Chapter Nine #3
The warmth alerted her first, then the muscular chest pressed hard against her back. No one had the right to be so damned big.
“You know that Mack has given me permission to do what I want to with you, Winter. I just need your permission now.”
A thrill stole up her spine. “I’m not really interested in you that way, Ramsay. I hate to have to break it to you.”
Although his jeans and her underwear were between them, his hard cock was wedged into the crevice of her ass. He chuckled in her ear. “You’re staying very still, Winter. Are you afraid I’ll do something you don’t like, or are you afraid I won’t?”
Winter shoved back against him, planning to walk away, but he seemed to have anticipated that reaction. He held the counter on either side of her so she couldn’t slip sideways to safety.
“I’m not into power games, Ramsay. You have Saya and Mack already, what do you need me for?”
“My little princess wants to watch us together. You’re hot, so it’s not exactly a chore.”
How did a man get so fucking full of himself? No question in his mind that she might not be interested? Sure he was built and gorgeous, in a wild, ruthless way, but that didn’t mean the entire world groveled at his feet. Weren’t two sycophants enough for him?
Mmm. There was just something about him, though. Everyone wanted him, which made her want to knock him down a few pegs. However, as much as she hated it, a primal part of her recognized him as the alpha male and wanted him for breeding purposes or some stupid fucking thing. A scathing comeback took shape, but his dick was distractingly hard and pressed against her. She was still wound up from fooling around with Saya, and she needed to get off. Then there was the fact that she was a fan of cock. Unfortunately, putting up with men was the price of admission.
She had one of her own, though, attached to Mack. She didn’t really need Ramsay’s. It was all well and good that Mack had said it was okay, but this seemed wrong.
Saya slid off the kitchen island and padded closer. Her face nuzzled into the side of Winter’s, and she nipped at her ear. The zing of pain made Winter grunt, and Saya worked her way down, biting gently at her throat, then harder at the spot between her neck and shoulder.
Ramsay grabbed a handful of Winter’s hair and bit the other side of her neck. She meant to tell them to stop – tried even – but it came out as a groan that no one would mistake as an objection.
Strong fingers wrapped around one of her hips, and Ramsay ground against her ass. Try as she may, she couldn’t stop the instinctual reaction of pressing back to encourage him. Her shirt started to ride up, then she realized Saya had let her hands wander up inside the loose fabric. Small, smooth hands slid over her breasts, teasing the peaks with pinches just hard enough to be frustrating.
This wasn’t something that appealed to her. She didn’t like Doms. The grip in her hair tightened and she gasped.
Shit.
“Time out,” she blurted, then felt like a tool.
“Time out?” He chuckled in her ear, the sound almost melting her panties off.
“Yes. Mack’s not here. I know he’s okay with this, but I won’t allow it unless he’s here.”
“Allow it?” That growly rasp of his should have been illegal.
The little hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she shivered.
“I apologize.” He unhanded her and stepped away. “I’ve been with Saya for so long sometimes I forget other people live by different rules.”
The idea that he might have forgotten she had no safeword with him both frightened her and made her horny as fuck. He was a strong guy and she was almost naked, and there was no way Saya would stop him from doing anything he pleased.
Where the hell did that thought come from, sicko? Rape isn’t sexy.
But then, it wouldn’t have been rape.
Winter looked up and there was Mack standing by the doorway, his cock tenting his boxers. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Ramsay’s gaze dropped to Mack’s shorts and he looked quickly away. Winter swallowed her amusement before someone noticed.
The Viking stepped behind her again and gripped the back of her neck. “You think this is funny, Winter?” He pressed her down until her chest and shoulders were on the island. “Is this a comedy show?” Before she could complain, he whipped her underwear down to her knees, and the modest garment dropped immediately to her ankles. He yanked her t-shirt up and off then put her back where she’d been.
She whimpered, hating that she was loving this.
Ramsay fiddled with something, then ground against her again, but this time there was no cloth between them. At some point he’d lost his jeans.
He was going to fuck her right there? She struggled but Ramsay grabbed her by the hair and made her forehead touch the counter.
“Hold still. Mack and Saya have to make sure you’re ready.”
