on his lap.
After a long while he sped up and she began to spin, spotting to keep him in sight as much as possible. When she was almost to him, he thumped the drum one last time and she fell to his feet in deep obeisance.
“That was lovely, princess.”
“Thank you, Master.” With her forehead to the floor, her words came somewhat muffled.
Ramsay laid aside the doumbek and saw she was struggling to contain her anticipation. Usually after her dancing pleased him, he rewarded her. Was he getting so predictable?
“Bring me the plug and the lube.”
She gasped and gazed up at him. “Noo. Please, Master? I’ll do anything you want.”
“Of course you will. Now go.” At the stern words she rose and went to the bedroom, sulking.
The small plug was a recent purchase and Saya had been completely horrified when he’d brought it home. Although they’d never discussed it as a limit, it just wasn’t something they’d ever done. She was so shy about that area of her body that, to be kind, he’d never pushed her. It had been a whim when he was at the sex shop in Felix looking for a new toy for Saya, but her agitation when she’d seen it and all of the questions she’d had about it made him think she was more interested than she’d ever told him. So it had been sitting in the drawer, silently mocking her.
When Saya came back, her hands were behind her and her cast-down gaze and pink cheeks made him more confident. She was painfully embarrassed and loving every minute of it.
She stopped before him and he slowly unknotted the scarlet hip scarf then let it drop to the floor with a crash of its small coins.
“Look at me. You don’t have permission to look away.”
Her anxious, mortified expression turned his moderate arousal into steel-hard interest. The scrap of matching underwear was drawn down next, and a fearful moan escaped her.
“Are you scared, Saya?”
“Yes, Master.” Her lip quivered and he stroked his hands over her naked flesh.
“Good. I won’t hurt you. If anything is too uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”
Saya’s head bobbed jerkily – she trusted him, he knew. This simply wasn’t something they’d done.
“You’re not going to –” She swallowed and looked like she couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence.
He let the moment drag on, enjoying her uncertainty. “Fuck your ass? I will, but not just yet. We have to train your body to accept me first.”
Another whimper escaped her. “O...okay. You’re too big though, Master. I don’t think it’ll ever fit. In there.” She blushed painfully and it amused him that she was still holding the items behind her, as though he’d forget.
“You let me be the judge of that. If I want to defile your ass, you say what?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, struggling not to drop her gaze.
He held out his hand.
The items were handed over with a reluctance that would make passive resistance demonstrators look eager by comparison. He put them on the table at his elbow.
“You’ll let me do this because it pleases you to please me. Right?”
“Yes, it does, Master. Even when it’s disgusting and dirty and makes me want to run away and hide.”
“It’s not disgusting. You used to feel that way about swallowing. You’ll get used to this idea too. Do you think other slave girls get away with dictating which holes their masters can use?” He raised a brow at her.
“No, Master,” she said, grudgingly.
“I spoil you. I know how you feel about this, but it’s been years now. Don’t you think I’ve been very patient with you?”
She bit her lips together. “I just thought you weren’t interested, Master. I didn’t know you were denying yourself something you wanted. If I would have known, I would have tried to be more pleasing.”
“I know, princess. You’re a good girl. You’ll do this for me.”
Her nod came with a few tears, which she wiped away with her palm.
“Come sit on my lap for a minute.” He opened his arms and she clambered up in his lap, the big chair easily accommodating them both. Petting her hair and rubbing her back calmed her after a few minutes, and she relaxed. He hooked a foot under the edge of the stool, dragging it over in front of the chair.
He turned her until she was facing away from him then put his feet up on the ottoman. Although she balked, he parted her legs to straddle his, and pushed her down until her forehead was resting on his shins. To make sure she was comfortable, he pulled her feet up to rest under his arms, so that she was belly down on his legs, with hers parted around him. When he leaned back, she was completely open to his gaze. She squeaked and tried to shield herself from his eyes with her hands.
One smack on the ass stilled her. “Hang onto my ankles and stay put.”
“But please, Master. I don’t want to. Lying on your legs like this is too embarrassing!”
“‘I don’t want to’ isn’t your safeword.”
Saya stiffened. He’d given her a safeword, years ago, which she resented. She didn’t want that kind of veto power in their relationship, but he insisted that it was necessary. That being said, he knew there was no way she’d use it unless she was being seriously injured.
But she always had the option.
Without another word, she got his ankles in a death grip. All her muscles were locked and tense.
