Chapter Fifteen #2
One order from Sir, and he’d turned into the kind of drooling, perverted sadist that writers made villains of in movies.
He loved Saya. There was no order that could make him forget that. Right?
The fear she displayed for him was green and lush, the new fear of a non-masochist who didn’t want the pain he could inflict. A strong urge to run his tongue up the back of her neck and whisper threats in her ear almost undid him, but he buried it, saving it for another time and the other girl.
“Don’t forget to breathe through it,” Winter whispered, trying to capture Saya’s gaze with her own.
“No.” Ramsay grabbed Saya’s chin and turned her head so that she was looking at him. “You look at me when I’m having you punished. Winter, you think about the fact that your influence over her has made this happen. Encouraging each other to keep things from me will never end well. For any of you.”
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Mack asked, nervous. If he got carried away and fucked this up, Ramsay would never forgive him. “Maybe it would be better if you did it. Saya isn’t like Winter and I’m afraid... I...”
Ramsay’s hand circled the back of Mack’s neck, gentle but firm. “Mack, you’ve got this. I trust you to do what needs to be done without getting carried away.” He kissed Mack’s mouth tenderly. “You love her. I know you do. You wouldn’t give her more than she could handle, even if I ordered you to. Watch her. Measure her reactions. We’ll make her safeword ‘monster,’ just so there’s no confusion. It’s the one you’re most familiar with.”
Tears pricked at Mack’s eyes. If Ramsay believed he could control himself, maybe he wasn’t as much of a monster as he thought. Inside, he centered, felt stronger. “Yes, Sir.”
Ramsay’s eyes were a study in warm blues this close up. So very different than the icy blue of Winter’s. For a moment Mack lost himself trying to imagine how to capture that effect with pencils or paint. Beautiful Viking.
When Ramsay turned away, the spell was interrupted, but the effects lingered. Ramsay knew him, could see into him, and approved of what he saw. It meant something to Mack that he couldn’t even explain to himself.
“Saya, you’ll remember the safeword ‘monster’?”
“Yes, Master.” She was trembling.
“Okay, Mack. Begin.”
Control. Mack took a fortifying breath and landed the belt on Saya’s ass cheek. Hard enough to make her notice, but eliciting only a squeak from his victim.
“This is supposed to be a punishment, Mack. You left a tiny pink splotch. Take it up a notch.”
“Yes, Sir.” He drew his arm back further the second time and the strike landed with a satisfying snap.
Saya went up on her toes and yelped. “Ow, ow, ow, ow! Oooh, ow!”
The chuckle that came from Ramsay encouraged him and gave him permission to enjoy this.
He hit her again, harder. She shrieked, and the sound went straight to his cock. Adrenaline reared its head and his eyes sought out the mark he’d left, sweet and pink on the globe of her ass. Saya’s sounds of distress were like a drug.
Winter was murmuring to her, apologizing and trying to calm her down. Briefly, Mack fought to control himself.
Sir wrapped a hand around the base of Mack’s cock, his own pressing against Mack’s ass through the jeans he wore. Mack’s breath caught and he hissed in surprise.
“You really do enjoy this, you perverted little bastard. You like making girls scream?” He jerked hard at Mack’s cock several times, then let go.
Saya was sniveling, her eyes searching for her Master, who was almost entirely out of her line of sight. Her eyes were wet and Mack was struck by the loveliness of her tears and disgust at himself for taking pleasure from this when it was giving her none.
Guilt nibbled at him.
“Give her the next four hard and fast, and you’ll get a reward.”
Mack groaned. Ramsay had an interesting definition of reward, considering the most recent one was being allowed to whack off in the middle of a scene while Ramsay and the girls stopped and watched him. He’d been too horny to refuse, but the memory was still humiliating.
“Thank you, Sir,” he lied. He slid the belt through his fingers again then moved to one side, his hard-on bobbing and making him hope he didn’t catch it with a backswing. Delivering a beating while not wearing pants was living dangerously.