What? Oh, fuck.
The traitors crowded around them, stroking her bare skin, readying her for Ramsay. Mack slid to the floor and licked her slit, then focused on torturing her clit, which had already been looking for action.
A more timid mouth sucked at her breasts, nibbling and nipping. She heard a patting noise and Ramsay told Saya she was a good girl. The few glimpses she caught of the other two showed they’d ditched what little clothing they’d been wearing too.
Mack’s mouth moved off of her and she heard Ramsay gasp.
“Fuck, Mack. Don’t.”
He held her in place, but his hips turned to the side.
“It doesn’t feel good?”
There was a masculine grunt and Ramsay let her go. Winter straightened and turned fast.
In the middle of their kitchen, her boyfriend was on his knees sucking their drummer’s cock. Saya stood on the other side of them, staring like she was either trying to save the scene for later or burn a hole in them with her laser vision.
“Why is this so hot?” the girl whispered to herself.
“It’s not just you.” Winter grinned at her.
The men were oblivious to them for a few minutes. It was hard to say whose face was more blissful. Mack sucked cock the same way he did most things – slowly and artistically. Ramsay looked like he needed a chair and possibly a cigarette, even though he wasn’t finished yet.
Winter went to Saya and knelt, then pulled her to the floor. She laid her on her back and started to kiss her. Whimpering, Saya held her close and kissed her back desperately. Fingers that weren’t Saya’s tickled up her back and Winter glanced up to see Ramsay touching her, watching them. They were on the floor now too, and Ramsay’s eyes were slitted with pleasure. He stroked Winter again and nodded an encouragement to her.
No rules.
Mack detached himself from Ramsay’s cock and turned to see what they were doing. The men crawled over to them and the four of them became a tangle of touching hands and tasting mouths. Hot. Confusing. Why didn’t they have a video camera set up in the kitchen? There was so much to feel and do, that she kept forgetting to watch.
Saya was just as bad as she was, at least. She kept trying to lure the men into touching each other. Although Ramsay wasn’t willing to participate in that scheme, he didn’t push Mack away.
When the focus suddenly became pleasuring Ramsay, Winter was at a loss. They’d come across each other in the puppy pile a few times, but he’d done the groping while she turned her attention elsewhere. Touching Saya or Mack while they did things to Ramsay would be easier.
Getting mixed up with a Dom wasn’t on her to-do list.
She hadn’t paid much attention to Mack yet, so she slid down and ran her tongue up and around his cock. When she took him in her mouth he pushed further than she’d meant to take him, and groaned.
“She’s good at that?” Ramsay laughed.
“Of course. Aren’t most kinky girls?”
“I’ve only been with one.”
“Her tongue ring is fun.”
“Maybe I should bring Saya to get one, then.”
“Here. Try it.” Mack coaxed Winter up, and pushed her toward Ramsay’s hard-on.
She backpedaled, but Ramsay caught her arm and pulled her up close to his face. “You have no interest in sucking my cock, do you?”
He searched her eyes. Did he actually care? Wasn’t he just going to make her do it, or try to order her to? The other Doms she’d fooled around with back in the day seemed to expect that kink relationships would be hot and cold running blowjobs. Hooking up with other kinksters, however, wasn’t the same as hooking up with a long-term sub to boss around, and they seemed to have trouble remembering the difference.
“No.”
Although he let her go, his eyes were flint, and his presence changed even though he was still flat out on his back. How was that even humanly possible?
“Kiss me.” It was an order, but maybe having his dick in Saya’s mouth was making him forget how to be polite.
“Why should I?” She arched a brow at him. Vikings. Give an inch and they’d take whatever wasn’t nailed down.
“Because you secretly want to, and because if you don’t I’ll never let you kiss Saya again.”
Fucking bastard.
She needed to walk out before she dug herself a deeper hole. The maddening thing was that he didn’t look at all disconcerted. He was supremely confident she’d cooperate with his extortion.
The lord and master lay there with his arms pillowing his head, being serviced by both his woman and her man, since Mack had gone to help Saya. That meant that both she and Ramsay were free to engage in an uninterrupted stare-down.
