Chapter Nine
They’d kicked ass. Luther and Law had come to the green room at the end of the show and shaken their hands, and seemed stoked when they finally agreed to play in the big show the next night. The Kink Monsters were even better in front of an audience, they’d said. Tactfully, the guys made no mention of what they’d walked in on earlier in the evening.
The whole thing had been fucking amazing, but even so it was nice to be chilling out on the couch at home. Mack and Ramsay were having a couple of beers to celebrate, and were scheming about band stuff, but Winter’d pulled Saya down beside her when she’d sat down, and the girl had stayed. Now Saya was snuggled into the crook of her arm, the scent of the girl’s hair product and dried sweat mingling, which reminded Winter of messing around in the green room.
“I need a shower,” Saya murmured. “But I don’t want to get up.”
“Don’t get up. We can wallow in our own filth for now.” Winter wasn’t about to let her go.
“I think all of us need showers.” Ramsay scratched at his scalp, his normally perfect and smooth blond hair still tangled from their performance.
“I doubt we’d all fit.” Mack smirked and raised a brow at Winter. “You could always share with Saya though. I wouldn’t mind. I’ll be your shampoo caddy.”
“And I’ll supervise to make sure you both wash thoroughly.” Ramsay turned to exchange a look with Mack, who grinned back.
Winter slid out from under Saya and drew the other girl to her feet. “You want to take a shower with me? We’ll keep it PG, just to drive them crazy.”
Saya’s gaze slid from hers and the girl looked at the floor. “Master might tell me to do things to you.”
“You can’t unless I say it’s okay.”
“True.” Saya played with a lock of her own hair. “I’m not skinny like you, though. Mack might be sorry he wanted to watch.”
Mack snorted.
Winter smiled reassuringly then grabbed Saya’s chin and raised it when she realized the girl wasn’t going to see her smile if she was studying the floor. “Oh, he’ll like what he sees, believe me. We practically had you naked backstage, anyway.”
She led Saya upstairs to the more interesting bathroom that contained the old claw-footed tub and had more space for men to stand around gawking. Normally guys getting off on watching girls together kind of annoyed her, but having Mack interested was hot, and Ramsay – well, she couldn’t complain about him watching if he was letting her make out with his girlfriend. Still, the whole putting on a show thing was creepy.
When she’d taken out the good towels and turned on the water, she turned back to Saya. The girl was standing by the vanity, biting her lip and gazing out the window into the darkness. Surprisingly, the men both seemed like they were feeling similarly self-conscious. Apparently they weren’t as sure what to do when they were only supposed to be watching. In porn, situations like this never seemed so awkward.
“Come here.” She beckoned to Saya and the girl came to her without hesitation. Maybe she just needed someone to take charge, since Ramsay was holding up the wall by the door, rather than directing.
Winter wound her hands into Saya’s hair and pulled her close, brushing her lips over her cheekbones, then down her nose, over her eyelids. Saya sighed and leaned into her, the tension fading from her body. When she got to her lips, Saya initiated a kiss that was sweet and gentle and held an intimacy Winter wasn’t expecting. It wasn’t a kiss that spoke of lust, it was more emotionally invested than that.
Shit, was Saya getting attached? Winter knew she was the first girl to kiss her, but they didn’t know each other well enough for that kind of emotional connection yet, did they?
Winter pulled away, trying to make it seem like she was busy unlacing Saya’s dress, but really she needed to assess what was going on in the girl’s head before she allowed any more of those kinds of kisses from her.
When the laces were loose enough, Winter helped shimmy it off over her head. Saya’s hands flew to cover her breasts and she clenched her thighs together tightly.
“None of that now. Let me see how pretty you are,” Winter cajoled. “Move your hands.”
Saya wiggled her hands in place, but didn’t drop them to her sides. Her eyes were bright and she was trying to suppress a grin.
Winter barked a laugh. “Bratty girl. Get in the shower and get started – unless you want to help me get undressed?”
“No!” Saya stepped into the shower and pulled the transparent curtain closed, as though it would protect her modesty.
While the boys were busy gawking at Saya, Winter stripped fast and got in too.
Showering didn’t take long, considering the most that happened was they washed each other’s backs while the guys watched like the pervs they were. Not that Winter hadn’t been tempted to do more. The cascade of water skimming Saya’s luscious curves made Winter regret ever having promised to behave herself.
