Well, that answered that.
The future uses for Flamma.
Because there he was, on his knees, thighs splayed, head bowed, arms held behind his back.
Next to him, in the same position, was the well-endowed waiter that brought her the drink at the gladiator pit.
She’d already noted Stellan noticed everything.
But apparently, Stellan missed absolutely nothing.
Both were wearing what the waiter had been wearing: the laced-up chastity cage attached to the black belt.
That was it.
She studied Ami’s bald head.
She then studied Tip’s dark one.
Finally, her gaze went to Jennifer, who was not on her knees, but on her hip, her legs curled in an “s” at her side, her upper body resting into a hand on the floor, but her blonde head was bowed. She wore nothing but what could loosely be termed as a black bathing suit, but it was only strips of material that ran up from a vee at her fully-waxed pubis, over her nipples, her shoulders, probably to disappear in the crevice of her ass.
Stellan again put his mouth to Sixx’s ear, and when he spoke, it was low, only for her to hear.
“You look, you command, you watch, you enjoy … but again, Simone, you do not touch. They are yours to do with as you will. They have no hard limits that you could hit at this party. But they all share the safe word ‘zebra’ just in case you get creative. And you need to know, Tip is hetero as well. But that is not a hard limit, or he wouldn’t have been chosen.”
When she just stood there in his hold, staring down at the bounty she’d been offered, Stellan spoke again.
“Darling, is there a way you’d like to prepare them for the party?”
The better question was, was there a way she wouldn’t like them prepared for the party?
“Boys, lean back on your hands,” she ordered.
They did, almost in unison.
All that muscled meat.
A thing of beauty.
She drew in a delicate breath.
“Jennifer,” she called on the exhale. “Unsnap the cages at the bottom and suck them hard. When you’ve done that, loosen the laces at the top, cinch them back in with their cockheads free, the rest of them caged. If I see them anything but rigid for the rest of the afternoon, this won’t make me happy. And I want not only their shafts, but their balls shiny, and I don’t mean oil.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she replied and moved, going first to Tip.
Sixx looked to Ami and found his attention to her.
The instant he got hers, his eyes lowered.
My, my, my.
He was going to make some Mistress very fortunate one day.
“Is she pleasing to you, Ami?” Sixx asked, her tone less commanding, more gentle.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.
“Would you like to fuck her?” she went on.
“Yes, Mistress,” he repeated.
“When you earn it, I’ll enjoy watching that,” she murmured.
“I’ll enjoy pleasing you,” he replied.
“I’ve no doubt you will,” she said.
She looked to Jennifer, who was curled into a ball and bobbing on Tip’s large and growing larger cock.
Her attention switched back to Ami to see his expression had grown slightly pained.
Her eyes dropped.
He was getting hard behind the confines of his cage.
“You’re welcome to watch your partner get blown, Ami,” she offered.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he muttered, his eyes moving to the action.
Hers did the same.
As she watched, Stellan’s hand shifted down to curl around a cheek of her heated behind.
Her eyes lifted to his profile to find his gaze aimed down at Jennifer.
That was when it struck her.
Now she was not Simone.
She was Sixx, he was Stellan, Mistress and Master, enjoying their subs. His hold was claiming, and sent a message, but it was not commanding. Not now.
In his bedroom, she was his.
Here, she was a different kind of his.
His message was he could give it all to her. Everything she needed.
And everything she wanted.
But she knew that by the look of his bedroom.
Hell, by the existence of Margarita.
No, by a frigging auditorium.
His head turned, and his beautiful blue eyes caught hers.
They flared.
Then they warmed.
“Believe in it,” he whispered, pressing in with his hand, tightening her in his hold, again reading her thoughts. “It’s right there, sweetheart.”
“I can get this on my own,” she told him the truth.
His fingers curled in, taking the fabric of her sarong and rubbing it against her still-stinging ass cheek under the tight material of her swimsuit.
She bit the inside of her lip.
He didn’t miss it.
“No you can’t,” he returned.
“I need a drink,” she replied.
He grinned and slid his fingers out, smoothing the silk over her swimsuit at her behind.
“I think Ami would be disappointed if you didn’t let him serve you while in your presence,” he shared.
“Since when did we allow subs to dictate the proceedings?” she asked.
“For my part, darling, the only slave I care about, she’ll be dictating everything.”
A cascade of tremors fluttered along the insides of her thighs.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem to require a response to that.
“Tell me, how many blows would failing to call and being late have earned one of your playthings?” he asked curiously.
“None, by hand. I’d use a switch,” she answered condescendingly, like he’d blown it.
Which he had not.
“Something to remember,” he murmured, his lips twitching.
She decided to ignore the throb in her clit and instead simply sigh.
A low noise floated up from the floor, and they both looked that way.