“What makes you think I’d want to kiss you?”
“Because when you told me no earlier, it wasn’t an ‘I don’t want to’ it was ‘Not if Mack isn’t here.’ Well he’s here, and my cock is in his mouth. I think he’s cool with this scenario, don’t you? Now come here.”
She fought the urge to do as she was told. It was rare that she ever got to the point where she had the vague inclination to obey someone, let alone a whole urge.
“So if I kiss you once, I get to kiss Saya whenever I want?”
He grunted and his eyes fell shut for a moment. Good job, Mack.
Eventually, he responded through gritted teeth. “No. I’m not negotiating with you. I hold all the cards at this point, Winter. If you want to play with her, you’ll have to play with me too. We’re a package deal.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She knew it was probably going to happen eventually, but she didn’t want to go that far with Ramsay just yet. Saya was a different story.
“Why should I let you have...relations with Mack, then? Aren’t we even?”
The Dom paused and she could almost see the hamster running in its little wheel in his head.
“Mack is doing what he wants. I never asked him for this. You two aren’t in a D/s relationship, so he doesn’t have to ask your permission, I guess. I have no idea what your rules are for being with other people, but I assume they’re lax, considering.”
“You’re very chatty for a dude getting head.”
“I get a lot of head. A person would really have to dazzle me to get my complete attention.”
A second later his eyes rolled back and he grunted. It figured that a man would know the tricks.
Saya and Mack were fighting over him with their lips and tongues, bumping into each other and kissing too. She hesitated and peeked over at Winter, letting her know who she really wished she could kiss.
Winter’s heart stuttered as they looked across Ramsay at each other.
To give her up?
Winter groaned inwardly. She was so fucked. This was just a harmless infatuation, right? They’d make out and play around together for as long as this lasted, then things would go back to the way they were before?
Fine. If she couldn’t have Saya without fucking Ramsay, she’d pay the price. But it couldn’t be long term. The whole sub thing wasn’t for her. If he insisted on things being that way, maybe she could fake it for a while, for sexual purposes, just to get him off. But if he wanted more – if he was looking for that true submission the Doms she’d known had always been pissed at her for not giving them – that wasn’t going to happen. She just didn’t have it in her to let go like that. Sure, she got off on Mack tying her up, controlling her body, giving her pain, but when it came down to it, her mind was her own. Other than the occasional mind-fuck, no one was allowed in there.
Her mother used to tell her that she had the kind of walls that would make a therapist turn to drink.
Whatever.
She crawled nearer and for a moment she saw a flash of surprise before he could hide it. Not as sure of himself as he let on, apparently. Now that she found interesting. If he wasn’t pathologically cocky, maybe she could tolerate him a bit longer than she’d thought. Although there was always the chance that his surprise had just been her imagination.
Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his, amazed at how hard his were compared to Mack’s. Ramsay had that ruggedly handsome thing going on that didn’t rely on feminine beauty to make it work.
Winter half waited for him to grab her by the hair and jam his tongue down her throat in a crude display of dominance, but he let her take her time. She started to play, enjoying the way he tensed and breathed funny when one of the other two did something he enjoyed too much. In this situation, Ramsay was seriously outnumbered. With three against one, it wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge. It definitely wasn’t the Dom.
She licked along his lips, but he didn’t make it easy for her to get her tongue into his mouth. It was the first time she’d had a man play hard to get – especially after an invitation. No, a coercion. The challenge turned her on, although she hadn’t exactly been turned off at any point this morning.
Who needed coffee to wake the fuck up?
When she finally managed to get her tongue in his mouth, they actually kissed. He was more controlling then, but she couldn’t remember why she’d objected to that earlier. Hands stroked her back, then played along her ribs before trailing down between her legs. There was no hiding how wet she was, but if he was rude enough to mention it, she’d say it was from making out with Saya. The last thing he needed was a boost to his ego.
Without any fumbling, he found her clit and played before pinching it between his fingers. A noise she hadn’t authorized escaped her and he chuckled, relaxed his fingers, then pinched again. Fuck. She was going to come whether she wanted to or not. How was she going to do it on the sly so the bastard didn’t know it was because of him?
