Page 36 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Closer...so close. Saya squirmed, trying to get her hands down far enough to push the underwear lower, desperate to open her legs. If she didn’t come soon, she was going to hurt somebody.

“Shit.” Mack laughed.

The three of them turned to see Luther and Law standing in the doorway, their eyes avid and mouths hanging open.

Winter leaned back casually, slid her finger out of Saya, then pulled up her underwear for her. “Are we on?” She popped her finger in her mouth and sucked off Saya’s wetness, then got to her feet and kissed her on the nose.

Taking her lead, the rest of the band copied her cool indifference. They gathered their stuff and walked past the bar owners, ignoring their continued surprise. Saya had ahard time not lowering her head as she went past them, but the others had put her in the middle of the line and she felt sheltered from the worst of it.

It wasn’t like Law and Luther could be that easily shocked right? They looked like worldly guys.

Saya focused on the way her sensitized clit rubbed as she walked, remembering the feeling of Winter’s mouth there. Her nipples were like bullets in the bodice of her dress.

Don’t look at the crowd.

Keeping her eyes off the audience and taking on her sweet, innocent persona wasn’t difficult when she began to realize just how packed the bar was.

As the others took their places on stage, they all made eye contact with her one after the other and gave her reassuring smiles. Winter winked, which made Saya duck her head and blush hotly. Winter hadn’t even had time to go wash her face, which meant...

Saya closed her eyes and fought the urge to go behind the drum set, kneel, and beg Master to make her come. Whether he took her backstage or right there, she’d agree to almost anything at that point.

The onslaught of percussion washed over her, the vibration a poor substitute for the vibrator she wished she had right then. Mack’s guitar burst into the fray, and Winter’s bass rattled her teeth.

When Mack started to sing, Saya’s voice followed along – understated, full of longing. Violence erupted just beyond the stage lights and she glanced up. People were already jumping, launching themselves into each other. Watching the four of them. Some were looking at her with hunger.

If they only knew how horny she was. Was the scent of her arousal reaching them? It was all she could smell.

Fear wanted to take over, but it was held at bay by her neediness. It was hard to be afraid when all she wanted was cock...or tongue...

By the end of the first two songs, she started to feel the power that came with this. A bite of her lip or twirl of her hair and the audience would go almost as wild as when one of the instruments took off on a rant. Could she be part of the band and not just a back-up singer? At first it had felt like being the tambourine girl in a sixties band, but now she was part of this, her voice one of the instruments.

Sprawl was packed. The owners must have called in favors to get this many people here, although Master said he’d overheard Law bragging about how good theywere.

A mosh pit started and a few guys rushed on stage, which startled her, but they dove off into the crowd to land on supportive hands. She’d forgotten that might happen, and for a moment she’s been ready to run behind Winter and hide. Dork.

The energy in the room was raw and powerful, wild and uninhibited. The crowd smelled of beer, sweat, and powerful men. Society might have made them behave like civilized people most of the time, but here they were free not to be civilization’s bitch. Master often ranted about this, but she’d never understood or felt it, until now.

Mack sang the first line ofKneeland her mind rushed to catch up.

Little girl, be afraid (i am)

The man to whom you kneel

Has teeth that will rend your flesh (i submit)

Civilization has abandoned him

He isn’t who you think (i love him)

Your magic word might not work (it will not pass my lips)

The monster controls him

It eats your screams (i will feed him well)

Kneel if you must

It’s a dangerous game you play

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