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

and the fact that she preferred sitting on the floor if she wasn’t on his lap.
    After a long while he sped up and she began to spin, spotting to keep him in sight as much as possible. When she was almost to him, he thumped the drum one last time and she fell to his feet in deep obeisance.
    “That was lovely, princess.”
    “Thank you, Master.” With her forehead to the floor, her words came somewhat muffled.
    Ramsay laid aside the doumbek and saw she was struggling to contain her anticipation. Usually after her dancing pleased him, he rewarded her. Was he getting so predictable?
    “Bring me the plug and the lube.”
    She gasped and gazed up at him. “Noo. Please, Master? I’ll do anything you want.”
    “ Of course you will. Now go.” At the stern words she rose and went to the bedroom, sulking.
    The small plug was a recent purchase and Saya had been completely horrified when he’d brought it home. Although they’d never discussed it as a limit, it just wasn’t something they’d ever done. She was so shy about that area of her body that, to be kind, he’d never pushed her. It had been a whim when he was at the sex shop in Felix looking for a new toy for Saya, but her agitation when she’d seen it and all of the questions she’d had about it made him think she was more interested than she’d ever told him. So it had been sitting in the drawer, silently mocking her.
    When Saya came back, her hands were behind her and her cast-down gaze and pink cheeks made him more confident. She was painfully embarrassed and loving every minute of it.
    She stopped before him and he slowly unknotted the scarlet hip scarf then let it drop to the floor with a crash of its small coins.
    “Look at me. You don’t have permission to look away.”
    Her anxious, mortified expression turned his moderate arousal into steel-hard interest. The scrap of matching underwear was drawn down next, and a fearful moan escaped her.
    “Are you scared, Saya?”
    “Yes, Master.” Her lip quivered and he stroked his hands over her naked flesh.
    “Good. I won’t hurt you. If anything is too uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”
    Saya’s head bobbed jerkily – she trusted him, he knew . This simply wasn’t something they’d done.
    “You’re not going to –” She swallowed and looked like she couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence.
    He let the moment drag on, enjoying her uncertainty. “Fuck your ass? I will, but not just yet. We have to train your body to accept me first.”
    Another whimper escaped her. “O...okay. You’re too big though, Master. I don’t think it’ll ever fit. In there.” She blushed painfully and it amused him that she was still holding the items behind her, as though he’d forget.
    “You let me be the judge of that. If I want to defile your ass, you say what?”
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered, struggling not to drop her gaze.
    He held out his hand.
    The items were handed over with a reluctance that would make passive resistance demonstrators look eager by comparison. He put them on the table at his elbow.
    “You’ll let me do this because it pleases you to please me. Right?”
    “Yes, it does, Master. Even when it’s disgusting and dirty and makes me want to run away and hide.”
    “It’s not disgusting. You used to feel that way about swallowing. You’ll get used to this idea too. Do you think other slave girls get away with dictating which holes their masters can use?” He raised a brow at her.
    “No, Master,” she said, grudgingly.
    “I spoil you. I know how you feel about this, but it’s been years now. Don’t you think I’ve been very patient with you?”
    She bit her lips together. “I just thought you weren’t interested, Master. I didn’t know you were denying yourself something you wanted. If I would have known, I would have tried to be more pleasing.”
    “I know, princess. You’re a good girl. You’ll do this for me.”
    Her nod came with a few tears, which she wiped away