Chapter Ten
“I think I got rope burn on my dick.” Ramsay grumbled, grasping his soreness through his jeans.
“Either quit fapping or let me drive.” Mack smirked.
“Fuck off. This is your fault, with your crazy dungeon trap set-up.”
“It wasn’t fun having them at your mercy for a little while?”
“Mmm. Yeah.” He pulled the truck out of the driveway and took the highway toward downtown Cobalt Harbor.
Their girls were in the back seat, still cuddled together like clean, fluffy kittens. Watching them make out in the shower, kissing, touching, was one of the most sensual things he’d ever had the pleasure to watch. His cock remembered it all too well, and tried to rise to the occasion again, but he cleared that thought from his mind. He was chafed enough already.
One sub. That had been the meaning of his life. His world had been the two of them. How had he let this happen? Sure Saya had pushed for it, but wasn’t he the one in charge? The one who was supposed to decide what was good for them? Now he had three obsessions instead of one. The other two would never overshadow his Saya, but they were in his head now. They had become his people. Even if they had simply stayed friends, they’d gotten so close so fast that he hadn’t had a chance to make rules to keep them at arm’s length. And, honestly, if he’d been in the market for other relationships, he never would have chosen them.
He flicked a glance at the rear-view mirror and caught a glimpse of Winter’s profile. Stubborn. The woman refused to let him be himself around her. It was obvious that she thought he was pushy and overbearing, but it wasn’t like he was an ass on purpose. Sure, there had been parents and teachers who had tried to teach him political correctness when he was a kid. When he saw something he wanted, he went for it. Things like rules only applied to people who didn’t want things badly enough. As he’d gotten older, his bossiness had become more subtle, but he rarely gave up on getting what he wanted.
Winter didn’t seem to give a fuck. Over the past few weeks, he’d tried all of the snake oil he had to get Saya the fantasy she wanted. It hadn’t amounted to anything until he’d dropped the subtlety and let Winter see him for what he was. Polite, attentive Ramsay had been a joke to her. She didn’t have the same reaction to him when he allowed his dominant side take over. Then she wanted him, but she held him hostage at the same time. He had gotten a taste of power, but she wouldn’t let him have all of it.
Sexy, cold bitch.
She was everything her name and hair suggested. The Ice Queen. When it came to kink and sex, though, all of those walls fell and she was more responsive and sensual than he ever would have believed, no matter what Mack had told him. Guys bragged about their women, if they loved them, but in this situation Mack hadn’t exaggerated at all.
This interest in Winter wasn’t just about Saya anymore, and that scared him. He wanted Winter, himself. Wanted to take her and bend her to his will and make her come at his command. He could see her fight against the submission he inspired in her. There was a challenge in getting her to admit she craved the dominance she spurned. Her body knew him, wanted him, and his control, even if her brain kept shorting out her submissive impulses.
Under her fuck-you attitude and the clothing armor she wore, Winter was good people. Snarky, but not mean. Funny. Smart. If this wasn’t a temporary fling, he could see keeping her as a submissive alongside Saya, if that was what his Saya wanted.
What Saya wanted always came first. He guided their relationship but her needs and desires were his primary consideration.
But Winter was Mack’s.
Ramsay tried not to look at him, but finally flicked a glance his way, pretending he was checking out the scenery. It was pretty country here, but the arch of Mack’s brow and the curve of his lips were far more distracting.
His cock had been in that mouth.
When Mack was around, he forgot about what should be undesirable to a straight guy. Instead he’d abdicated responsibility, and let the raw dominance that Mack inspired in him take over, even though it was confusing and made him twitchy when he thought about it afterward. One of his married buddies at work made jokes about being so desperate for a blowjob that he’d take one from anyone. Jack shrugged and said “head’s head” so often, that it had become one of the inside jokes at the garage.
Could he use that as a justification though, even in his own mind? He got all the blowjobs he could possibly want from Saya, and it wouldn’t be long before he got Winter cooperating. Maybe. He didn’t need that from anyone else, let alone a guy. He could try to believe that he was being coerced, but it wasn’t true. As for Mack, it seemed like he was trying to keep his reactions to him subtle, but there were times when the sexual tension between them buzzed so insistently it was impossible to disregard.
Last night he’d had a vivid dream about fucking Mack’s ass while pumping his cock in his fist. It had been so real. Weird, but it felt so good he couldn’t stop himself. Dream-Mack had kept his forehead to the floor to show his submission, and power had surged through Ramsay, making him feel like an indestructible giant.
Then he’d woken with an aching erection only to find himself alone in bed with Mack.
For a moment, the dream world and reality had overlapped. Mack was asleep on his stomach, his face turned toward Ramsay. The sheet had slipped sideways when one of the girls had gotten out of bed and the curve of Mack’s tight ass had drawn him. Ramsay’s cock was still hard. The sub was available. Ramsay wasn’t used to denying himself much, in that respect. He had sat up and leaned toward Mack, reached out to pull his legs further apart, then realized what he was doing. Real Mack and Dream Mack weren’t the same, but part of Ramsay knew that Mack would probably let him anyway. Had Mack even been fucked in the ass before? Ramsay tried to be disinterested, but instead his brain started searching the room for lube.