Sir moved up in front of Saya. “Watch my eyes, slave girl. Enjoy this pain because taking your punishment is cleaning the slate.” He pinched her nipples between his fingers and she moaned and leaned into him.
“Yes, Master. It pleases me to please you.”
The next four Mack did fast, moving around to make sure he didn’t hit the same spot twice. Snapping of leather on skin, Saya’s shrieks, the sheen of sweat on her body, her helplessness in the face of his evil – the most masochistic act was making himself stop. He ached for more. The red stripes on her bottom were hot, but he didn’t touch. Sir was in control of this, of him. Being his enforcer was arousing and frustrating. The girl hadn’t safeworded and he yearned to beat her more, until she was screaming and begging him to stop.
Sir untied the girls from the ring, but left their cuffs on. He held them for a moment, then gave them a shove toward the bed and told them to cuddle like good girls. Mack stood in the center of the room, watching, not sure where Sir wanted him. A moment later, Ramsay grabbed Mack by the back of the neck and pushed him along to where the leather dangled from the ring.
It was short work to bind Mack’s wrists together and tie them just above his head.
“Look at this. Trussed up like a sacrifice. Would you like me to use the knives on you, bitchboy? You love using them on Winter; would you love them so much if you were the one being cut?”
Instincts warred. He didn’t like pain like Winter did, he just bore it sometimes to amuse Sir, but any attention from him was good attention. His cock strained, begging for action, but he flinched at the idea of the pain and Sir playing with knives without any experience. Although it wasn’t as though he’d had experience when he and Winter started using them.
“Sir, if you choose to hurt me, I’ll accept it gratefully.”
“But you don’t like pain.”
“I like you, Sir.” His cheeks burned. There was so much more that he wouldn’t say, things Ramsay wasn’t ready to hear. “I’m at your disposal.”
“You...like me?” Sir’s brow quirked, his eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement.
“Yes, Sir.” It hurt, knowing he was a joke to the Dom to whom he’d succumbed. To the man who owned him and didn’t really want to own him.
He snorted. “Your cock likes me, or your asshole does?”
Part of his heart crumpled. Why did he bother? Either he accepted that he’d never be more than a fucktoy to Ramsay, or he needed to reset things and go back to just being bandmates. Used or nothing – those were his choices. His throat constricted and he tried to swallow past it, but the pain was deeper down, where he couldn’t fix it.
Sir cradled the back of his head and he moved close and kissed him. Ramsay’s lips were demanding, but not cruel, and Mack opened his mouth obediently, even though he wasn’t sure it was what he wanted anymore. When Ramsay broke the kiss, part of Mack’s soul went with him.
“Mack, you don’t look happy.” Sir was close still, his face too near to be mistaken for platonic concern.
He stared back at him, not sure what to say. The struggle in him was intense, but caution wasn’t getting him anywhere. Fine. He’d try honesty.
Mack drew a long breath. “I love you, Sir. Sometimes I hate you for not caring that I do.” He stopped when his voice faltered, but gathered calm around him like a cloak and went on. “I know I’m just a toy to you. I don’t expect you to care about me the same way you care about the girls, but I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt when you act like this is just about sex for me.”
Ramsay grimaced and shuffled a booted foot. “I thought one of the benefits of being involved with a dude would be not having to deal with your feelings. I guess I was wrong.” He ran his hands over Mack’s chest and goosebumps rose in their wake. He tugged at Mack’s nipple rings. “Are you really in love with me, Mack?”
“Untie me. I don’t want to have this conversation while I’m hanging here like a fucking macramé plant holder.”
Ramsay’s gaze sharpened. “I’m sorry, was this just an insignificant scene for you? Our relationship doesn’t have a on and off switch. It’s sure as hell not about your fucking convenience, bitchboy. If you want to interrupt my plans and have a chat, I’m feeling generous, so we can do that. I’m not finished with you, so you’ll stay tied there until I let you down or you safeword like a whiny bitch.” He tagged Mack in the balls with the back of a hand.