This was all so vanilla – why was this making her so horny? Too horny for too long.
The moan she wanted desperately to suppress fell into his mouth. It turned into a piteous whimper and she pressed against his hand, unable to control what her body demanded. She panted, trying to hold off. Too late. She came, clenching on nothing, empty. He dragged a finger through her wetness and plunged it in.
Fuck, he had big fingers! Her body rippled around the intrusion and, when she came again, he whispered a swear against her mouth. His muscles tensed and his hips came up off the floor.
Through her haze, she heard Saya giggle. “Swallow faster, you’re making a mess.”
Winter looked down in time to see Mack’s eyes watering as he gagged on Ramsay’s cock. When he came up for air a moment later, he flipped Saya off good-naturedly.
“He’s your Dom, you clean up this mess.” Mack shook his head. “How you girls keep up with all that is a mystery to me.”
“Fuck that.” Ramsay growled. He sat up and Winter got out of the way just in time. He grabbed Mack’s hair and glared at him. “You made the fucking mess, bitchboy. You clean it.”
Mack’s eyes sort of glazed over and he looked at Ramsay with helpless...something. Need? Adoration?
Whatever was going on in his head, it didn’t stop Mack from lowering himself back down and cleaning the mess he’d dribbled onto Ramsay with long sweeps of his tongue.
Watching him debase himself to please another man sent a dirty thrill through her. Poor bastard. Not even his own girlfriend pitied him.
Ramsay was breathing hard as Mack licked the mess from his balls, twitching and probably sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm. As straight as he was, the sight of Mack going down on him didn’t seem to freak him out. If anything, it looked like it gave him a power rush.
Although she’d just gotten off, albeit prematurely, watching the show made Winter want more. As for Ramsay, he went from semi-hard back to hard in no time. Impressive.
“Mack, I’m going to fuck Winter now. Do you have somewhere convenient to tie her up?”
What? She glared at him. “But what if I don’t want to fuck you?”
“Tying you up should fix that.” He grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder. All she could do for a moment was lie there, shocked. “Your safeword is?”
“We have space set up in the basement. Her safeword is monster,” Mack, the leering traitor, replied.
Sharp teeth nipped her ass, but from her vantage point she couldn’t see her assailant. She gasped and fought but Viking Ramsay just stalked off toward the basement door, as though her weight and her struggles were of no consequence. Feet followed behind them, and she cringed and tried to make herself smaller as he went down the narrow stairs. The light of the dungeon flipped on and Ramsay gave a low whistle.
“Quite the set-up you have down here. I wish we had an entire floor we could dedicate to sex.”
“Like you don’t just do me wherever you want, Master?”
“Good point, princess. It would be nice to have somewhere to put a spanking bench though, at least.”
“But I’m a good girl. I don’t need many spankings. Besides, I like your lap.”
Ramsay set Winter on her feet, but didn’t let go of her wrist. She shivered in the coolness of the room. Mack walked to the radiator he’d installed when they’d moved in and cranked the heat. Bless him.
“Where do you want them?” Mack rubbed his hands together, looking like he should be twirling a handlebar mustache, instead. This was his thing , aside from music, and now cocksucking.
Ramsay was looking around, grinning. If his grip on her wrist hadn’t been so tight, he might have clapped his hands. He took quick stock of the various BDSM furniture Mack had made over the past few years. Winter watched him, though, and his gaze kept pausing on the rope net that hung from the exposed support beam in the ceiling. Mack had woven it a few days before when he’d taken a break for lunch, but they’d been so busy they hadn’t had time to use it.
“Do you think we could get them both up there?”
“It’ll hold them, no problem. We just have to get them in there and put it back up. I have pulleys set up, so it’s not hard to do.”
“What can we do with them if they’re in there, though? Stare at the pretty new decoration?”
Mack tsked . “Use your imagination.”
“I’m starting to get the feeling my imagination isn’t as twisted as yours.”
“That’s a pretty safe bet.” Winter smirked.
Ramsay went from curious and excited, to dommy in zero point five. “The two of you kneel on the mattress. We need room to work.” He let go of her wrist and turned back to watch Mack.