He stroked the back of her legs, her ass, her lower back in broad strokes, then with only his fingertips. Instead of relaxing her, though, moisture beaded on her sex. Unable to resist, he drew a finger along her slit. She moaned and wriggled, inching her way back in an effort to capture his finger.
“Is this what you want?” Ramsay thrust a finger into her pussy, then a second. How could she still be so tight, considering how often they fucked?
She grunted at the sudden invasion, then almost purred as her body adjusted. Her clit trapped between two fingers of his other hand, he squeezed and rubbed it until her body grew taut with imminent release. Every so often he’d pause, stalling her orgasm and letting her arousal spiral higher.
Just as her body clamped down, rippling around his fingers, he brushed his thumb over the sensitive skin around her other hole. She froze, whimpered. He did it again and she exploded.
“No! No, please!” She was coming and couldn’t stop even though she didn’t like what he was doing. Didn’t want to like it.
He pulled his fingers out of her, using those ones to play with her clit. Grabbing the lube he squeezed some directly into the crevice of her ass, then threw the tube back on the table.
“Please, Master! No!” Her orgasm wasn’t subsiding, and she squirmed and moaned piteously but didn’t try to get away.
Ignoring her pleas, Ramsay coated his index finger in lube and pressed the tip against her tight hole. She was begging him to stop, but there was no mention of her safeword, so he let the desperate sounds feed into his excitement rather than spoil it.
“Relax your muscles. Push out,” he barked, swatting her thigh with the hand that had been stroking her clit.
Saya settled, and when he tried again her body slowly admitted his finger up to the first knuckle.
“It’s too big! It’s too big!” she complained.
“No it isn’t. Quit being a baby.” Playing with her clit changed her plaintive noises to moans. He pulled his finger out and gathered more lube, then pressed in again. The second time, her body received him a bit more easily, and he slowly fucked her ass with his finger until he got to the second knuckle.
“It hurts!”
He stopped. “It hurts? Honestly?”
She stayed very still and seemed to think about it for a moment. “Well it doesn’t hurt. It’s just uncomfortable and it feels –”
Ramsay moved his finger again, slowly, and she gasped.
“Is this mine?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do I own this?”
“Yes.” She groaned.
“Say it.”
When she failed to comply, he pinched her clit hard.
Saya screamed as another orgasm wracked her. She clawed at his legs, not really coherent enough to know what she was doing. His cock throbbed, aching for relief.
Sometimes being the Dom was both a power trip and the worst possible torture.
While she was centered on her orgasm, he slid his finger in the rest of the way into her ass. Her babbling made no sense, but the gist was she wanted him to stop and the orgasm was too intense. When he tried to coax a second finger into her, there was too much resistance. Admittedly, his fingers were huge.
Her ass was so tight he wondered how he’d ever manage to fit, even with taking the time to loosen her up. Getting his dick into her pussy the first time had been challenge enough. Patience was going to be key, and it sure as hell wasn’t happening right then.
Instead, he withdrew his finger again, picked up the plug then lubed it up. It was slightly bigger than his finger – he’d try, and if she couldn’t take it, maybe they’d wait for another day. While playing with her clit, he worked the plug into her ass. The fascination of watching her body take it, inch by inch, almost set him off. Gritting his teeth, he fucked her with the plug until it was all the way in and she came again.
By the time he was done, she was a whimpering, wrung-out mess. He grabbed her under the arms, kicked the ottoman out of the way, and put her down between his feet. It only took a moment to free his throbbing cock from his track pants, and guide it into her mouth. She was barely with it, but in that moment his need took over and he didn’t care if she wasn’t totally aware of what was going on.
Like the good girl she was, Saya latched onto his cock, sucking the way he’d trained her. Mouth and tongue, suction and the vibrations from her moans. Pressure built, barely reined in. He thought of the plug in her ass, of her taking it to please him, and didn’t last long. He lost control of himself far sooner than he wanted to. Stars burst behind his eyes and he came hard, thrusting deep and hitting the back of her throat. She choked on his flood, gagging and gasping for breath as he controlled her head with a handful of hair.
When she’d cleaned him off, he pulled her into his lap, cuddled her for a moment then carried her into the bathroom. He set her on the edge of the tub, chuckling when the base of the plug meeting the hard surface made her hiss. It was short work to start the bath, and he gathered some towels while they waited.