Mack hissed, his nuts feeling like they were ready to crawl up inside him and hide.
“Yes, Sir.”
“So what makes you think I don’t care about you?”
Put that bluntly, Mack didn’t know what to say. There was no manfully turning around to busy himself with other things. He was as vulnerable as he could get.
“I don’t know.” To his own ears he sounded sullen, but it was too late to go back and say it in the way Winter would have. The girls were snuggled up on the mattress, but spooning so they could both watch what was going on. Ramsay had trained them well so they weren’t interfering, although Winter looked grim.
“This...thing...between us has been weird for me. I still don’t think I’m bisexual, but I can’t seem to stay away from you.” Ramsay shrugged. “I gave into it and told myself that it was just a random sexual urge, but it’s not. If it was, I’d fuck you and walk away, then forget about you until the next time I wanted you. I wouldn’t miss holding you and talking to you when we’re apart. I wouldn’t feel weird when I catch sight of you across the bar, and I sure as hell wouldn’t get jealous when other men talk to you.”
Mack’s heart stuttered. Jealous? When he talked to other men? “When did that happen?”
Ramsay raked his fingers through his long blond hair. “Whenever you talk to any guy, really. When we’re at Cross’s shop, though, I often want to beat the crap out of someone.”
He tried hard not to laugh. “Cross and Malachi are straight, doorknob.”
“So am I! For fucksakes – you converted me, how am I supposed to know the same thing won’t happen with them?” The tendons in Ramsay’s neck were standing out, and he looked dangerous as he started pacing like he was in a cage.
“It doesn’t really matter, does it? I don’t love them. Even if they were into me, I’m not interested.”
Ramsay was in his face then. “But what if you change your mind? What if they lure you away? I have no hold over you – you can leave me anytime the mood strikes you.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m a fucking asshole to you, that’s why! I use you and call you names. You’re always nice to me and in return I treat you like fucking garbage.”
“No. You get off on humiliating me sexually, but you don’t do it when we’re not having sex, and you don’t do it in front of people outside of the four of us. I’m a grown man. If I didn’t like it, I’d tell you. It’s your distance sometimes, the cruelty when we’re not having sex that bothers me. There’s a line and I’m not sure where it is.”
Ramsay nodded then checked Mack’s hands to make sure his circulation was good. “I know. The words leave my mouth, sometimes, and I want to kick myself. It’s not your fault. Part of me is angry that I’m in love with you.”
Silence. Mack’s heart was thudding hard and he was afraid to say anything in case there was more. His captor was close enough that if he’d strained forward he could have kissed him.
“It’s true.” Ramsay’s blue eyes sought out his, and Mack was arrested by his gaze. “I love you. It’s taking a while for me to be okay with that, but I’m getting there.”
“He loves him.” Saya sighed, interrupting the moment. “I totally called it.” Both men looked over. Mack had forgotten they were there.
Winter swatted her thigh, grinning. “Shh! You ruined a perfectly good kissing scene.”
“Come here.” Stern, Ramsay beckoned to the girls and they untangled themselves from the blanket and slunk over. “You’re okay with this?”
They both nodded, beaming.
“It would be very sad for us if you two didn’t love each other, Master. This makes things better because we can stop worrying as much that the craziness between you will break us all up.”
Winter looked oddly satisfied, and not jealous at all. She stroked the back of Mack’s leg and scraped her nails over his ass, smirking when he shivered.
Ramsay’s eyes rolled skyward, as though he was looking for strength. “The three of you will be the death of me.”
“Death by orgasm is probably a good way to go.” Winter shrugged. “I’m not even remotely sorry for you.”
“Speaking of which, I had plans for this boy.” Ramsay dragged his hands down Mack’s chest and grabbed his cock, which had been limp but was stirring again. “You two should do terrible things to him. The poor guy is defenceless, so now’s your chance.”
The evil chuckles from the girls only made him harder. They did this to Saya and Ramsay all the time, focusing on them to bring them as much pleasure as they could with three sets of hands, three mouths. They’d done it to Winter a few times, but being the center of so much attention, by herself, made her uncomfortable.