Saya ran to the mattress and knelt. Letting other people into their private sanctuary was weird. No one had been down there since they moved in, except the two of them.
Everyone stopped talking as Mack used the pulleys to lower the net. Ramsay was staring at her.
“What?”
“I gave you an order, Winter.”
“You’re not my Dom, asshat.”
Ramsay’s arm flashed out and he grabbed her hair. The pain made her nipples even harder than the cold had.
Fuuuck. Should she safeword?
Adrenaline pumped through her and her brain scrambled around trying to figure out what to do. He tugged her head back and bit her neck. Her spine turned to mush.
“Why do you fight this so hard?” he whispered in her ear, more menacing than any man without a weapon had any right to be.
What was he going to do, spank her like a naughty child? The sub reaction he wanted from her wasn’t going to happen. Yes, her body liked the pain and manhandling he brought to this. Mack was more sensual and terrifying, where Ramsay was rough and domineering. Apparently she liked some of that, but it would be a damned cold day in the dungeon before she’d submit to him willingly.
“This is how things work with me, Winter. Either you do it or you get punished. You have a safeword, but I expect that you’ll use it sparingly, considering what Mack says you’re into.”
The sophisticated, mature Winter urged her to tell him where he could stick his punishment, but the childish Winter took over. She punched him in the stomach.
He oomfed and let go of her hair, taking a couple of steps away.
Then he was back, and he didn’t look amused. “What the fuck was that?”
“Less than what you deserved, dickwad. We don’t actually have an agreement to play together, and we definitely don’t have one saying that I’ll submit to you.”
“You like it.”
“You wish.”
His frustration was leaking off of him, but it wasn’t her problem. If he wanted to go through life bossing everyone around, that was fine. It didn’t mean she had to cooperate.
She’d been as patient as she was going to be.
Stubbornly, she stood off to the side, allowing Mack space to work. Really, she would have been more comfortable lounging on the mattress with Saya, but it was the principle of the thing.
Now the question was whether she was going to agree to this whole bad scheme. When Mack had come up with the idea, she hadn’t been very keen, but letting them do it to Saya, alone, seemed callous.
When the net was laid out neatly on the floor, Winter could feel Saya looking at her. Fine.
She went to the mattress and held a hand out to the girl. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ramsay nod, and Saya’s hand slid into hers. Winter pulled her up, and Saya pressed against her and kissed her mouth.
While they kissed, Mack came up and cuffed her wrists, then pulled her away to the middle of the net. Moments later, Saya was led there, and Mack urged her down too. When they were sitting face to face, Mack rearranged them so that their legs were scissored together. It was all very...naked. Winter checked Ramsay and he was watching them, practically drooling.
Mack used a rope to tie their cuffs together in front, and attached it so that as the edges of the net were lifted and pulled tight over their heads, their cuffs were secured over their heads, as well. Mack hoisted the pulley and there was a swooping sensation as the net bag lifted from the floor.
Saya screeched as the movement made them swing, but Winter was distracted by the way their pussies pressed against each other. The other girl was wet and in her fear she was squirming against her. Winter groaned, wishing her hands were free so she could touch her. Instead, she craned her neck and kissed the side of Saya’s face as the girl anxiously looked around them.
“What are they going to do?” Saya whispered.
“Whatever crosses their evil pea brains, unless we safeword. Do you remember your safeword, baby girl?”
“Yes.” The tension in her body didn’t calm, and she burrowed into Winter, as though it were possible for them to get closer.
“Shh. They’ll make this fun, and if they don’t, we’ll tell them it’s boring, okay?” She kissed Saya’s forehead, and the other girl sniffled a little.
Outside their trap, the men circled, like hunters inspecting their prey.
“They’re pretty like this.” Ramsay mused.
“I feel like a side of beef. How is this sexy?” Winter’s legs were cramped, but when she shifted, her sex slid against Saya’s. Both of them gasped and Mack’s low chuckle was evil.
“I figured you’d like that position.” He patted Winter’s bottom then walked to the toy storage area and started pulling open drawers and throwing things on the workbench.
