Naya shifted ever-so-slightly in her seat.
Sixx grinned gleefully and leaned across the table. “And wait until you see him. He’s a gladiator.”
Naya also leaned across the table, her naturally wide eyes even wider. “As in, he fights for his Mistress?”
Sixx nodded. “It’s spectacular.”
Stellan’s hand came to rest on the small of her back.
At his unspoken command, she sat back and looked to him.
He looked amused, and he looked edgy.
Interesting.
When she turned back to Naya, she saw something had clouded her face.
She didn’t have to ask after it when Naya said, “So he fights for you.”
“If claimed by another, he’ll fight for her, if she can afford to buy his place in the ring,” Sixx told her.
“I see,” Naya murmured.
“And I know the owners of the pit,” she continued. “So if you decide to claim him, and want him to fight, if the fee is too hefty, since Ami enjoys it, and I would suspect any Mistress he would allow to claim him would too, I’m sure an arrangement could be made to keep him there.”
Another choking noise from Aryas just as Stellan let out a soft chuckle.
“This shouldn’t be an issue,” Naya declared. “I’m a retired model.”
Of course she was.
“My career was relatively … successful,” she carried on humbly, not needing to share that was likely a huge understatement. “And I’m now the creative director for an online fashion magazine that’s become quite popular.”
And she was hitting all the highs.
But if there was one she might miss, it would be the biggest one, and for Sixx it loomed over the table like a suffocating shroud.
“Considering you’re finishing training, I can imagine you’re keen to have a variety of experiences with a variety of different subs,” Sixx noted leadingly.
Only for Naya to shake her head.
She also squared her shoulders.
“As it is out there in the other world, I understand so it will be here. But I never found a man out there because something was missing. Now I know what I was missing. I also know if I ever found a man who I would want to be a part of my life, he would need to take his place in this part of my life. So like everybody, I’m looking for somebody. I just have learned, even if it will still take some searching, I can only find him in the right places.”
“If you fall for Ami, I’m so totally claiming your bridal shower,” Sixx blurted, only for a beautiful blush to strike Naya’s cheeks and her eyes to get big again.
She’d started it, she might as well just go with it.
“It’ll have a whips and chains theme,” she joked.
“I don’t yet know how to use a whip. But they don’t really do much for me. I prefer switches. And paddles,” Naya replied. “Though I’ve grown rather adept with ropes and chains.”
Sixx smiled hugely.
Naya took that in and tipped her head absolutely and beguilingly coquettishly to the side. “Can I take that as approval?”
Naya’s and Aryas’s drinks came as Sixx replied, “Completely and totally.”
Naya returned Sixx’s huge smile.
“A Mistress meeting of the minds,” Aryas muttered.
Stellan lifted his martini Aryas’s way, saying, “Well-chosen, my friend.”
“I should go into business with this matchmaker shit,” Aryas replied, glanced between Sixx and Stellan and said, “Oh wait…”
Everyone in the booth laughed, and then everyone engaged in small talk for the next twenty minutes—small talk that proved Naya was just as lovely as she seemed—before Stellan’s mouth came to her ear.
“Darling, Ami has arrived, and he awaits your verdict,” he whispered there.
She looked to her man, then to the hunting ground, saw Ami in it, standing leaning a forearm on top of one of the high tables there with a glass of beer in front of him, wearing a suit and looking totally fuckable.
His gaze was on her.
“Will you excuse me, baby?” she murmured to Stellan.
Stellan slid out of his seat and took her fingers curled around his hand to help her out.
Always class, her Stellan.
She gave him a look of gratitude before she moved across the hunting ground to Ami’s table.
She barely rocked to a halt before he rumbled, “I’m … fucking … in.”
Sixx nearly burst out laughing.
“So I take it you saw Mistress Naya.”
He raised his brows.
That she was taking as a “yes.”
“All right, my gladiator. Let’s get this show on the road.”
He just emitted a low growl.
And again she was fighting laughter.
She turned and walked back to the table to see both Stellan and Aryas out of the booth with Naya sliding out.
Sixx went to Naya, suddenly nervous.
Ami was in. Ami was hot. Ami was built. Ami was a great sub. And Ami was a good guy.
But he might not be everyone’s cup of tea.
“Naya?” she called while Naya looked at her feet as she took them at the side of the booth.
She raised those big browns, and they were flashing.
“That’s him?” she asked.
“Yes,” Sixx answered.
“Can I start now?” she asked.
And yet again, Sixx held back her laughter, but her next, “Yes,” was shaking.
“Brilliant,” Naya said on a sharp nod.
She then moved away.
“I’ll have our drinks refreshed, then we can make our way to the observation room,” Stellan murmured and moved to the bar.
Aryas shifted in beside her as Naya oozed her way, with rounded hips swaying, toward the door to the playrooms, her head turned, her eyes locked on Ami, and Ami prowled toward her.
“So Stellan’s your Master, eh?” Aryas asked at her side.
Sixx kept her eyes on the couple as Naya stopped at the door, and Ami reached around her to open it for her.
Both did this without breaking eye contact.
Superb.
“Shut up, Aryas.”
“You’re happy,” Aryas declared, and as Naya and Ami had disappeared, she turned to him.
“Shut … up, Aryas.”
“I’m so fucking happy you found your happy, I’d kiss you if I didn’t think Stellan would take my head off for it.”
“He knows we’re friends.”
“Babe, you did not see his face when you were talking about your gladiator. Careful there, my beauty. You got a man on your hands who is not into sharing, and you let a Dom claim you who happens also to be that man, and that magnifies that kind of shit about ten million times.”
Good Lord.
She was offended.
Actually offended.
“I’d never be untrue to Stellan.”
