Page 56 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

“Cross, you bastard, have you fucked Gemma in my shop?”

“Yes, but I own the building, right, so technically...”

Malachi swore and started to laugh, then tried to get Cross in a headlock, whichresulted in him hanging awkwardly from his neck.

“Do you two need some alone time?” Winter asked sweetly. “We can take off, if you want to lock up and go at it.”

“Fuck off, my dear,” Malachi said affectionately. “I get enough sex. The last thing I need is to screw this ugly bastard.”

“Gemma and Izzy told me that I’m pretty and you’re just jealous,” Cross asserted.

“Yes, you’re lovely. When you’re a famous supermodel, you’d better not forget the little people.”

“Little? These nice folks don’t need to hear about the size of your dick.”

“I’ll show you the size of my dick, up close and personal.”

“Hang on while I grab my microscope and tweezers.”

Ramsay watched the exchange, amused, but overwhelmed by the dynamics. He knew a few other Doms from when they lived in Cali, but he wasn’t used to chumming around with them like this. Most of his adult life had been he and Saya alone, focused on each other.

“Is this for your gig tonight, Winter?” Cross asked.

“Yup. We had Saya in a little white dress last night, but she needs something new.”

“I might have the perfect thing. Just came in this morning.” He looked Saya up and down with a professional eye and went into the back.

“We should send her out in pigtails tonight,” Mack mused.

“Like I don’t get enough creepy propositions without them?” Saya smoothed the hem of the pink dress.

It was true. The way the audience had looked at her the night before had made Ramsay want to shove her behind him so he could protect her. They’d all joked about dressing her up for shows while they’d spent weeks practicing, but she’d come to him on her own and insisted they do it. Anything to help the band get a leg up, including exploiting herself. Music had never been her passion the way dance was, but she knew how important this was to him. Saya was just that kind of girl.

When Cross returned, he was shaking out a short red cape with a hood.

Winter’s evil laugh when she saw it had Ramsay reaching for his wallet.

*

The rhythm poured through him, funneling through the erratically lit room, a tide of audio violence that nourished the crowd with its virulent energy. He could see little past the drums, the occasional glimpse of his lovers as they stalked the stage, adding their own thrums, screeches, growls and wails to the wild cacophony that they somehow moulded into music. Raw, vicious, evil. It sucked him in, digested his essence, vomited him back out.

Between songs, Little Red Riding Hood would appear at his side, pressing against him, groping him through his jeans, running fingers up under his t-shirt. No one could see what she was doing past the drums. She was a mess, but sounded like such a sweet girl tonight, longing, desperate.

The crowd wanted to eat her alive. Half of them would probably sustain wanking injuries after the show.

Before they rolled into yet another song, Saya went to Winter and kissed her on the lips. Winter twisted a hand in her hair and kissed her back hard. The spectators roared and Sprawl reverberated with their approval.

Capitalizing on the primeval vibe rolling off the crowd, Ramsay beat his way through the intro of their most aggressive song,Suffer. The others crashed in, Mack screaming like a lunatic while Saya’s voice was quiet, pleading.

She screams, her tears lovely (make me beg)

More beautiful in the reflection of my blade (only you see me)

The fear in her eyes

The evil festering in my soul (the suffering you bring)

Blood drips and I’m lost in her pain

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