Saya stood on her toes and kissed his lips, softly and sweetly. She trailed kisses down his neck. Winter bit him gently between the shoulder blades, licked, took small bites of his back and ribs. She inched lower and spread his ass cheeks apart, sliding a finger over his asshole.
“Ugh, Winter, don’t.” He squirmed, but Ramsay held him still for her with an iron grip on his hips.
“You let Ramsay fuck you here and I’m not allowed to touch? That hardly seems fair. We’ve been together longer.” She sounded amused, but there was an edge to it. It wasn’t exactly fair, he supposed. Winter had always wanted to play with his ass, but he hadn’t allowed it. With Ramsay it had been different. It had been heat of the moment, originally.
When he didn’t say anything, Winter went to the workbench and grabbed a bottle of lube. He lost track of her as Saya demanded attention from his mouth, and Ramsay was kissing his chest and sliding downward.
So much to keep track of. His brain went into overload and he closed his eyes, letting himself just feel instead of having to monitor what each person was doing. Hands and mouths were everywhere, like extra people had come in to overwhelm him. A tongue flicked the end of his cock and his eyelids flew open. What? Fuck. Ramsay was licking at him tentatively. He panted, trying to control himself so that he didn’t go off suddenly and give his Dom a facial. What kind of punishment would he get for that?
Saya pinched hard at his nipples as Ramsay’s mouth engulfed his cock, distracting him just enough to help him keep control. Slick fingers probed at his back entrance and slowly edged inside him. He was gasping, counting sheep in his head, thinking of poodles with funny haircuts, mentally doing his taxes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Every muscle in his body was strained with the effort to keep control, but Ramsay – Ramsay had gotten the hang of things and was sucking hard. Saya was kneeling too now, her tongue darting out to lick his balls when Ramsay wasn’t swallowing him down. How was he so good at this?
“Stop, stop!” he begged, trying to warn them.
His stomach knotted and tension filled his body. Winter’s fingers wriggled inside him, Ramsay sucked hard. Mack cried out, lost his fight for control. He exploded in Ramsay’s mouth and he heard him gagging, but there was nothing Mack could do to slow his body down. His orgasm ripped through him and he hung by his wrists, helpless, endorphins pumping through him as come gushed out of him.
Ramsay gave up, backed off, let Saya take over, as the last of his pleasure drained away and the buzz started.
“You little bastard!” Ramsay kissed his mouth hard, giving him a taste of himself.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” He gasped. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Well, I didn’t tell you that you couldn’t. I guess you weren’t in a position to give me a warning tap.”
“Oh jeez, Master – you couldn’t tell? If it was any more obvious there would have been an alarm.” Saya was laughing. “I would have told you so you could stop.”
“How would I know? I haven’t exactly done this before!”
“You have a cock,” Winter said from the sink, where she was washing her hands. “That alone should give you some insight.”
Ramsay untied Mack and led him over to the bed, where he collapsed. Mack’s legs were still shaking.
They all curled around him, loving him. There was no telling where one person ended and the next began.
“For a guy who claims he’s never given a blowjob, you’re pretty good at it. A little too good, if you ask me.”
“You’ve never had a secret boyfriend before now, Master? Never gone to band camp or anything?”
“That’s a lot of sass from a girl who’s about to have her ass fucked for the first time. Tread lightly, princess.”
“What?” Her voice got high and she backed away. “No, Master. I’m not ready yet.”
Ramsay rose from the bed and walked to her calmly. He took her hand and led her to lie beside Mack.
“Please, no.” She whimpered.
Mack groaned as his cock stirred again. Her noises were so addictive.
“Your body is ready for me now, princess. I’ve taken my time to make sure you were ready, but now you’re just scared. I’ll be gentle.”
“Not like you are with Mack?” She sniffled and Winter came over and squeezed between her and the wall. She kissed Saya’s face.
“No. Mack’s tough. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Mack made a sound of disgust and rolled on his side to pet Saya. “Thanks!”
