Chapter Thirteen
Winter had been watching out the front window for them, on and off, for an hour. It was a weird, uncomfortable feeling, being excited to see people. The waiting sucked, but it wasn’t as bad as wondering when they’d get there and hoping they wouldn’t have to cancel because of the kid.
It had been a long week. Without Saya and Ramsay around, she and Mack had plenty of time alone together – time she would have paid for not long ago, when the others had started encroaching on their date nights. Now it felt weird to be just the two of them all the time.
Sure she had a small infatuation with Saya, and a tiny crush on Ramsay, jerk that he was, but that could end at any point and she’d be fine with it, right? The idea that maybe she’d be less content with Mack after this thing with them ended twisted in her stomach. He’d been her purposely tiny universe for a long time. She’d cut her family out of her life almost entirely, bloodsuckers that they were. A few people had made overtures of friendship and she’d warded them off. These two, though, they’d snuck in and now the concept of going without them made life seem too quiet.
Not that Mack was boring in the slightest, but how could one person compete with three?
Finally she’d spotted dust down the road.
“They’re here?” Mack laughed.
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been hanging around the window like a lovesick teenager. I was starting to worry that you’d be making an emo mixed tape if they didn’t show up.”
“Fuck off, Mack.”
He came over to stand next to her at the window and slid an arm around her waist. “I love you, Winter. Even if you’re currently obsessed with Saya, I know you love me, too.”
“This coming from the guy currently obsessed with Saya’s boyfriend. Very big of you to give me space like that.”
Lips brushed the back of her neck as she watched the SUV pull into the driveway from the safety of the mostly opaque curtains. “No one hurts you like I do, and no one will suffer for me like you do. Forgive me for feeling mostly secure in our relationship. There is very little chance, in my mind, that you and Saya will run off together and leave Ramsay and me behind.”
“True. But how do you know I won’t go running off with Ramsay?” She looked up at him. His arched brow said he didn’t believe it for a second.
“The two of you are oil and water. Even if you could give in and submit to him, he won’t hurt you the way you like. And you argue too much. Can you picture the two of you living alone together? You’d be begging me to take you back within a week.”
“Begging?” she drawled. “Un-fucking-likely.”
“Okay. You’d just move back in and tell me to move the fuck out if I had any objection. You could let a man dream a little, though. It doesn’t cost you anything.”
“Letting you dream means crushing it later. Better to nip it in the bud.”
“Nip you in the butt? Sure! Don’t say I’m not accommodating.”
She backed away from him, feeling the unwelcome grin take over. He was making crazy, creepy faces and stalking toward her, like a black-and-white movie monster, hands up in front of him and curled into claws.
“Screw off, jerk!” she hollered, trying not to giggle. Giggling went against her personal rules. No silly, girlish levity. People didn’t take you seriously if you were a giggler.
He advanced, teeth snapping, looking like a doofus zombie.
“If you so much as lay a tooth on me right now, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”
“You don’t think Ramsay will agree to cuddle with me?”
The knock at the front door saved her ass from the zombie attack.
She let Mack answer the door, afraid she’d look excited to see them. A week apart had been difficult, even though Saya had found a few excuses to text her, and even a reason to call. It wasn’t the same as seeing her. Of course she could have called there too, but she didn’t want to interrupt their time with their nephew. Looking eager also wouldn’t do.
The four of them trailed into the living room, Ramsay’s index finger being clutched purple by the child.
“Mack, Winter, this is our nephew, Spider. Spider, these are our friends Mack and Winter.” Ramsay’s formality with such a small child was ridiculous, but cute.
“Hey, Spidey! Nice to meet you.” Mack stuck out his fist and the boy bumped it with his own. “So, are you secretly a superhero?”
The boy laughed. “No! I’m three. Superheroes are more tall.”
Mack looked to Winter and gestured at the boy. “The man has a point.”
“Hello, small child. Just to be clear, I don’t change diapers.” It was the most civil thing she could think to say. Usually she told kids not to talk to her or she’d sell them to the circus.
“I don’t wear diapers.” He snickered then pointed to her piercings. “Why do you have all those things in your face?”
The other three adults sputtered, but she gestured them to leave him be rather than correct him.
“Because I like them.”