That’s when he jumped out of bed and yanked his jeans on, tucking his cock – suddenly like a stranger to him – away. He hadn’t precisely run from the room, but he was sure it hadn’t been dignified.
Then to find the girls making out on the couch... Half desperation and half jealousy had been a difficult thing to manage in his hyper-aroused state. Horny and aggressive hadn’t been the best way to approach things with Winter. He should have taken things more slowly, but the damage had been done. Between Winter and her boyfriend, they’d flipped his world on its ear. If the band wasn’t so good together, he’d take Saya and move them back to California, far away from temptation.
Instead they were going to the store where Winter worked to shop for stage clothes for Saya.
The silence in the car had stretched for far too many miles. The girls were dozing together in the back seat, but Mack was awake and staring out the window. Was he thinking about the same things? Probably.
Ramsay cast around for something safe to talk about. They’d fucked each other’s women and he’d had his dick in the guy’s mouth more often than he’d care to admit. Talking shouldn’t be this difficult.
They were almost in town by the time he thought of something. “Are you wearing some sort of get-up for the gig tonight? It works for Saya, but there’s no way I’m wearing a costume. I don’t want to be known as that kind of musician.”
Mack gave a surprised laugh. “No latex body suit?”
Ramsay raised his brows and looked at Mack, unimpressed.
Mack ignored him and went on. “Cross has all sorts of things. If you’re not looking for a leather and chain chest harness or PVC chaps, he has t-shirts and shit like that. If there’s nothing you like just wear something you’ve got. Jeans and no shirt works just fine for you.”
“Uh...thanks?” What was he supposed to say to that? Maybe he’d meant it innocently, but the tension was there again, hissing between them like water on a grill. Ignoring it seemed to be the easiest thing to do. Refraining from dragging Mack into another back alley sometime this afternoon was going to be difficult. Tonight, they had to share the green room with the other bands, so they’d all have to behave. Hopefully Saya could sing without being wound up.
Ramsay parked the car not far from the coffee shop where they’d first met. Winter’s shop was across the street.
When the engine shut off, the backseat denizens stirred and looked around blearily. They both had sex hair. Saya noticed Winter’s and smiled, then tried to comb it down with her fingers.
“Come on. I think Steph is working today.” Winter gave Saya a lingering kiss and her eyes held promise for mischief to come. Ramsay had always hated shopping, but this had the potential to be interesting.
The bell rang as they entered. The shop was tidy and held a huge assortment of punk, goth and fetish clothes. There was no difficulty in picturing Winter there, working. For that matter, he saw a shirt and a belt that he’d seen duplicates of on her before. They looked way better on her than on the mannequin. Winter was a scrawny thing, but what she lacked in soft curves, she made up for with presence and attitude.
Winter talked to a heavily pierced girl behind the counter for a few minutes then beckoned for Saya to follow. Moving around the store with a comfort that spoke of hours of stocking the merchandise, she pulled outfits off the racks and pushed them into Saya’s arms.
There was a stirring at his elbow and Mack was there.
“Are you getting the giggling girl sleepover vibe from this or is it just me?” Mack murmured.
“If this is Winter giggling, I’d hate to see her on a mission.”
The bell rang behind them and Mack turned and backed up to make room. Two guys came in, one big as a house, the other built more like Mack – both covered in tats. They scanned the room for a moment and when they saw Mack they went over to him, clasped hands, and greeted him warmly.
“Mack, you crazy fuck! Where the hell has Winter been keeping you?” The hulk slapped Mack on the shoulder, grinning.
“Other than the show we played last night, I haven’t left the house much lately.”
“I read your last update online when I was up with Emmanuel the other night. Excellent illustration. I can’t wait to see how Rime gets out of this one.”
“I’d rather have another demonstration of how Rigg gets her tied like that.” The other guy laughed. “Then I need you to show me how to do the same with two girls instead of one.”
“Me too.”
“No problem. You both caught on pretty fast the last time.” Mack smiled leaned back on the display case, looking as though he’d hung out with these two a million times. “Cross, Malachi, this is our drummer, Ramsay.”
“You finally found one that’ll work, huh? I was starting to think that you’d be the only metal band I’ve heard of with no drums. Nice to meet you, Ramsay,” Cross said.
Malachi inclined his head too.
“Cobalt Harbor sucks ass for drummers.” Winter nodded at them from across the room. “If these two hadn’t moved into town, we might have had to start looking in Felix.”
“Hard to practice when people have evil day jobs and have to drive so far,” Malachi agreed.
“Winter! Is your day job evil?”
“Only when I’m here, Cross. I take the evil with me when I go home.” She raised her hand in a vague wave and towed Saya toward the changing room.
“I can attest to that.” Mack chuckled.