“Master?” she wheedled. “I feel all dirty. Can I please take the plug out before we get in the bath?”
“You don’t like my present?” He worked at looking stern, but she was so obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable that it was difficult.
“You’re laughing at me, Master.” The pout that punctuated that accusation was adorable. “It’s...responsible of you to push my boundaries, but I really don’t like this.”
All he had to do was stare at her and she was a desperate little puddle of girl.
“I don’t, Master.”
Ramsay tweaked one of her still-hard nipples and gave her a skeptical look. “This isn’t about your pleasure, slave, it’s about mine. Besides, just because you’re embarrassed by something doesn’t mean you don’t like it. I know you better than that.” He pulled her to her feet and leaned her over with her hands braced on the tub. “You came so many times just now, I know your body loves this even if your mind is having a hard time accepting it.”
Grabbing the base of the plug, he fucked her with it, then slowly started pulling it out. She was panting and horny all over again. “Your ass is mine, like the rest of you. It’ll get used to this in time, and it won’t seem so dirty and wrong to do. If this is what I want, you’ll allow it. Understood?”
She was panting, her pussy slick. “Yes, Master.”
“And you’d better get used to it soon. After your body learns to take me there, maybe I’ll get Mack to fuck your pussy at the same time.”
“No!” she moaned. “No, I’ll die! Please, Master, no!”
His cock was half hard again and, as he pulled the plug all the way out of her ass, he was very temped to lube himself up and see how far he could get. The idea of defiling her with Mack and Winter involved was heady. How could she still be so innocent and easily surprised by his twisted lust?
He left her there, wondering and turned on. It didn’t take long to wash off the plug and set it to dry by the bed, then he went back into the bathroom and turned off the tub’s faucet. Saya hadn’t moved a muscle, but she was shaking.
Ramsay stepped into the tub and pulled her in on top of him, cradling her in his arms.
“I had the urge to try to fuck your sweet little ass while you were draped so provocatively over the tub.” He’d placed her there, but there was no reason not to blame her.
“I’m sorry you found it difficult to resist me, Master. I didn’t mean to tempt you.”
“You always tempt me, bad girl.” His arms tightened around her and she sighed and burrowed into him.
“You got come and lube in my hair.” She sniffed.
“Yes, you were very messy.”
“Me!” With mock indignity, she struggled to get out of his embrace.
“Yes. You need to swallow faster.”
She glared up at him, her mouth opened in shocked outrage. “You tried to drown me. I’m only one girl.”
“Are you saying you need help?”
The grin she gave him was mischievous. “Maybe Winter or Mack could help me suck your cock. All three of us, maybe?”
A visual popped into his head and even though he wanted Mack out of that picture, the idea of forcing him there, the girls licking and sucking whatever Mack wasn’t able to reach had his cock prodding Saya’s backside.
“No, Saya. I don’t like him that way. Stop telling me your fantasies.”
“I wonder if he’d whine and squirm when you fucked his ass?” she mused. “I’d bet he could take you easier than I could.”
Ramsay shifted beneath her, trying to keep the idea out of his head to no avail. Mack was a guy. He wasn’t into guys. A mental image formed of having the other man helpless and pinned to the floor while he thrust mercilessly into his ass, Mack’s cock hard and desperate for attention. Winter moving in to try to help hold her boyfriend down, or suck his dick. Saya touching Winter. The orgy montage reeled through his mind.
So the girl wanted to be a little brat and make him hot again? She could suffer the consequences. He pulled her up and shoved her over the edge of the tub. As she screeched and fought, he got to his knees and angled himself to ram into her cunt.
There was a loud noise. He paused, confused for a moment.
“The phone,” she said helpfully, giggling.
He grunted, debating whether to let it go to voicemail. At the moment, though, he didn’t feel very in control of himself, and if he wasn’t careful he’d hurt her. Besides, there was something really wrong with the idea of working off the sexual frustration he had from thinking about banging another dude. It wasn’t that he was homophobic, it’s just that he wasn’t gay. Or bi. Or...whatever.
Swearing, he lurched up and stepped out of the bath then grabbed a towel – half to dry himself off, and half to cover the boner that jutted straight out from his body. No hiding that. He’d explain to Saya that it was just from being naked in the tub with her, but it sounded like a lame excuse even in his head. Maybe he needed counseling to figure out what the fuck was going on with him, although he couldn’t imagine admitting to anyone else what was on his mind.
