Page 57 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Mine to do with as I will (Master, i am yours)

Suffer (moans)

No one hates me more than me

She plays with my demons

Fuck, his cock was hard. They’d worked her up at their apartment before theshow, knowing they’d have no private access to the green room. Then, after they’d arrived, he’d sat her in his lap while they waited for their turn, touching her when no one was looking. He’d sent her to the restroom with Winter five minutes before they hit the stage, where Winter reported they’d made out in one of the stalls.

As the song jammed to its natural halt, the growl of the crowd took over where silence would have been. He looked up just as someone jumped the stage. Another stage dive. There were a lot of those when they played, which he felt was a mark of approval.

The guy didn’t jump off again. Instead, he went straight for Saya. Ramsay bolted off of his stool, but the man had grabbed her by the arm, hard enough to make her cry out. As Ramsay ran toward them, the man tried to kiss her. He got to her side at the same moment that Mack drove a fist into the assailant’s face. The jackass hit the floor like a bag of dirt, banging his head on the painted plywood. Security dragged him off, but several other guys followed, looking like they were going to curb stomp him in the parking lot.

Ramsay had to follow. The rage that boiled up inside him demanded that he kick the guy’s ass, personally. In all of their time together, no other man had ever laid a violent hand on his woman, and he was damned if he was going to let this slide. He kissed Saya’s forehead and told her to stay inside with Winter, to go to the green room. Their set was over anyway. Mack chased him out, trying to convince him not to beat the guy to death, but Mack didn’t look calm either.

When they got to the street, friends had spirited the guy away. A frustrated helplessness burned at Ramsay. He asked around to see if anyone knew if the guy was a regular, or knew where he lived. No one knew him.

Mack coaxed him back to the green room. Saya was upset, but more because Ramsay had taken off than anything else. The girls held each other, Saya half-draped over Winter’s lap. Another band had taken it upon themselves to keep an eye on them until Ramsay and Mack returned, just in case the guy showed up again. Ramsay thanked them.

They packed up fast and the other band left to give them privacy. There was a knock.

When Mack opened the door, Law and Luther stood there, their expressions dour.

“I’m sorry, Saya. That should never have happened. The next time you guys play here we’ll make sure we have extra security watching the stage.”

“That asshole is banned for life.” Luther looked personally affronted. “Stupid misogynist fucktard. Guys like that give metalheads a bad reputation.”

“You guys kicked ass, though. I’d say you were twice as good as the other bands we had out tonight. Considering two of them used to be my favorites, that’s saying something.” Law smiled grimly.

“Thanks,” Mack replied. The girls smiled back at them, which made Ramsay feel a little crazy. Why couldn’t the bar owners be ugly or ancient? He had to get all of them the fuck out of there.

“Sorry, we have to go.” He urged the girls up and past the owners, not caring if it was rude, even considering the chance they’d given them.

“Ramsay, I take personal responsibility for what happened,” Luther said, following them to the door. “If it’s any consolation, he got his ass beaten in the parking lot.”

“I’m not pissed at you or Law. I just have to get her home and calm the fuck down. Did you see her arm? His handprint is a big purple bruise there. I wish I knew where that fucker lived.” They clasped hands briefly. “We’ll come get the rest of our shit tomorrow.”

“Sure. See you then.”

Mack insisted on driving, which suited Ramsay just fine. He was too pissed off to be behind the wheel. Instead he sat in the back with Saya, holding her close and kissing her head, her palms, her nose, as she tried to reassure him, too.

The short drive to their apartment seemed to take forever. In his mind, Ramsay had killed the guy who’d attacked Saya about fifty different ways before they pulled into the driveway. She seemed fine, but he was anything but.

When they got in, Mack settled them on the couch and took the initiative of making them drinks. Just the one drink helped bring things into perspective.

“That’s what we’re going to have to do.” He broke into the middle of a conversation. “Saya has to drop out. I can’t keep her safe if I’m playing. I’m too far away.”

“We can keep her safe, Ramsay. Between Winter and me, and the added security, it’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to quit, Master. It’s fun.” She stroked his arm, trying to calm him and change his mind.

“That’s right, Saya. Don’t quit. You’re like our not-so-secret ingredient. We were good without you, but with you we’re un-fucking-believable.”

Anger crested, snapping in his head. “Mack, are you encouraging my slave to disobey me?” Ramsay was on his feet, dragging Mack up by the front of his shirt beforehe knew what his hands were doing. Mack set his drink down fast, and it slopped over the side of the glass to dribble down the edge of the table.

Mack didn’t back down. He looked him in the eye, challenging. “You can’t control every aspect of her life, Ramsay. She’s a person. If she wants to play, let her. She loves it and she makes us way better than we were with just the three of us.”

Ramsay yanked Mack into his personal space, staring him down. “You watch your step with me, you little fuck. She’s mine. I make the fucking rules. You shut the fuck up.”

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