When they were done, they dried off and dressed in oversized band t-shirts from Winter’s closet while Ramsay showered. Later, Mack came down to the living room after his turn, looking irritable. Both he and Ramsay had opted for the jeans and no shirt look. Winter thoroughly approved of the eye candy.
“What’s wrong?” Winter smiled at him sympathetically, having her suspicions, but she wasn’t about to get up to comfort him. Saya was curled against her again, after having been sent there by Ramsay.
“I had warm water for two minutes then it was ice cold.”
“See? I told you that you should have shared with Master. He’s very helpful in the shower.” Saya’s eyes gleamed with mischief.
Ramsay raised his brows. “You’re in a bratty mood tonight, princess. Which reminds me – didn’t you call me a jerk earlier?”
The girl melted into Winter’s side more firmly and Winter couldn’t help but put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
“Yes, Master, but there were extenuating circumstances.”
“Well, now that we’re all here, we can deal with this and get it over with.”
“Now? Please no, Master. Not in front of Mack and Winter.”
“If you didn’t want to be punished in front of an audience, you shouldn’t have sassed me in front of one. Center of the room now. Strip.”
She heaved a sigh and untangled herself from Winter’s arm. “Again? Haven’t you seen me naked often enough for one night?”
“No,” Winter said, then laughed because the guys had said it simultaneously.
Saya got to her feet and moved to the middle of the room. “But I’m sleepy. It’s late. Isn’t everyone too tired for this right now?”
“I’m feeling surprisingly alert.” Mack grinned.
Winter shook her head. “Nope, not sleepy.”
Ramsay’s low chuckle rumbled through the room. “What kind of Dom would I be if I left things like this unfinished? You wouldn’t sleep well knowing you were getting punished in the morning. We’ll deal with this and then I’ll fuck you hard. You’ll sleep like a baby.”
“Waking up screaming every five minutes?” Winter grimaced, thinking of Cross’s kids. “I hope not.”
Ramsay’s expression turned serious and he got to his feet. “You’ve been a bad girl, Saya. I’m going to punish you because apparently you need to be reminded to mind your manners. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She drew the shirt off over her head, sullen but obedient.
Mack snuck past them and sat next to Winter on the couch, just as Ramsay unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. The sound made Winter shudder, but Saya only whimpered.
“Fuck,” Mack muttered under his breath, shifting in his seat. Winter glanced at him. His gaze was trained on Saya’s anxious, upset expression. Poor bastard. She grabbed his crotch only to find him already rock hard.
“She doesn’t like pain.” Winter whispered in his ear.
“I know. It’s so fucking hot. I’m such a bastard.”
She unzipped Mack’s jeans and slid her hand inside them, then played with his cock. Rather than complain, he shifted to make it less awkward for her to do.
Ramsay turned Saya until she was facing away from them. “Grab your ankles.”
The girl folded in half and did as she was told, which put her ass on display. She kept her legs tightly together, not that it helped hide anything.
Her Dom paced around her. “Do you think it was appropriate to call me a name?”
“No, Master. I was joking though. I –”
“Did I ask for your excuses?”
“No, Master. Sorry.”
“Sassing me is bad enough, but doing it in front of people is worse. Your behavior reflects on me, so if you’re a bad girl, people think I haven’t taught you the difference between right and wrong. Do I deserve to have people think poorly of me?”
“No, Master.” Her voice quivered and she sniffled. “You’re a good Master. I’m just a bad girl.”
Warmth gathered between Winter’s legs. The anticipation of watching Saya being hurt wasn’t hot, but the interaction between them – the way she acquiesced to his demands and did as she was told – for some reason that was turning her on. It was hard to tell whether the idea of dominating her, or watching her reactions to being dominated were hotter, but in the moment it didn’t really matter. She took a firmer hold of Mack’s dick and he grunted then mumbled something that sounded dirty, but she didn’t hear exactly what he’d said.
Ramsay adjusted his grip on the belt and brushed the tip of it over Saya’s ass. Mack’s cock strained in Winter’s grip. He watched with the eagerness some guys reserved for the Superbowl.
The first blow was light enough that it would have bored Winter, but Saya shrieked and straightened up, grabbing onto her ass. Ramsay ordered her back into position.
“Please not so hard, Master. It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt. That’s how you learn to be a good girl.”
Mack swore, but so quietly only Winter heard him.
The next four blows came fast and by the end Saya was screaming and crying. Ramsay gathered her up into his arms and carried her to the couch, where he sat next to Mack. Saya’s back was to them, and Ramsay stroked her, holding her close and crooning to her.