Now Ami appeared to be in real pain, which wasn’t a surprise, considering his huge dick was hard as a rock and trapped behind laces that had grown intensely confining.
But Tip was in a serious condition because he was liking what he was getting but he knew it couldn’t culminate.
“Maybe it’s time for her to trade off,” Stellan suggested.
“Not quite, she hasn’t done his balls,” Sixx replied.
Tip groaned.
Sixx smiled.
“See to that,” Stellan ordered Jennifer.
Sixx stopped smiling and snapped her eyes to Stellan.
“I thought you didn’t want to hurry things,” Sixx noted.
Stellan looked back to her. “Darling, Margarita makes exceptional sparkling sangria. And I’m dry. Ami’s already hard. He can fuck her face by the pool. We’ve got guests that are right now guests without hosts.”
She turned to Ami. “How does that sound, my gladiator?”
“Whatever you wish, my Mistress,” he bit out.
“You’ll have to stay trussed on the way to the pool,” she warned.
“As I said, as you wish, Mistress,” he returned.
“Cage Tip, Jennifer, and let’s go,” Sixx ordered.
She stopped laving Tip’s balls, he let out a relieved breath, and she said, “Okay, Mistress,” then sat back but reached for his cage.
Tip’s thighs were trembling.
She’d pushed him to fighting the thrust.
Lovely.
“How are you, Tip?” Sixx asked.
“Ready for anything, Mistress Sixx,” Tip answered roughly.
“Good answer,” she murmured.
“Are we done?” Stellan asked impatiently.
She looked up at him. “You gave me these toys, Stellan. Did you not expect me to play with them?”
“Not in a guest room away from the sangria,” he returned.
She sighed again.
He grinned again.
“You wet?” he asked.
Just the question made her wetter.
“Yes,” she gritted.
“From this,” he jerked his head to what was on the floor, “or me bending you over my bed?”
A noise came from Ami.
Indication Ami had a lock on visualization.
And a hard-on for his unattainable Mistress.
And there it was.
Wetter.
“You were mentioning sangria?” she prompted.
Stellan chuckled.
Sixx looked at the feast on the floor.
Tip was caged, except, well, his tip.
“Right, on your feet. Let’s go,” she ordered.
They got up.
Stellan moved his hand from her ass so he could hold her about the waist.
Thus he guided her out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs and into his massive open-plan kitchen/dining room/family room that spanned the back of the house, with its multiple sets of arched French doors beyond which was a pool, their friends and decadence.
Not a single thing she needed.
No.
Only everything she could ever have wanted.
five
Vital Understanding
SIXX
Sixx reclined on her hip atop a double-wide patio lounge beside Stellan’s fabulous pool, torso propped up on her arm resting on the thick white pad on the tilted back of the lounge.
She had a refreshing glass of chilled, delicious sangria in her hand that tasted of champagne and peaches, her sunglasses over her eyes, and a slab of muscled meat on display on his back in front of her.
She was in retreat.
And she was this in an effort to regroup.
This was because, half an hour before, Stellan had led her out to the pool deck and taken her around, attached to his side, so she could greet his guests, making a point she was there not as Mistress Sixx, friend and fellow believer in the right to partake of your kink.
But instead she was there …
With him.
Obviously, this caused a ripple of intrigued surprise and in some cases (these cases being the people she was closest to, Amélie and Evangeline) out-and-out shock.
Stellan was as smooth as ever, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Sixx went along with the game.
But the instant she could, she found her oasis, removed from the rest in this remote and unoccupied corner of Stellan’s deck, close to the pool house. She walked the sangria Stellan poured for her there, set Jennifer lying on her back in a lounge close to the one Sixx settled in, with Tip on his stomach between her legs, ordered to keep his face in her crotch and nothing more.
Ami, she’d commanded to lay on his back in front of her. He was on a slant, as she was curved into him, but not touching him, his head close to her shins, his big cock released from the laces she’d ordered him to pull out, and he was lazily stroking it at her command.
She was not watching him.
Her eyes through her shades were all the way across the vast pool where Stellan was standing, now wearing his own sunglasses, aviator ones with blue lenses and gold trim, which of course looked ridiculously attractive on him.
Stellan’s friend and fellow Dom, Victor, was standing with him, wearing a pair of loose swim trunks, his furred chest bare, his slightly pouching belly working for him considering the breadth of his shoulders, the bulge of his pecs, and the command of his sub, who was on her hip on a folded towel at his feet like Jennifer had been upstairs.
Clearly Victor’s signature.
Sixx didn’t know Victor very well. He’d come to the club after she’d left. He seemed okay enough and was popular with the female subs.
He was also, she’d heard, like Stellan (but perhaps not as much)—ludicrously wealthy.
But seeing him standing there beside Stellan, tall and built as he was, he seemed … dull. Almost a nonentity.