“Oh. That’s good. People must be scared to talk to you sometimes.”
“I like it when people are too scared to talk to me.”
“Then it was a good idea to get them. Do you like my shoes? Uncle Ramsay got them for me. Look! When I bang my feet they light up!” He hopped up and down and the shoes flashed hard enough to give her a migraine. “They’re purple, they light up, and they have butterflies. Have you ever seen such cool shoes?”
His enthusiasm was startling. Intense kid. As long as he wasn’t whiny, he might be tolerable. It was only for another week, anyway.
“I don’t think I have.”
“Why don’t they make light-up shoes for adults? They’re missing an entire market.” Mack took a sip of his soda. “Can I get you guys anything?”
“Not...just yet.”
Mack reddened and Winter smirked. Had Ramsay actually said something suggestive? What could they do with the kid around, anyway?
They decided to get down to practicing right away. Saya fiddled with Spider’s headphones until she was satisfied they were blocking a good part of the noise, and settled him with some books and coloring.
Once the music started, Spider didn’t sit long. It started with him getting up and moving to the music, a three-year-old’s interpretive dance. The speed of the music made his movements exaggerated and frenetic. A few times he instinctively started banging his head, shaggy blond hair like a wild halo. In pauses between songs, when they were discussing technical things, he would take Saya by the hand and lead her around, asking her what things were. He climbed onto Ramsay’s lap and beat on the drums under his uncle’s direction.
Winter watched how they were with him, her stomach feeling like she’d eaten rocks. Breeders. They’d hooked up with breeders. She’d never pegged them that way before, but sooner or later they were going to have children, and that was going to fuck up everything Winter wanted in life.
So the question was, end things now or wait until it happened?
The band had started off on the right foot, but when they started popping out kids, that would be the end of trying to get anywhere.
Fuck the band, though. Where did that leave her? The feelings she had for them weren’t just about music and lust. She genuinely liked them. They were fun to be around and accepted her as she was. And Saya was so sweet, so hot, so docile.
She realized she was staring at her when Saya’s gaze dropped to her shoes. From some of the subtle body language and comments she’d picked up on, the girl obviously wanted to play, but they couldn’t do anything with the tiny chaperone in the room.
“Ramsay, would you mind if I talked to Saya in the other room for a minute? Girl talk.”
Mack guffawed. “Like you’ve ever engaged in girl talk in your life. You’re going to have to think of a better line than that.”
“It’ll do for now.” Ramsay smirked. “You have five minutes, then we have to talk shop. If I have to go in there to interrupt, you won’t like what happens.”
“Or maybe she would.” Saya laughed. She let Winter take her hand and lead her up to the bedroom.
Five minutes. What could they do in five minutes?
As soon as Saya shut the door behind her, Winter backed her against it.
“Do you know how hard it is to behave around you?” She kissed Saya hard and pressed her to the door with her body.
Saya whimpered, but opened her mouth, allowing Winter to do whatever she wanted. Winter explored her mouth for a moment, then took a step back and whipped off Saya’s t-shirt. She unhooked Saya’s bra one-handed and slid it down her arms. The girl’s breasts sprang free and Winter attacked them with licks and bites, then nipped her way back up to her neck. They kissed again and Winter tugged at Saya’s nipples until she was whining and rubbing against the thigh she’d pressed between her legs. Saya skimmed her hands up under the back of Winter’s shirt and she scratched a set of long, burning furrows with her nails. Winter moaned, the pain making her groin ache.
“We need to stop,” Saya panted. “I need to talk to you.”
Winter unzipped the girl’s jeans and thrust a hand inside her panties, burrowing down until she found wetness and heat. She rubbed moisture around Saya’s labia and pressed a finger up into her. Hot. Wet. Really tight.
With a small cry, Saya grabbed onto her upper arms, trying to keep her balance. “There’s a...mmm!”
Hips bucked against Winter’s hand, and one of her fingers nudged against something hard further back. Butt plug. Winter let out a low, evil chuckle.
“No, don’t touch it. It’s huge and uncomfortable,” Saya whined.
Winter shoved Saya’s jeans and panties down to her knees, then slid a finger back into her pussy, fucking her with likely the only thing that would fit in there right then. Her other hand snuck around to the girl’s bottom. She grabbed one globe of her ass, then smacked it hard. Her questing fingers sought out the plug, then she tapped the base of it, making it vibrate a little.
