Chapter Eight
She peeked out the green room door again, but if anything, it made things worse. Saya smoothed her skirt and tried to tame the amount of flounce effect the crinoline was providing, then started to pace again.
No matter how far she tried to get from everyone as she walked the length of the green room, her skirt kept brushing against them. Finally, Master caught her hand and pulled her to where Winter was sitting back, looking unduly calm.
“I can’t go over this with Mack while she’s wearing a hole in the linoleum. Could you keep her busy without mussing her too much?”
Go over what with Mack? They were blathering about jacks and wires. Nothing important. If anything, every time they got together for practice, it seemed like Master was doing his best to pretend that he and Mack were just regular old friends. The underlying tension, though, along with what he’d confessed had happened in the alley, would have been funny if she wasn’t so nervous about tonight.
It wasn’t just that Mack had a thing for him, no matter what Master was claiming. There was more to it.
Winter looked Saya over in a way that made her feel naked. Nodding, Winter held out her hand. Master grinned and put Saya’s wrist in Winter’s grip.
When the other girl pulled her closer, Saya went reluctantly.
“Don’t do anything bad, Winter. I won’t be able to concentrate on stage.”
“Hmm. Your Master gave you to me to play with. You want me to disobey his wishes?”
Saya lowered her voice. “But you don’t have to listen to him, do you? I mean, you’re not his sub, so you can do what you want.”
“Yes. Yes, I can.” Winter slid a hand up the back of her thigh-high stockings. Saya shivered and her breath caught. How far was she going to take this? They were supposed to go on in less than five minutes.
Apparently, Winter didn’t care. She traced along the tops of her stockings, until she found Saya’s garter and followed it upward, stroking gently over the back of her thigh to her ass.
“What on earth are these?” She coaxed Saya around then lifted the back of her flouncy skirt to reveal the ruffled panties Master had dommed her into. “Oh my.”
“It was either these or no panties,” she said miserably, her cheeks hot. There was no way Winter would understand how it was, having a Dom. “The skirt is so short that when we’re on stage everyone...would see.”
Winter’s breath tickled the back of her thigh when she leaned closer. The sharpness of teeth followed and Saya’s arousal spiked.
“Oh! Ow! Don’t be mean.” She whimpered and tried not to squirm and make it hurt more.
Winter stopped biting and licked her there. Shivers ran up Saya’s body and circled around to make her nipples harder. While the sensation had her distracted, her tormentor hooked fingers into the waistband of her panties and was sliding them slowly down.
She wouldn’t! Anyone could walk in.
“No, Winter, don’t!” She tried to push Winter’s hands away, but Master cleared his throat in the way that meant she was treading on thin ice.
He nodded at Winter, and the underwear resumed their descent. Saya put a hand over her mouth and moaned low.
The room fell into a breathless hush. She knew the men were watching, but she couldn’t bear to look at them.
When her bottom was completely exposed, Winter’s fingertips fluttered over the sensitive skin.
“How are there no teeth marks in this fabulous ass? Ramsay, you’re fired.”
Master’s only response was a chuckle.
Kisses, nibbles, nips and bites rained down on her backside, making her sigh and gasp. Winter’s hand slid up between her thighs with a casual slowness that made Saya want to beg. It almost seemed like her hand was moving toward her pussy by accident. The slightest brush of her callused fingertips against Saya’s labia. She lost control of a high-pitched, keening moan.
Hands on her hips urged her to turn, and she obeyed.
“Hold your skirt out of the way.”
She complied, feeling slutty – no one else had seen her there in a sexual context except Master, and now she was letting this girl she’d only known a short while do whatever she wanted.
Saya had theories about what Winter had in mind, and she hoped she wasn’t wrong. She’d become an eager participant in her own defiling.
The girl bit the inside of Saya’s hip, brushed her lips over her bare mound, inhaled her scent.
“Do you want this?”
She trembled, but nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Her consent brought a genuine smile to Winter’s face before she went back to her task. More little kisses trailed down, headed toward her slit. Her fingers found their way there first, dragging through her moisture. Winter spread her folds and found her clit, leaned in and flicked at it with her wicked tongue. Leisurely, she licked Saya and pressed a finger up into her.
Saya cried out helplessly, legs weakening, pleasure taking control. Then Master was there, an arm clamped around her middle and pinning her arms at her sides, keeping her upright. His opposite hand clamped tight over her mouth.
“Shh, everyone will hear you. They’ll know you’re doing naughty things in here,” he whispered harshly in her ear.
Winter’s tongue darted and twisted and Saya howled behind Master’s hand. Her smooth face pressed between Saya’s thighs, the teasing way she used her tongue, the smaller fingers – so unlike his – a different kind of sexy. Seduction rather than brute strength.
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 a hard 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 they were.
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 of Kneel and 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
The fervor of their audience and the runaway percussion throbbed through her, making her even hornier than when they’d left the green room. The other three seemed into the performance, but otherwise calm. Bastards! When they took a break she was going to tell them off.
The crash of music finally ceased and Master came around the drums to take her hand and lead her off stage. Luther hopped up and grabbed a mic, then told the roiling crowd that they’d be back on in thirty minutes. People were shouting and whistling.