Cross leaned back on the counter beside Mack and, for a crazy moment, Ramsay was annoyed. Both of these guys reeked of dominance, and were acting very familiar. And if this Cross guy was up late with someone called Emmanuel, that left some questions open. If they were close to Mack, had one or both of them been interested in him in the past?
Had Mack slept with them?
Was it any of his damn business? It’s not like he’d even given the guy any indication that he was interested other than bossing him around a little this morning. Wait... Mack had told him that he and Winter hadn’t played with anyone else while they’d been dating. But watching him talk to these two made him feel...proprietorial.
“Ramsay, we need your opinion,” Winter called from the changing room area.
Reluctantly he went, fighting a disturbing urge to assert his claim on Mack – to mark him – before he walked away.
At the other end of the store, Winter was waiting, holding one of the fitting room doors slightly ajar.
“Where is she? If she can’t even leave the changing room, chances are she won’t want to wear it on stage.”
“It’s a surprise. Duh. Ready?”
Duh? What he wouldn’t give to turn her over his knee and teach her some respect. Winter and Mack were out of control. If he was going to keep them, he’d have to get them to start toeing the line.
Keep them? Like they were stray cats? He seriously needed some time away from them so he could talk to Saya.
Winter yanked the door open and his submissive stood there in a frothy pink Lolita dress, looking like dessert. Her skin just above the bodice was blotchy and there was one distinct bite mark between her neck and shoulder.
“Have you been playing, Saya?”
The girl’s gaze dropped to her matching pink Mary Janes.
“I was playing with her for a sec. Was I not supposed to?”
He looked at Winter and raised a brow. “I guess I didn’t say you couldn’t. Are you both suffering now?”
“Yes, Master.” Saya pouted.
Winter glared at him and waved him away. “There’s one more you should see.”
“I have to leave and you’re staying in here with her?”
“This is a store, not a pay-by-the-hour motel. I’m just going to help her change, unlike some Doms I know.”
“Like you only helped her change a few minutes ago?”
“We won’t do more than that. We’re both too sore.”
He opened his mouth to prompt her to say “Sir” but realized he was jumping the gun there. A lot.
They stared at each other for ages. He’d touched her, fucked her, but she was still keeping him at arm’s length.
Ramsay inched closer but she held her ground, not retreating into the changing room with Saya, who watched, looking amused. He wasn’t sure what Saya was expecting him to do, but she was anticipating a show.
“Trouble?” Mack’s voice so close to his ear made his balls tighten.
“Aren’t they always?”
Mack’s eyebrow quirked. “I’m more than willing to punish them for you, Ramsay. Say the word and I can make them very sorry girls.”
“You’re so fucking creepy, Mack.” Winter shook her head in mock disapproval.
“You like me creepy.” He winked.
“You guys need any help?” Another voice came from behind them. Cross. He was laughing. “Winter, did I ever tell you about the time I caught Q and Sabrina making out in one of the changing rooms?”
“Oh, like you, Gemma and Izzy never have?”
The wicked gleam in his eye was enough of an answer.
“Store owner’s prerogative,” Malachi said from the counter and shrugged. “We’ve christened the tattoo shop a few times, my girls and I.”
“What a coincidence.” Cross smirked.
“Cross, you bastard, have you fucked Gemma in my shop?”
“Yes, but I own the building, right, so technically...”
Malachi swore and started to laugh, then tried to get Cross in a headlock, which resulted in him hanging awkwardly from his neck.
“Do you two need some alone time?” Winter asked sweetly. “We can take off, if you want to lock up and go at it.”
“Fuck off, my dear,” Malachi said affectionately. “I get enough sex. The last thing I need is to screw this ugly bastard.”
“Gemma and Izzy told me that I’m pretty and you’re just jealous,” Cross asserted.
“Yes, you’re lovely. When you’re a famous supermodel, you’d better not forget the little people.”
“Little? These nice folks don’t need to hear about the size of your dick.”
“I’ll show you the size of my dick, up close and personal.”
“Hang on while I grab my microscope and tweezers.”
Ramsay watched the exchange, amused, but overwhelmed by the dynamics. He knew a few other Doms from when they lived in Cali, but he wasn’t used to chumming around with them like this. Most of his adult life had been he and Saya alone, focused on each other.
“Is this for your gig tonight, Winter?” Cross asked.
“Yup. We had Saya in a little white dress last night, but she needs something new.”
“I might have the perfect thing. Just came in this morning.” He looked Saya up and down with a professional eye and went into the back.
“We should send her out in pigtails tonight,” Mack mused.
“Like I don’t get enough creepy propositions without them?” Saya smoothed the hem of the pink dress.
It was true. The way the audience had looked at her the night before had made Ramsay want to shove her behind him so he could protect her. They’d all joked about dressing her up for shows while they’d spent weeks practicing, but she’d come to him on her own and insisted they do it. Anything to help the band get a leg up, including exploiting herself. Music had never been her passion the way dance was, but she knew how important this was to him. Saya was just that kind of girl.
When Cross returned, he was shaking out a short red cape with a hood.
Winter’s evil laugh when she saw it had Ramsay reaching for his wallet.
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