“No, Winter! Please!”
Her internal muscles clutched at Winter’s finger as she tried to clench on the plug to keep it still.
“Silicone?”
“Stainless.”
“Ooh, he’s mean.” She grasped the base with her fingertips and wiggled it, then tugged on it until it started come out. Before it came out very far, Winter pushed it back in, then fucked her with it.
Saya leaned her head on Winter’s shoulder, gurgling and sobbing while she was toyed with.
The doorknob rattled, and when the door wouldn’t open, someone knocked.
“Time’s up.” Ramsay’s rough voice sent shivers through Winter. She wouldn’t put it past the fucker to kick the door down.
Slowly, she withdrew her finger, making sure to get her a little crazier. She slid Saya’s underwear and jeans back up and zipped them for her, then patted her ass, right on the base of the plug.
“Coming! Are you a good girl for me, Saya?”
“Yes, Winter.” She sniffled.
“Will you let me do whatever I want?”
“Yes.”
Power coursed through her and Winter was painfully tempted to ignore Ramsay’s time limit. Torturing Saya until Ramsay popped the door off its hinges or jimmied the lock would be excruciatingly enjoyable. Even when he did make it into the room, what could he do to punish her? She wasn’t his to punish.
But playing with his sub was contingent on her playing by his rules.
“Fucking cocksucking son-of-a-bitch,” Winter muttered. Saya wasn’t just his anymore, but Winter’s authority only stretched so far. For now.
Saya stood on her toes and kissed the corner of her mouth, trying to draw her back into making out. Apparently, she was ready to disobey her Master to get more attention from Winter.
“Be good. We have to go talk to the boys.”
“I don’t want boys right now. I want you.” Saya’s eyes were warm and deep. Winter became mired in them, unable to escape. Not for the first time, she wished she had a cock so she could fuck her violently against the door.
Winter groaned and tipped her head back, searching for self control. “Out! You heard your Master. Time’s up.”
Saya pouted, but grabbed the door handle. “Yes, Mistress.”
Oh fuck.
Unable to stop herself, Winter kissed her again, with all the passion and violence she inspired.
She pulled away. “Get! Before I do something you’ll be sorry for later.”
Saya opened the door and there stood Ramsay, looking like punishment was high on his priority list.
“When Spider is asleep, you’re both in for it.”
“I’m sorry, Master. It was hard to stop.” Saya’s eyes were beseeching, but he didn’t seem moved.
“I’m not sorry. You’re lucky I stopped at all.” Winter smirked at him.
His hand caught her hair in a painful grip.
Oh shit.
Winter tried to pry his hand free, but it only made him tighten his fist. The pain made her gasp. She was already ridiculously horny, and this wasn’t helping her calm down.
“Saya, dear, could you and Mack put the boy to bed? Winter and I need to have a little discussion.
The menace in his words made her even hornier. He dragged her through the hall and down the back stairs. When he came to the dungeon door she tried to backpedal, but Ramsay, annoyed, ignored her silent protest.
“I’m not having sex with you with that kid in the house,” she growled at him.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Monster.”
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he flipped on the light, then pulled her up as tall as he could force her to with the grip on her hair. Even at her tallest he looked down at her as though she was a toy.
The outrage in his eyes cowed her. “You borrowed my sub and didn’t follow the rules. When I called you on it, you disrespected me to my face, right in front of her. That’s not the kind of relationship that’s going to make sharing her work, Winter. If you want to borrow her, don’t be a bitch about it.”
“She’s mine now too, Ramsay, and you’re not my Dom. I don’t have to do what you say.”
His lips came down hard on hers, and she tried to wriggle away. Kissing this jackass was so far down on her priority list it didn’t even get a number. When she tried to fight him off he got bossy.
“Kiss me back or I’ll make you regret it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Suit yourself.” He wrestled her over to the mattress and sat, dragging her over his lap. One handed, he unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down below her ass. She fought him, and almost got away a few times, but he pinned her. His hand stroked over her bare ass and her safeword was begging to get out.