“I’m sorry, Saya mine. It had to be done.”
“I’ll be good now. I’m sorry, Master, I’ll be good.”
“I know you will.”
He wiped her face with his hand and kissed her forehead, then held her until her tears turned into little hiccups and her breathing had slowed.
Winter couldn’t imagine accepting that kind of humiliation from someone, let alone craving it. To be treated like a child who didn’t know right from wrong? To not even be allowed to call your boyfriend a name when you were joking around – or even when you were pissed? No wonder she wasn’t interested in D/s.
She was a headstrong woman. Compared to Ramsay’s little submissive, Winter was a Dom’s worst nightmare. After all of that, Saya had seemed embarrassed, but not humiliated. Not out for blood, like she would have been. It wasn’t something Winter could wrap her head around.
Watching Saya being disciplined was hot. But why? By the time Ramsay was finished, Winter and Mack were both ready to fuck. Meanwhile, Ramsay looked like a man who had simply seen a task completed to his satisfaction.
Maybe they were all just different brands of pervert.
When Saya was calm, Ramsay rearranged her so that she was partially draped over the arm of the couch, giving them an uninterrupted view of the pink stripes on her ass.
“She’s barely red.” Mack observed. “She screamed like a banshee.”
“Your estimation of what most girls can take might be a little off.” Ramsay ran his fingers over the small welts on Saya’s ass and she squealed and tried to cringe away. “Touch her. She needs to remember this lesson.”
Mack reached across Ramsay’s lap and traced a finger over the welts, which made Saya shiver. Her breath caught and her body became tense and vigilant.
“Did getting punished make you wet, Saya?” Mack clawed the tips of his fingers down her welts and Winter groaned.
Ramsay dipped his fingers between her legs and made a noise reminiscent of a masculine purr. “She hates pain but loves being reminded of her place. I also suspect she likes the added attention from you and Winter.”
“Please use me, Master,” Saya whimpered.
“Right here, in front of these nice people? You don’t think they’ll be shocked?”
Mack stopped touching Saya and slid his hand up the inside of Winter’s thigh. “We’ll probably barely notice you if I’m fucking Winter at the same time.”
The glare Winter directed at him was meant to be convincing. “What makes you think I’m willing?”
Mack wriggled a finger up inside her and Winter gasped, forgetting to keep up her pretense of disinterest.
“You like getting off too much to turn me down, especially after the evening we just had.” The gleam in his eye dared her to deny it as he finger fucked her and rubbed his thumb over her clit.
Damn, she was close already. She let her eyes fall shut and let him do what he wanted. His hands knew her too well, and just as she was about to go over the edge, he stopped.
“No!” she protested.
Mack grabbed her oversized t-shirt and tugged it off, but by then she didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw. He shucked off his jeans and tossed them aside as though he wasn’t shy, but the tension around his eyes and the fact that he was avoiding looking at Ramsay said differently. Unceremoniously, he pulled her ass to the edge of the couch and knelt between her legs, on the floor. His first thrust into her stole her breath, and goosebumps crawled up her body and through her hair. He held himself still within her, all the way to the hilt, reminding her how he barely fit.
In a moment of self-consciousness, she glanced over at Saya and Ramsay. He now had Saya facing him, straddling his lap and he was thrusting up into her, controlling her movements with an unforgiving grip on her thighs. How had she not heard Saya’s moans? They were all almost touching. The girl’s gaze met hers. Ramsay noticed and grabbed Saya by the back of the hair and pushed her face toward Winter’s.
“Kiss her.” He growled. “Make it good.”
Okay, so maybe that part of dominance was slightly hot.
Winter wasn’t sure which one of them he was bossing around, but she wasn’t about to complain. Saya nipped tentatively at Winter’s bottom lip and then gasped when Ramsay thrust hard. The women kissed, their lips and tongues teasing.
Saya cried out first, loud until Winter muffled her screams with a deep kiss. The sound of Saya’s pleasure, the feel of it vibrating in her mouth, the hardness of Mack thrusting into her, the awareness that the guys were getting off on watching them kiss, the frustration of the evening – Winter held back as long as she could, but the tension built too fast and swept away her control. She came hard, feeling small and desperate under the pounding Mack was giving her. Viciously, he twisted one of her nipples, the unexpected pain magnifying her pleasure and making her screech.
Like dominos, the men lost control, their curses guttural and raw.
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