Page 83 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

Luther had come to them before they went on, ecstatic they had filled Sprawl to capacity, but it made it hot as fucking Hades on stage. Three of them had stripped down as far as they could go – he and Mack were shirtless, and Winter was down to a bra and jeans. During break she’d gone looking for electrical tape to cover her nipples, but as soon as Mack had helped her put on the taped x’s, Ramsay had gone uber Dom on her ass and made her put the bra back on. His subs all got ogled far too much, as far as he was concerned. Sending them out unmarked pained him. Fantasies of heavy chains around their necks held shut with padlocks led to more concrete plans to get his ass to a hardware store before their next gig. It was either that or the widest leather collars with spikes that he could find. Maybe even with tags that labeled them as his.

Sometimes they made him feel like a greedy two-year-old with new toys.

Mine, mine, mine.

Maybe writing his name on them in indelible marker would be enough to calm this claiming urge that twisted in his guts. Crazed obsession didn’t hold a candle to how he felt. He’d owned Saya for so long that he’d forgotten this stage, the all-consuming need to let people know that for their own safety, they’d best move along. With three it was exponentially more difficult. There were so many of them to keep track of – so many people who wanted to take them off of his hands. He felt like if his attention wandered for a moment, if he paid too much attention to one over the others, that he’d lose them all. He had to work on trusting them not to run off, although the bond they shared wasn’t written in stone. Either they’d stay or they wouldn’t.

It wasn’t just sexual obsession anymore. He watched them owning the stage. They might be his submissives, but they weren’t in need of paternalistic guidance from him. It wasn’t a father figure dynamic that he had with them. The group of them, as a whole, just felt right. On nights when they didn’t hang out together, he felt the void.

But the Winter and Spider thing was messing that up. There had to be a way to fix it.

Mack led them into the next song and Ramsay caught up in about half a beat. Getting lost in his thoughts on stage didn’t happen often, and he had to make sure it didn’t become a habit.

Watching his band mates, half naked, their skin glistening with sweat. Screaming. The wailing of guitars. An on stage orgy for the entertainment of the masses. Mack strode past, headed for the other side of the stage, the epitome of confident virility. Wide shoulders veed down to a narrow waist, firm hips, a gorgeous ass. He’d given up trying not to check out Mack’s ass. As a straight guy who’d had his dick in that ass several times, he felt that he’d earned the right.

Ramsay played hard, the rhythm taking over his hands, violently rolling, staccato, then a beat that made him want to lay a beating on someone or fuck them until they pleaded for mercy. Winter stood off to the side, starting to get comfortable moving around her corner of the stage, looking like she was too fucking cool to be there with them. There was no softness about her on stage, no indication that she was anything but all metal, all the time.

The sheen down her spine made him want to lick her there, to hold her still and tease her. Watch Mack tie her and listen to the noise he drew forth. More than anything he loved to spank her, watching the tough girl melt away under his hands, succumbing to his dominance more easily every time it happened. She fought hard, but when he flicked that switch in her brain, she was his, soul stripped bare.

He smirked. The Ice Queen had come in her hair. Performing in front of several hundred people.

His come.

Mine.

The pit was going crazy. There was a pile-up of people in the front and the security guards at the edge of the stage moved forward to make sure no one was getting crushed. A quick scan of the crowd showed several people mouthing the words along with Mack. That they were liked enough for people to memorize lyrics was fucking mind-blowing.

Saya swayed in front of them all, looking succulent and vulnerable. Innocent, yet as much a front person for the band as Mack. Her command of the stage was more subtle, but no less powerful. Just when he’d thought that he’d gotten his infatuation with her under control, some new facet of her personality showed itself, amazing him, and making him want her all the more. If anything, their relationship with the other two had made him take her less for granted.

She undulated across the stage, her bellydance movements now commonplace during their shows. The fans loved it, but Ramsay loved it more because it reminded him of when she danced naked for him when they were alone.

He was hers as much as she was his. He was well and ecstatically ensnared.

As the final crash of music fell to silence and the noise of the crowd rose to fill it, Ramsay stalked to the front of the stage, still not trusting that the guards could protect his lovers like he could.

The Kink Monsters filed off, headed for the green room. Lawson was waiting outside the door with a man Ramsay didn’t recognize. The bar owner motioned them inside, and Ramsay did a quick mental inventory of the room – they’d picked up the blanket and most of the clothes were stuffed into bags. He’d given them all orders to go on stage without underwear, but he wasn’t sure where they’d ended up...

“Guys, this is Eddie Rheal. He’s one of the organizers for Divine Gorgon’s North American tour. He heard about you through the grapevine and came out to see if you were any good.”

Divine Gorgon? Why would an organizer for one of the state’s biggest death metal bands be skulking around a dive bar in Felix to listen to them?

“Hey, good to meet you.” The wraith-like man, about twenty years their senior, shook their hands as though it was a pleasantry he was only familiar with in theory. Not a used car salesman of the metal world, then.

“Thanks for coming out.” Mack’s sinister charm slid to the fore, and Ramsay mentally sat back to watch. “You’re not one of the regulars here.”

“No, I actually had to put the address in my GPS to find the place. It’s a shame, because this place reminds me of how things used to be, before Divine Gorgon got big.” He nodded at Luther as he entered the room. “These gentleman know their shit.”

Luther handed him one of the beers he’d been carrying, and the guy accepted gratefully.

“Anyway, I didn’t come to fucking sightsee. The opening band that Divine Gorgon had for their tour backed out at the last minute. Their front man’s wife is newly pregnant and he decided he couldn’t miss that whole thing.” Eddie took a chug of his beer, then checked out the label. Sprawl carried a lot of micro-brewery stock. “The band is recording right now, so they don’t have time to dick around looking for a replacement. They sent me scouting. I’d heard about you from my kids – they saw the fight video, but really liked your sound. When I found out there were a bunch of fan recordings up on YouTube, I watched them, then showed them to the guys. They sent me with an offer.”

Ramsay looked at the others. Divine Gorgon wasn’t exactly a household name, butthey were big enough to get his attention. A tour this soon? It had never crossed his mind, but this was the kind of opportunity they needed if they were going to get anywhere with the band. Every step counted – even fronting for another band. It was exposure.

The other three looked deep in thought.

“When does this tour start? How long does it last?” Saya was the first to jump in. She unclasped her short red cloak and threw it on one of their duffle bags.

“We start off in New York in two weeks. There are about two or three shows a week booked for the next six months, and we have dates all over the States and a few in Canada. All of the details are here.” Eddie held out a manila envelope and Mack accepted it from him.

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