“What?” Ramsay laughed. “You’re not exactly in the delicate girl category, Mack.”
“You were pretty rough with me the first time.”
“I’m always rough with you. It’s part of your charm. You want me to send you some flowers?”
“No, but I’d accept candy.”
“We’ll see. Now Saya, we’ve used progressively bigger plugs over the past few months. You could practically take a donkey dick at this point.”
“I hope so.” Winter arched a brow. “You’ve got a fucking donkey dick, Sir. So does Mack, for that matter.”
“If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. You know I will.” He grabbed the lube from where Winter had thrown it and brought it back to the bed. “Hands and knees or on your back?”
“Neither?”
“Hm. Not one of your options. Get on your hands and knees. Winter you get under her and help her out, okay?”
Saya flipped over and assumed the position he’d demanded. Her trembling was lovely, and Mack sat up and ran his hand along her back. Winter slipped down between her legs into a sixty-nine position, and drew a long, flat lick over her slit. She gasped and wriggled, angling her hips to give Winter easier access.
“More, please, Winter.”
Winter complied, teasing her with the tip of her tongue, as Ramsay took hold of the base of the buttplug and began to fuck her with it. Gasps and whines gave way to words that didn’t make sense.
Ramsay shuffled back and grabbed Mack by the hair. “Get me ready for her.”
Warmth flushed Mack’s cheeks and he eagerly went down on him, licking the length before he sheathed his throbbing cock with his mouth. If Sir was this horny already, this wouldn’t last long.
When Ramsay pulled away, Mack fought him for a second, wanting more.
Ramsay chuckled. “You’ll have to wait. My little slave girl needs deflowering.”
He handed Ramsay the lube and watched in fascination as he coaxed the plug from Saya’s ass and lubed himself up. He spread more inside Saya with two fingers.
She was panting with fear, and Mack went back to stroking her.
“Shh,” Ramsay said quietly. He lined the head of his cock up with her back opening and he pushed gently and retreated several times, playing there. Mack’s body ached for what Saya was getting.
Ramsay waited to go further until she pushed back toward him, looking for more. Gradually, he rolled his hips, sinking deeper into her with every second motion.
Saya’s head was down, resting on Winter’s pubic bone as she bowed to his will. The noises from her sounded overwhelmed.
Ramsay was finally all the way in. His jaw was clenched.
“You okay? Do you need more lube?” Mack asked sympathetically.
“No,” Ramsay grunted. He eased out somewhat then pushed back in.
She was sobbing, but pushed back against him anyway. Mack knew that feeling all too well. He gripped his cock and moved up to kneel between Winter’s knees. Wrapping his hands around the back of her legs, he lifted her until her ass was resting on his thighs. He traced the head of his dick up and down her slit and found her drenched.
Before he pushed in, Winter was arching against him, trying to help him get inside her. Saya’s head was partially in the way, but she had the presence of mind to tilt her upper torso aside, so he wasn’t banging his stomach against the top of her head. They needed diagrams to figure out the most comfortable positions for four people, although experience would be more fun than pictures.
Ramsay looked fascinated by watching his cock thrusting into Saya’s pretty ass. Did he watch like that when he fucked him? The thought of Ramsay watching him that way made his cock twitch hard. Winter moaned, the vibration making Saya squeal. Her body must have clamped down because Ramsay’s eyes rolled back, his body rigid.
The sight of Ramsay as he came into Saya’s ass, the rippling grip of Winter’s pussy on his cock, Saya’s scream of pleasure – Mack orgasmed violently, fucking Winter hard while his cock bucked and twitched in its final spending. He collapsed half on Winter and half on Saya’s back. After a few moments, he and Ramsay both withdrew and they all lay in a languid, sweaty pile.
Across the room, the baby monitor squawked. “Auntie Saya? You guys are singing too loud. You woke me up. Be quiet!” They heard him stir, settle, snore.
Mack wasn’t sure which of them started to chuckle first, but moments later the dungeon echoed with it.