She followed Master, but paused to wait for him as he gave four girls a polite brush-off. It wasn’t unexpected, considering it happened whenever they went out somewhere, but her ears were ringing and the vibrations from the music still buzzed through her. If she didn’t get relief soon, she’d cry. The lighting in the back rooms messed with her eyes and made everything surreal. The green room seemed to have moved miles away.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Mack grabbed the chair he’d been sitting on earlier and wedged it against the door.
They circled her like a pack of ravenous wolves. Saya’s pulse pounded in her throat.
“Did I...sound bad?” Why did they look like they were going to eat her?
“You were amazing.” Winter grinned.
The men agreed.
They didn’t look like they were interested in chatting.
“Bend over, princess.”
“What? Why?”
“Now.” The growl in his voice made it final.
Uneasily, she bent at the waist, giving Winter an intimate view of her ruffles. Unsure of what to do, she braced her hands on her shins.
“Let me help you, Saya.” Mack put a leg on either side of her head and he grabbed her hips. His knees blocked her shoulders, so she couldn’t rise.
Someone yanked down her panties and she cried out in surprise.
“Shh! You don’t want them coming back now, do you?”
“No, Master. I was just surprised. I’ll be good.” The hands on her hips and being bare to them when she was already so turned on was almost too much.
“Do you think she’s horny?” Winter asked, amused.
“If she was any wetter, she’d be dripping on the floor.”
Would not. Her underwear was in the way. Maybe not the best thing to point out.
“Let me go! We have to go back on in a half hour, and if you make me any hotter I won’t be able to sing at all. I won’t go.” She stomped her foot, but it only made them chuckle.
The sound of Master’s belt coming off sent another wave of heat through her.
“No!” She whined. “You’re ganging up on me. It’s not fair.”
“Fair? You’re mine. I decide what’s fair.”
“Yes, Master.” The tension ebbed from her. Master would do what he wanted, because she’d never safeword.
“Maybe I should fuck your ass for the first time while they’re here, watching.”
She tried to fight, but Mack grabbed her hands when they flailed around to block her Master and held them at her lower back.
“No, no!” Saya froze in fear. A tear dripped down her nose and splattered on the toe of Mack’s boot. “You’re too big, Master, please!”
“Shh, shh.” He chuckled. “I didn’t say I was going to, I said maybe I should. Not the same thing. But if I wanted to...” His voice grew serious. “You would take it like a good girl, wouldn’t you?”
She chose not to answer, since there was really no right one. The position was so vulnerable, and her back was starting to hurt from straining against the position in which Mack held her. She relaxed into it and felt the blood pounding in her temples. Being upside down was never comfortable.
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 held out 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 out there 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.
“Jeez. She’s really fucking tight.” Mack murmured.
She whimpered. That had been Mack’s finger?
“Even tighter here.” Ramsay’s finger brushed against her other hole and she squealed, then tried to slap his hand away. Several hands pinned her to Winter.
The touch retreated then gathered wetness close to Mack’s finger. For a moment she worried he was going to wedge a second finger into her pussy. Instead, he painted her bottom hole with her own lubrication and started to work his finger in slowly.
“No!” She moaned into Winter’s mouth. The tension built. Master found more wetness somewhere and withdrew a bit only to push further in.
Around her, they were all breathing heavily, stealing her oxygen. It was too much. Three people around her. Their hands were everywhere. The men’s fingers...
She tried to move but they held her still. Made her take all of the sensations at once. Winter rubbed harder at Saya’s clit and wrapped her other hand around her throat.
“Are you going to come for us, baby?” Mack whispered in her ear.
Fuck.
Saya’s body clamped down and she screamed into Winter’s mouth. Her body rippled and clenched, protesting the very invasion it reveled in. Her orgasm knotted, built, exploded. Two times. Three. She lost count. By the time it ended, she was begging for them to let her stop.
They were around her, holding her. Talking quietly. She felt like a whore, but her body wanted it all again. More. Preferably with more skin-to-skin contact. It wasn’t fair that she was the only one half-naked. Again.
“The way she’s built, DP is probably never going to happen.” Mack was incredulous. “How do you even manage on your own?”
DP? Nuh unh!
“No, DP isn’t going to happen with this one.” Master stroked her back. “Even now I have to be careful. The first time hurt me worse than her, I think.”
“You have a big cock.” Mack seemed to realize what he’d said the moment the words left his mouth.
Way to break the ice on that one, Mack.
An awkward silence ensued and Saya couldn’t stifle her laugh. “Just wait until he tries to make you deep throat. At least it’ll be more humanly possible for you. You’re bigger than I am.”
Both of the men got up, bodies tense, and busied themselves with washing their hands and tidying themselves to go back out.
Their half-hour break was almost done, and they hadn’t relaxed at all.
Winter held her tightly for a minute then kissed her and coaxed her up. The two of them worked on straightening Saya’s outfit and fixing her hair and makeup.
Master came back with her underwear. The thick bulge of cock was still evident in his jeans, but he didn’t demand service from her.
He helped steady her as she stepped into her panties slid them back up her legs.
As they walked back out to greet the crowd, she sighed, horny again. Was staying satisfied for ten minutes unreasonable? She eyed Master and wondered if she was strong enough to drag him back to the green room. What did a girl have to do to get some cock around here?