Safeword? Seriously? Mack pierced her, cut her, tasted her blood, and she was about to give this asshat the satisfaction of making her safeword? Like hell!
“If you’re going to be in a relationship with us, Winter, this is how it’s going to be. You can play with Saya when you have my permission. You will stop when I say so.”
She growled. “Who made you the Grand fucking Pooh-Bah? I don’t make you ask me for permission when you play with Mack, and he’s my partner. You aren’t giving me the same respect.”
“Two things. I can do this and you can’t. If you can put me over your knee and spank me, we’ll reassess the pecking order. The other thing is that Saya is my slave. You and Mack have free will, for the most part. I don’t have to ask permission from another Dom. I just need to step up and take control of the situation.”
“Just because Mack and Saya submit to you, doesn’t mean I will. I know it throws a crimp into your plans, but I’m not a submissive.”
“I think that’s only because you refuse to let yourself go. I think you’re chickenshit.”
She tried to squirm enough to get her jeans back up, but his big paw of a hand blocked their upward progress. With his fingers now so close to her core, she tried not to move too much. If he couldn’t feel the heat radiating from her there, he was an idiot.
As if he could read her mind, he traced the seam of her sex with his fingertip.
Don’t move.
“You’re awfully wet for a girl that doesn’t like being spanked.”
“No one has ever had the gall.” Aw, fuck. Her and her big mouth. “I’m horny because of what I did to Saya. Don’t you even want to know what I did?”
“Oh, she’ll give me the graphic details later. She always does.” He sounded amused. “So no one has ever spanked you, huh? I’m hardly surprised, considering your attitude problem, but it’s such a shame. You have such pretty white skin and when Mack was hitting you the other day it marked up very nicely.”
The interest in his voice was making her hotter, and was tempting her to let this play out despite her better judgement. Time to put a stop to it before it went too far. “I’m not into being treated like a child. Let me up or I’ll punch you in the nuts.”
“No. You’re going to pay the price for not honoring our agreement and for disrespecting me in front of Saya. I think I’m being fair.”
“You’re doing this because you’ve been aching to since you realized I’m not a pushover like Mack and Saya.”
“Wrong. I’ve been aching to do it since the first time I saw your ass.” The caress of his large hand over her skin was almost too much to bear. She did her best not to give him any indication of interest but it was getting almost impossible.
He raised his hand off her and she automatically tensed.
“If your body fights this it will hurt more.”
“Fuck you.”
Pain bloomed under where his hand landed. Hot stinging. It didn’t feel the same as a belt or a cane. It was more...intimate. She forced down a shiver, focusing on how ridiculous she probably looked – a grown woman over a man’s lap.
“Look at that,” he whispered, tracing the burning spot with his finger. “I could get addicted to this.”
“Mack won’t be happy if you ruin his canvas.”
“If Mack doesn’t like what I do, he and I can have a little discussion. He usually sees things my way.”
Mental note: Mack wouldn’t save her.
Several more swats rained down, then he started in earnest. She struggled against him, fighting it, but he held her down until she yielded. Her body was lost, but she tried to keep him out of her head. His hands, his voice, knocked past that wall as though it was of no consequence. He lectured her until she understood why she was a bad girl. Her ass was on fire and he was never going to stop. Will slipped away. She sank under the onslaught of pain, letting him do his worst. Tears dripped off the end of her nose, but she didn’t bother wiping them away.
His thighs shifted under her belly and hips. He was saying something but it was too far away to make any sense.
Cold concrete was under her knees, his hand lifting her chin. A thumb rubbed across her lips, and she let it into her mouth and touched it with her tongue.
“I like that tongue ring,” he growled.
He had her by the back of the hair. Coaxed her mouth open wider. Jammed his dick in. She sucked. He stood in front of her, controlling her head with his hands tangled in her hair, fucking her mouth and murmuring things to her – things she didn’t hear but went deep and took root.
She was His, empty, waiting to be filled.
He pulled out of her mouth and she accepted it. Like a doll he moved her, positioning her the way he wanted. Chest down, back curved, ass in the air. Cold and exposed until he was over her, coaxing himself in, filling her. She whimpered. So full. Strong hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her in position as he rammed in. Her toes curled, but he pummeled at the spot deep inside her until she was shrieking. A hand clamped over her mouth, but her throat was already raw. The blood howled in her ears – insides clenched on him, rippling, grasping. Coming. She couldn’t stop. Helpless, at his mercy, she gave him everything. He didn’t hesitate in taking it.
