The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) by Sorcha Black Page A

isn’t a joke, even if you don’t understand it. She’s my property.” Ramsay traced a finger down the back of her neck under her hair, and she worked hard at not swatting him away.
    Mack moved into view, grinning. What was his game?
    “Do you think you can be a good girl and remember to ask permission?” Mack asked.
    “Fuck you, Mack. You know I’m not into that ‘good girl’ shit.”
    Ramsay’s chuckle wasn’t comforting. “You have a hard time being a good girl, don’t you, Winter. Maybe you just need someone to show you how.”
    She snorted and turned. Mistake. Having him pressed to her front didn’t make him less intimidating. His eyes were crinkled at the corners, amused, but his hard-on wasn’t joking.
    Forcing herself to stare him in the eye, she spat, “I’m not automatically submissive just because I’m a girl, Ramsay. Sorry to disappoint, but not every female responds to that bullshit.”
    He stared down into her eyes, a looming, hulking mass above her. Looking for something. It was a struggle to maintain her glare, but she did it, suddenly hyper-aware of how her body ached for someone to touch her.
    Why? She’d tried D/s before, on both sides, and it did absolutely nothing for her. Pain excited her, and being bound, but being bossed around? Not her fucking thing.
    With her eyes, she told him to go fuck himself.
    Instead of throwing his hands in the air and walking away, his brows rose and he looked intrigued.
    Bad, bad, bad.
    “Mack definitely doesn’t own me, but he sure as shit won’t be interested in sharing.”
    “Who said anything about sharing? The only thing we’re talking about is you asking my permission before borrowing my slave. It’s only polite.”
    She looked around and saw their significant others standing together nearby, riveted to their conversation. Rather than looking jealous and upset, Saya was rapt, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Interested, avid, aroused. And Mack? His impressive erection made it apparent that he wasn’t against whatever Ramsay had in mind.
    Why had she ever considered Mack’s open-mindedness a good quality?
    Her frustration built. Really, walking away and telling him she’d never lay a hand on Saya again would be the easiest solution. She wouldn’t lose face and she would get to keep all of her control without having to give Ramsay the satisfaction. Without meaning to, her gaze slid back to Saya. The girl lowered her eyes shyly, her cheeks flushed.
    She was addictive.
    Ever since she’d first kissed Saya, Winter had been fantasizing about her. There was something about her that drew her in a way that other girls didn’t. Her timid submissiveness, her deference, her intelligence – but there was more. It wasn’t only that she sensed the girl was interested in her either.
    She was like a drug, and Ramsay was the dealer. Asking permission was one thing, but she got the impression that Ramsay was after more. Before she agreed, she should make sure of his actual price. Get it in writing.
    Instead , she nodded.
    H is smile widened.
    If his price was exorbitant, she could always stop.
    Right?

Chapter Six
    The doumbek rhythm that his hands pounded out came from somewhere deep inside, primal in a way he never managed to draw from modern drums. The connection between the skin and his hands was more intimate than anything he could ever broadcast through a stick.
    Saya danced for him, the thong and hipscarf a far cry from anything she’d ever wear on stage or while she was teaching. Real dance was far more modest than what he preferred she wore when they were alone.
    Breasts swaying and hips rolling to his song, she improvised her way along, graceful arms never belying the fact that neither of them knew where the music was going or when it would stop. At times he’d change tempo, just to see how Saya would handle it, but she always managed to make it look good.
    This was precisely why they didn’t have much furniture in the living room. That