Ramsay wandered over, not shy about picking things up and examining them.
“Half of these things aren’t even sex toys. An electric toothbrush? And what’s this?”
Mack took the plastic-packaged, sterile piercing needle and slid it back in the drawer. “Not something you and Saya are ready for. Some of these, like the clothespins, are pervertables. Do you know what that means?”
Ramsay’s brows went up. “I know what pervertables are, jackass. I just wouldn’t have thought of picking up most of these.”
“Our preferences are a little more intense than yours, I think.” Mack shrugged. “Everyone has their own kinks. We won’t do anything that will freak Saya out too much.”
It was funny watching them have this conversation, side by side, naked and semi-hard. A little oil and it could have turned into a wrestling match worth writing home about.
Mack dumped a bunch of things on a tray and carried it over to a small table he’d pulled near. A quick scan of the items showed none of Winter’s favorites, but doing cutting and blood play in front of Ramsay and Saya seemed like it could backfire.
Good job playing nicely with the guests, Mack.
As though he’d heard her, their gazes met and he winked.
Ramsay walked around them, grinning, his fingers wandering over the squares of bared flesh accessible through the net. He and Mack poked and prodded, slid two fingers through a space in the net and pinched their nipples, licked their slits. Mack had made the thing so that each hole was big enough to be useful. Bastard.
Every time Saya squirmed, her pubic bone pushed on Winter’s, and she wriggled, seeking relief. The position was too awkward, though, and was frustrating because they couldn’t move enough to make it satisfying.
The guys started with the toys. Ramsay tickled at their sensitive skin with the duster he chose from the wall. The sensation was sensual and irritating and made both of them squirm and breathe in small gasps.
“I like you like this,” Ramsay smirked at Winter. “Although a gag might have been a good idea.”
She opened her mouth to tell him off, and he slid a finger up into her pussy. From the look on Saya’s face, he must have done the same to her almost simultaneously. He finger fucked them both at different intervals, and their groins rubbed together erratically with the motion he forced on them.
“You don’t like this, Winter? You want me to stop?”
The “go fuck yourself” she meant to say remained unsaid, and she tried squirm the right way to get his finger deeper.
“You don’t own any butt plugs, Mack?”
Mack laughed. “Uh, no. Winter would eviscerate me if I ever tried it.”
“She’s said as much?”
“She doesn’t need to.”
Saya kissed Winter, and she lost track of everything, other than the girl’s tongue slipping along hers, the press of their sexes and the movement of Ramsay’s thick finger inside her.
Something flicked lightly across her other hole and she yelped and tried to lift away from the net. Someone grabbed her hips and she was held fast. Each little brush felt like electricity shooting through her body. Her heart raced, and she turned to look at Mack, who was grinning back at her. He was holding her in place for a smug Ramsay.
Fuck! Anal was a hard limit, not that she and Mack had ever even discussed it. It was disgusting. Ramsay’s finger swept over her again, gently, then explored the area more thoroughly. Winter shuddered, unable to get away. She tried to complain, but her mouth just hung open stupidly.
“I think you’d better stop before her brain overloads.”
“I think if I do this a few more times...” He pumped the finger in her pussy, then circled her bottom hole again with the fingers of his other hand and her hips jerked forward, mashing against Saya. A keening wail erupted from her and an orgasm crashed over. Not satisfied with that, he kept touching, teasing, threatening to fuck her ass. Saya kissed her, murmuring endearments. Mack had let go of Winter at some point, and came back to clamp her nipples. The clamps were too tight and hurt like a motherfucker. She screeched, and the drag of a cold, dull knife over her skin set her off again.
Saya was gasping, trying to hold back. Her rapid breaths feathered across Winter’s cheek, the feel of it as sensual as an intimate touch. The net lowered a bit and Saya startled and screamed.
A cock slid through her wetness. Ramsay, since Mack was behind Saya. If he got rope burn on his dick she was going to laugh her ass off.
He pulled her further away from Saya and drove up into her in a series of short, fierce thrusts, until he was all the way in. Winter’s eyes fluttered shut. Ramsay froze and commanded her to stay still.
