Page 38 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Pain striped her ass. The snap of Master’s belt rang in her ears. She screeched and went up on her toes.

“Yes, yes. I would Master. I want to be a good girl, but I’m scared. Everyone is looking at me.” She wondered how much the others could hear past the muffle of Mack’s jeans.

“Yes, that’s because you’re good to look at, princess.” He stroked the welt he’d left and she caught her breath as the touch got closer to her core.

“The blood must be rushing to her head. Maybe we should let her up.” Winter’s rough fingers scraped gently over Saya’s ass, and she angled her hips to follow, silently trying to guide her to her clit.

“Fine.” Master sighed.

Mack got out of the way and helped her up, steadying her for a minute as her eyes went dark and her head swam.

“You okay?” The dark-haired man smiled at her. Had he always been this sexy?

“I guess.” She grimaced and he laughed, letting her go. Saya leaned down, planning to pull up her panties. The dumb things had been down more than up for the most of the night. Just as she caught the waistband, Master cleared his throat and heldout his hand. Seriously?

She stepped out of the silly confection of underclothes and handed them to him without a complaint. If he didn’t give them back when it was time to go back on, though, she wouldn’t hesitate to beg.

“So what the fuck was up with us out there during the last set? Any theories?” Master went to the mini-fridge in the corner and grabbed a water bottle, cracked it open and chugged it. “Anyone else want one?”

Mack gestured and Master tossed one across the room to him. “It’s hard to say. It could have been the crowd. There was a lot of energy, but it was more than that. Something just seemed to click – something I didn’t even realize we were missing when we were practicing the other night. This place has good acoustics, but it was us, not the rest of it.”

Saya had felt it too when they had been performing, but it was difficult to know if it was her imagination or maybe just about singing in front of strangers for the first time.

“Water, Saya? Winter?”

“I don’t want any right now,” Saya grumbled. “The last thing I want is to have to pee while we’re on stage. Like you jerks haven’t given me enough trouble as it is.”

Master made a strange noise. So what if she was in for it! She was too irritated to care.

“What did you just call me?”

When she didn’t respond, he strode over to her. Her mouth felt like it was filled with sand. He loomed over her and his stern expression made her knees shake.

“I called you a jerk, Master.”

“We’ll be dealing with this when we get home. I won’t tolerate sass from you, understood?” He didn’t raise his voice, but he never had to.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.” Kind of.

When he turned away she slumped onto the couch, as though her strings had been cut. Winter plopped down beside her, then pulled Saya’s legs over her lap. The affection was unexpected, but it felt good.

What was he going to do? Hopefully not corner time. It was so boring.

“I’m pretty sure I know what made us so much better tonight.” Winter’s mouth quirked up on one side. She traced random patterns on Saya’s stocking. “We all went outthere horny as hell.”

“So you think that if we go out there hard up, we’ll play better?” Master snorted.

Mack’s brow quirked. “If that’s the case we’re always going to be in a rush to be done a set.”

Winter turned her head. It seemed only natural for Saya to lean in and kiss her pretty lips. They kissed a while, and soon Saya found herself straddling Winter’s lap, her skirt hiked up to her thighs.

“A lot of bands have rituals they perform before they go on. Maybe defiling your girl is ours.” As Mack set the water bottle down on the small coffee table behind her, Saya looked back at him to see what was going on. He sat on the couch beside them then looked to Master, who nodded.

Nooo...

Someone’s hands pushed her forward to lie belly to belly with Winter, who was slouched and leaning back against the tattered couch. The back of her hem was pulled higher and draped over her lower back, baring her ass,again. Before she could protest, Winter claimed her mouth and held her in place with a hand on the back of her head. Somehow, Winter’s other hand had wedged between them and she quickly found Saya’s clit. It was swollen and too sensitive, and the slightest touch was almost painful. She tried to squirm away, but Master smacked her leg and told her to stay still.

Saya tried, but her Master was running his hand over her bare bottom, and Mack’s hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. A finger toyed in her wetness for a moment then tried to plunge into her, but had to work at it.

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