“Please, Master,” the girl in white was begging. “Please, Winter...Mack?” The three in leather laughed low, but at least one of them – a woman with white blond hair – took pity and kissed her tenderly for a moment before the torment resumed.
“You sing better horny, Saya,” the woman said, as though it was a reminder. “And they love it even more if you cry.”
Watching, and yet trying not to watch, Minnow went from horny to needy in the span of a minute.
“Motherfucking yesss.” One of the men drinking beer saluted Severin with a bottle as soon as he noticed him. “Severin, my friend, you have made my fucking day. Rodrigo, how’s it hanging?”
“Left.”
“Like I haven’t made it my life’s work to know.” Loke winked and waved them in.
Rodrigo pointed to the other two men for Minnow’s benefit. “Geir, Rune. This is Minnow.”
If Minnow had thought the foursome on the other couch would be startled and stop because there was company, she would have been wrong. Instead, the dark-haired man whispered something to the girl in white about how there were strangers watching now, and she whimpered helplessly, her eyes glassing over as he cruelly gripped her hair and forced her to look at Severin, Rodrigo, and Minnow.
“Minnow isn’t easily shocked, I hope?” Loke asked, eyeing her pointedly then flicking a finger at the four people making out. His voice was deep and rasping, amused, with inflections that sounded foreign.
“Hardly,” Severin replied, as Rodrigo snorted.
“Good. We won’t have to move to the other trailer.” His gaze fell to the collar around Minnow’s neck and he inclined his head, then gestured them to a free couch. “The Kink Monsters have entertaining pre-show rituals, which is the only reason we tour with them.”
“And here I thought it was because we shared artistic vision.” The big blond in leather smirked. He held the innocent-looking girl’s throat while the young woman with long white hair used her teeth to make her whimper.
“That too,” Loke conceded.
The girl’s gasps and begging filled the room with explosive sexual tension, although the long-haired men in jeans and T-shirts looked calm, and Severin and Rodrigo didn’t bat an eye.
Severin sat and pulled Minnow into his lap. Rodrigo settled onto the couch beside them. They talked about the bikes for a few minutes, drinking beer, then Loke handed an envelope to Severin. He slid Minnow onto Rodrigo’s lap then put the envelope in his inside jacket pocket.
“Thanks for bringing them out,” Loke said, pushing his long hair back. “We’ll be commissioning more soon.”
“More?” Rodrigo laughed. “You’re going to have to grow extra asses.”
Rune’s laugh rumbled. “Loke is already a huge ass.”
“That’s my dick you’re thinking of.”
“True. You know I dream about your dick ever since that night in Prague.”
“Dreams and nightmares are entirely different,” Geir said with a shudder then winked at Minnow.
Other than the girl in white and Minnow, everyone in the trailer laughed. She felt as if she’d stumbled into metalhead kinkster Narnia.
“You’re staying for the show?” Rune asked.
“Of course.” Severin listened to both bands all the time while he worked. It wasn’t music she would have chosen before they’d met, but it was amazing how getting fucked by a dirty, sweaty man to a certain kind of music soon made the whole genre seem fiercely sexual.
The girl in white got pushed to the floor, and she laid her head on the blond man’s knee. Her three tormentors spoke to her quietly as they petted
her, urging her to calm down as she squirmed and wept and pleaded for an orgasm.
Minnow tried to slide off of Rodrigo’s lap onto a free bit of couch, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her in place, facing away from him.
“I like you in this position,” Rodrigo whispered in her ear, putting a hand around her throat so she couldn’t jerk her head away. “I can feel how hot your pussy is even through your jeans.” She wriggled, trying to slide off his lap again, but only succeeded in finding his huge hard-on with her ass cheek. “You liked watching that poor girl suffer? Do you wish we’d do that to you here, in front of these strangers?”
“No, Mr. Solis.” She shot a look at the men, who were still talking to Severin, but weren’t trying to hide the fact that they were also watching Rodrigo’s interaction with her.
“Liar. The way you’re breathing is giving you away.”