Mack was growling words at Saya, his voice tight with excitement. She was begging him not to hurt her anymore. A fierce protectiveness rose in Winter’s chest, but then Ramsay began pummeling into her and she lost all coherent thought. How the hell did Saya take him? From below, he toyed with her sore and sensitive clit, bringing her back toward Orgasmland faster than she would have thought possible.
Saya was shrieking as if Mack was murdering her. Winter forced her eyes open, and watched Mack leisurely plunging into her, his face a mask of concentration. He kept a slow, deliberate pace, but between her screaming and begging to come, no one who heard her would ever guess that. Mack had to be loving it, considering how hard he had to work to get noises like that out of Winter. Watching them together was better than porn. Her groin throbbed.
A last orgasm built and tore through her, hurting as sore muscles clamped down on Ramsay’s monster of a cock. The pain made it more intense, and the pulses and waves quaked through her, dragging out until she was limp and exhausted. Moments later, Ramsay roared in her ear and his cock jerked inside her as he came, his fingers digging into her hip bones.
Saya’s screaming had hit a crescendo and died off, and now she was sobbing as Mack awkwardly tried to pet her through the netting. He wasn’t used to dealing with a lot of sensitive girl emotions, so he seemed completely at a loss.
Fingers tickled down her spine. When Ramsay gradually started to pull out, Winter found herself protesting, her body unhappy with it being the end of things.
Ramsay chuckled and patted her ass affectionately. “We can’t fuck all day. We have to get ready for tonight. You girls are incorrigible.”
As Mack pulled out, Saya moaned and complained, but she seemed less upset.
“They’re going to let us down now. Are you okay, sweet girl?”
She nodded, and Winter kissed the streaks that tears had made down her face.
Slowly, Mack lowered them to the floor. The guys helped the women out of the net and unbuckled their cuffs. They carried them to the mattress where they all bundled together. Mack pulled the heavy blanket that was at the foot of the bed over all of them, and Winter nestled down in the middle somewhere, throwing a leg over Saya. Close behind her, Mack nuzzled, stroking his rough guitarist fingers over the smooth skin of her side.
What the hell had she done? Winter hid her face in Saya’s hair, closed her eyes and wished she could rewind a few hours. Just long enough to tell Ramsay no. And maybe go into work to volunteer on her day off so that he couldn’t change her mind again. Her body reveled in the aftermath of the orgasms he’d given her, and she hated herself for it. Skanky bitch. She’d sworn never to get involved with a Dom again.
If it had just been sex, or a way to get her fangs into Saya, she might have forgiven herself, but the truth was that she liked him as a person. He was fun to hang out with, charming, kind, he doted on his sub. He was also hot. Any woman who was into men would line up to do him, and he’d only slept with her to make his woman happy.
So what was the problem? Mack? That was a cop-out. Mack was falling in love with Ramsay and would never object to her sleeping with him.
The real issue was he’d taken control. Winter had reined him in somewhat, but he’d dommed her anyway. Domination scared the fuck out of her, but today with Ramsay she’d forgotten that. One or five steps down that path was a slippery slope. Mack had already gone there, and Saya before him.
Were they all destined to be Ramsay’s shadows? His kink monsters? Their band name wasn’t funny to her anymore. It was like creepy foreshadowing of what was at the end of the line. Being someone’s minion wasn’t a role she wanted. She was strong, independent...even dangerous if the situation warranted it, but when he’d grabbed her by the hair, pinned her, menaced her – a thrill of heat lanced through her. She pressed her lips together to suppress a groan. When he’d done those things, her knees had gone weak and she’d been ready to do anything to please him, to have him use her. Winter had made fun of Mack for it, but the simple truth was that he’d only been hypnotized by him before she had. She was no better. If anything, she was worse. Mack didn’t have rules about Doms.
Finally, her afterglow wouldn’t be put off any longer, even with her gloomy thoughts. Heaviness stole over her and she started to drift in and out of dreams. Maybe a small nap, and then breakfast. Another shower.
Although the plan for today was to take Saya to Cross’s for stage clothes, the last thing Winter wanted to do was go shopping.