*
They were around her, keeping her warm. Hands stroked skin. Saya was lying on top of her, mouth gentle against her own, a man on either side of them. She had come out of it enough to watch Mack fuck Saya from behind. They’d watched Ramsay take her. It had been Mack’s hand on her mouth. If she hadn’t been so sated, she would have wanted more.
Being at the center of the pile made her feel as though they were keeping her grounded. Her mind kept wanting to float away.
She hadn’t given her submission freely. She’d been mugged. Part of her wanted to rebel, to reject the state he’d brought her to. The rest of her had to admit that Ramsay had seen something she’d wanted to keep buried. He’d dug for it. Her submission hadn’t been hard to access after all, it had just needed someone she cared about who knew what he was doing.
“How did you know?” Mack was playing with her hair, his arm draped over Saya to reach her.
“I could see it in her, she just didn’t want it seen.” His lips pressed against the end of Winter’s eyebrow. His voice lowered to a whisper. “You let me in – not just into your body, but into your head. Are you going to keep pushing me away or are you done with that?”
He’d taken what he wanted, but by the time it had finally happened, she’d wanted it just as bad. She’d been fighting him and his effect on her so long. Trying to resist was tiring, and she couldn’t figure out why she’d been fighting her own submission. Being a sub had always seemed undignified, but if Mack and Saya were strong enough to handle it, maybe she was too. Only her pride had been holding her back.
“I think I’m done with that, but I’m not sure. Ask me when I remember how to move.”
“I’m not going to get ‘Sir’ from you?” he teased gently.
She eyed him slyly. “You’ll have to work harder if that’s what you’re aiming for.”
“Oh really?”
The light in his eyes gave her pause, considering her nether regions were aching from his use.
“Sorry. Today I’ll be good. I’m too sore to be bratty right now.”
His chuckle warmed her. “I’m pretty sure that switches make the worst subs. I should have thought of that ahead of time.”
“I’m a masochist, not a switch. I don’t want to domme you.”
“No, but you’ve got Saya under your thumb at this point. You don’t have to switch with the same person to be a switch.”
“Can I say something, Master?”
“Go ahead, Saya. I think it’s safe.”
“Well –” She traced Winter’s face with her soft fingertips, and it felt so good that Winter was pretty sure she’d do anything to get her not to stop. “What are we to you?”
“I don’t know.” Was this a trick question? She wasn’t thinking very fast.
“Would it be silly for me to ask that we stay...you know...exclusive, at least for now?”
Winter smiled up at her, toyed with a lock of Saya’s hair then tucked it behind her ear. “You want me to be faithful to the three of you?”
“Uh huh.” Saya leaned in and kissed her again. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just can’t be in a relationship with someone that isn’t committed.”
Winter moved her mouth against Saya’s, reveling in the softness.
“I had no plans of looking for more partners. The three of you are more than I can handle. I agree, for now.”
“For now?”
“Well –” Winter tried to gather her thoughts well enough to have such a serious discussion. Her throbbing bits were still commanding part of her attention. “I’m good with our arrangement for now. Ramsay and I still need to iron out some details, but I think we’ll manage. When circumstances change, though, we’ll have to reassess. There are certain things that are relationship deal breakers for me, and they’re hard limits.”
“Like?”
“Drugs, excessive drinking, cheating, breeding, for starters.”
“Breeding?”
“I’m not interested in parenting. Never have been. I know you two are planning on having children at some point, and I’m not interested in being a significant other in that relationship. Mack and I went into our relationship with the same rules.”
Saya stared at her for a moment, aghast. “So eventually we’ll have to decide between you and having children?” Her eyes shone, but no tears came. “I do want babies some day, but I’m not ready to walk away from this right now.”
“So this arrangement is fun and exclusive, but temporary. Does anyone have other stipulations they’d like to add?”
A tinny rumble filled the room.
“What on earth is that?” Winter tried to crane her neck, but she was pinned.
“Spider.” Saya laughed. “We can hear him through the baby monitor. He’s snoring.”