He got to the phone on the last ring, and picked up without checking the number.
“Hello?” Watch it be a telemarketer.
“Ram? It’s Bronwyn.”
His sister? Surprise. He rarely heard from her. Deciding this might be a long conversation, he wrapped the towel around his waist and slumped back onto the couch. They didn’t have the kind of relationship where he could tell her it was a bad time and to call back later.
“Hey, Bronwyn. What’s up?”
There was a pause. “That hurts. Why does something have to be up for me to call my only sibling? I can’t just call to chat?”
He chuckled. “Are we going to do lunch and go shopping together every Saturday from now on?”
“Shut up. Fine, I need a hand. Jeremy and I split up a few weeks ago and he fucked off to Florida to live with his new girl. I have no one to watch the baby for me, and my boss wants me to go to Tuscany with him on a business trip. It would be really good for my career, but between work and the baby and Jer, I don’t really have friends that I can leave him with.” Bronwyn was a few years older than him, and was some sort of business woman now. She’d fallen into the job backward, starting in the mailroom with only a high school education and working her way up. He hoped not on her back.
Ramsay groaned, not trying to hide it from his sister. “I told you that jackass was no good when you two hooked up. I’m sorry I was right, though.”
She laughed. “I know. I remember. But you know me, I like the dangerous ones, even if I know I’m going to get burned. But what about Spider, can you watch him?”
Spider. Who named their kid Spider, anyway? “Bron, I don’t even really know your kid, other than sending him presents for Christmas and his birthday. He’s going to flip out, isn’t he?”
“He’s not really a baby anymore. He’s almost four. Spider’s good. You’ll barely know he’s there.”
Really? A three-year-old who was that quiet? If it was true, it was kind of sad. Ramsay frowned at the phone, as though his expression would get through to her. “What about preschool? And I have to work – I can’t get much time off.”
“I won’t be gone long. A week – two, tops. Maybe Uncle Donny can help watch him, or your girlfriend?”
“Let me talk it over with Saya. When would you bring him by?”
“I’d fly him out to you in a month. I’ll give you more details when I know for sure.”
Ramsay looked around the room. Where would they set up a bed for him? How was a man to keep up with Saya’s sexual needs with someone’s kid hanging around? Parents managed, somehow, but their own evenings were usually eaten up by sex and playing at Mack’s place. Now that they were starting to play gigs, it was no time to blow off practice.
But this was his nephew, even if they’d never met.
Family was family.
The wait while Bronwyn fangirled about her boss was awkward. If they weren’t sexually involved or if that wasn’t his sister’s dearest wish, Ramsay would be surprised. It was how she used to talk about Jeremy and his band.
When she actually stopped to breathe, he butted in. “If I say no, what happens to the kid?”
“Well, I’m not sure. I was thinking of offering our neighbor some cash to watch him. She’s got a few kids, so she knows what she’s doing.”
“A stranger? You’re going to leave him with a stranger for two weeks?”
Her laugh was dismissive. “Kids are resilient. After I come back, in a couple of months he won’t remember I went anywhere. What other choice do I have?”
“Don’t go.”
“Seriously?” Her tone was nonplussed. “If I was a man looking to advance my career, you’d be encouraging me, not telling me to stay home and pretend I’m the mom from a Betty Crocker commercial.”
“No, as a single parent, I’d be telling you that your kid needed you at home, not going to Europe in an oh-so-noble quest to bang your boss.”
“Fuck off, Ramsay. You always think you know everything. You don’t even know what it’s like to be a parent, so don’t judge me.”
“You’re right. I don’t know what it’s like. I’m aware that I’m too irresponsible and selfish to be a parent, so I’ve gone out of my way to make sure I don’t knock anyone up.”
He could almost hear the line crackle with all the words she would have liked to sling back at him. They’d never gotten along well, and had little to no contact after they’d moved out of their mom’s. How she’d found his number was a mystery.
“I’m going whether you watch him or not,” she said quietly. “If you don’t want to help out that’s fine. I just thought it might be a good chance for him to spend some time with a guy that isn’t a complete asshole, and that you might have been interested in getting to know him.”
Two weeks. That wasn’t that long, right?
A sigh escaped him. “Fine. I’ll do it. If I mess him up though, I’m not paying for his therapy.”
“Yay! Thanks, Ramsay! If you ever have a kid, I’ll watch it for you sometime.”
He snorted. “Yeah, not going to happen.”
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