Because Stellan was matchless. He outshone everything around him. Even just wearing jeans and a linen shirt (and those freaking aviator glasses).
Including outshining her.
Like he knew she needed it, the same as he’d done from Tuesday night to that day, Stellan was where he was, away from her, giving her space.
As were the others.
A benefit to having friends who were in the life. They were far more aware of, in tune with and sensitive to things than people who were not.
Sixx refused to take in the opulence of Stellan’s pool area, what that all meant along with all the rest, and instead looked down at Ami.
Another opulence.
From Stellan.
“Tell me, Ami,” she murmured, “you’ve put on sunscreen, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he rumbled, eyes facing the sky, hand still moving on his cock.
“Do you know if the others have done the same?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “And they have.”
This was good, but if they got into the thick of things, she’d have to remember to give them a break to reapply.
“Do you need sunglasses?” she went on.
“No, Mistress. Thank you. I’m good.”
“All right,” she muttered, her gaze gliding to his slow manipulation of his dick and her mind wondering what it would feel like, what it would look like, to have Stellan laid out before her like that.
Too good by half, she was sure. She knew this because it was that, even just in her head.
Not fair to Ami.
She couldn’t touch him, but she needed to focus on him.
“We need to speak, you and me,” she said quietly. “And when I ask what I’m going to ask, I want you to be honest when you answer.”
“Of course,” he replied.
“When you battle for me, I need to know where you are at the end. In other words, the other night you offered to provide me with your opponent’s cum. Is that something you want to give to me?”
“If it’s something you want.”
The standard submissive reply.
She leaned slightly toward him, but not too close. When she’d looked, Stellan hadn’t been watching her.
But she knew he would find times to turn his attention to her, and she further knew he’d just simply sense if she’d broken his rule.
So she held herself in check.
Why?
She had no idea.
Except for the fact that she’d been claimed at the side of a gladiator pit, and she could think on it all she wanted. Hours. Days. Weeks. Years.
But since she’d been claimed by Stellan Lange … that was that.
Considering how much these thoughts messed with it, and she didn’t need that (ever, but especially not now), she forced her mind back to the conversation at hand.
“That’s not being honest, Ami,” she told him. “I’m asking what you want.”
“May I look at you, Mistress?” he requested.
“Yes,” she answered.
His gaze came to hers.
He had really beautiful eyes. No hair on his head but such insanely gorgeous lashes.
“I’m being honest,” he declared. “I want what you want. If you get off on it, I get off on giving it to you.”
“Pull your cock up harder with each stroke, Ami,” she ordered quietly. “I want to see you stretch for me.”
Those gorgeous eyes flashed, then grew sultry, his teeth sunk into his lower lip, and she switched the direction of her attention to his hand to watch him obey.
Another kind of gorgeous.
She looked back to his face and resumed their discussion.
“I do know how this game is played.”
That made his face stiffen. “I know you do. What I’m saying is if you get off on it, I’ll get off on giving it to you.”
“I get what you’re saying considering you just repeated yourself and I heard you the first time.”
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��With respect, Mistress, I’m not sure you do,” he said.
“Then maybe it’s best you expand on that,” she suggested.
“Right,” he began. “You want to call Tip over here, and you tell me to, I’ll give him a handjob, make him come. For you. I’ll do it fucking his ass, coming up there, if that’s what you want. But also, if you order him to blow me, I’ll take that, shoot down his throat, if that would please you.” His voice changed when he finished, “And if you want him to fuck my ass, me to blow him, I’ll do it. If you get off on it, that’s what I’ll do, and I’ll get off on doing it for you.”
She was beginning to understand.
“The inference is that you wouldn’t do all that for another Mistress,” she noted.
“You’ve read the inference right, my Mistress.”
Surprising. Knowing how her play went with multiple male subs, she would have thought Stellan would have covered this before he offered Ami to her.
“Which parts wouldn’t you do?” she asked with curiosity.
“Take a man’s dick in my mouth, for one,” he told her.
Hmm.
“I’ll let my ass get fucked if I earn that by losing in the pit, or if my Mistress does the fucking. But by a pool with some random guy…” he let that lie.
“I’m sensing these are big concessions,” Sixx remarked.
“You’re sensing right too.”
“Did you tell Master Stellan about these concessions before you arrived today?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Very interesting.
“Such concessions, and I’ve only been with you once and not even in a scene,” she pointed out.
“The first time you had command of me, you didn’t make me jack him because you didn’t know if I’d get off on that. You also made me pull out the second I got done shooting my cum, which was cool. Your Master, he knows how I play it, Tip too, so he made sure we had safe words just in case. But even if I didn’t know all that when it comes to you, this time you asked me if I had on sunscreen and if I needed shades before you asked me if I’d get off on jacking a guy. I don’t need much more to know what kind of Mistress you are, and because of that, the lengths I’d go to get you off.”
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