“I figure that. I figure he knows that. It won’t matter dick. Man like that will piss on his patch as a matter of course, even if he lived alone on an island. If something really matters, there’ll be hell to pay. My advice is you take that in, beautiful, because when it comes to you, there’s a lot of ways that could go south.”
In some ways, what he was saying was obvious.
In others, she had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’m in love with him, Ary, and he is with me,” she shared. “So that kind of thing doesn’t factor.”
Aryas looked stunned.
That look didn’t last long before it melted to elated.
Then he muttered, “Fuck it.”
After that, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head, pulled her in, and kissed her forehead.
Holy God.
When he moved back, she snapped, “You’re totally stepping all over my rep.”
“Baby, Mistress Sixx is dead, now long live the queen.”
She kept snapping. “You’d be annoying if you weren’t so
damned sweet and I didn’t like you so much.”
He grinned at her, touched her nose with a finger, and lumbered away.
She let out a hefty sigh.
Stellan materialized by her side, and she jumped.
She turned to him.
He handed her a fresh drink, asking, “What was that?”
“Aryas totally disrespecting Mistress Sixx,” she answered.
“Darling, you do know everyone in this room knows I tie you up and do very naughty things to you,” Stellan noted carefully.
“Whatever,” she muttered.
It was his eyes that were sparkling then as he offered an arm. “Shall we go watch Naya do very naughty things to Ami?”
She wrapped her fingers around his elbow. “Sure.”
He shook his head at her, then moved them toward the doors.
When they were out of earshot of everyone, if not eyeshot, he asked, “Have you a clue how much I adore you?”
She looked up at him as he slid out of her hold to open the door.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His face got soft. “Good.”
He indicated the opened doorway with his head.
Sixx moved through, stopped on the other side, and waited to take her man’s arm so they could watch an extraordinarily beautiful woman do very naughty things to an amazingly good-looking man.
* * *
My, my, my.
“I think it’s safe to say she’s a natural,” Stellan murmured at her side.
Sixx would very much agree.
She’d tabled him.
Christ, like a champ.
That and chained him to the wall.
Ami’s thick neck was in an iron band attached to the wall. His big fists were attached to the wall at his wrists. And his long legs were up, spread wide and cocked, braces above his knees attached to chains attached to the wall holding his massive thighs wide and relatively stationary, cuffs around his ankles, also chained to the wall, spreading his calves wider.
His bare ass was at the very edge of the table.
And his cock, balls and ass cheeks were covered with dried drips of aqua-blue wax.
Naya was coquettish.
She’d been flirting with him all night.
In a kickass, Mistress-with-an-edge kind of way.
Her body was covered in a teddy, the entire front panel a complicated pattern of see-through, delicate aqua lace, the arms of the three-quarter sleeves stretch-aqua netting leading to a band of lace below her elbows. The vee at the front was deep, the lace at the bottom cut high to expose hipbones.
She’d kept on her high-heeled silver sandals, her hair was down and bounding around her shoulders and her ample chest. She also had refreshed her berry lipstick repeatedly, doing this after leaving it staining Ami at his neck, nipples, inner thighs, balls and cock.
The woman was already a master Mistress with restraints and wax.
And it was not her beauty or her body that had Ami’s complete attention.
He was so deep in the zone for her, the world was gone, and Naya and what she’d do to him next, but mostly how much he wanted whatever that was, were the only things on his mind.
And what she intended to do to him next made Sixx lock herself firmly in one of the four comfortable armchairs Aryas had set in the observation room that was outside a one-sided window that took up the entire wall.
Her mouth was watering.
And her nipples were tingling.
Naya was approaching him with a large cock.
Ami’s own cock was so huge and swollen, it was nearly purple, and they heard his chains rattle through the open speakers as she approached him with that phallus.
“He’s going to come,” Sixx whispered.
“He’ll hold,” Stellan whispered back.
Okay then …
Sixx was going to come just watching.
God.
“Zzzzsss,” they heard Naya make the sexy sound she made often when she was calming Ami as she approached between his legs. “You’re with me, no?” she asked.
His head bobbed against the wall.
Oh yes.
He was totally with her.
In a somewhat surprising move, she trailed the head of the phallus over his balls, his cock, up his boxed abs, between his pecs, up his throat, his chin.
“Open,” she bid.
My.
My.
My.
“Well played,” Stellan murmured.
He could say that again.
Ami opened.
Naya slid the cock inside his mouth.
Damn.
“Suck, mon guerrier,” she ordered.
He sucked, hard.
Holy hell.
“I like this very much,” Naya cooed to her chained sub.
Taking his attention at his mouth, and with her eyes on him as he sucked cock, he missed what else she was up to, and his entire big body bucked so hard Sixx worried the chains would tear out of the wall when she drove two fingers up his ass.
“I’m inside you everywhere, Ami,” she purred, fucking his mouth and his ass. “Do you like your Mistress inside you?”
His head bobbed again.
“Yes, you do,” she decreed in a playful tone.
And then in a move so swift Sixx nearly missed it, if not the culmination of it, the cock was out of his mouth, and she was driving it up his ass.
His chest pounded out, his long legs cranked wide, and his mouth opened on a roar that began unintelligibly and ended in “Yes, Mistress, fuck me, take me, goddamn fuck.”
Sixx had also missed that Naya had lubed her fingers, so he was primed to take that cock.
But he was primed in more ways than one.
And he was going to be more primed.
Naya wrapped her elegant hand around his dick and started pumping, the wax drips peeling off, slithering to the floor.
“Beg for more, mon guerrier,” she ordered.
“Fuck, yeah, more, Mistress. Take my ass. Fist my junk. Fuck me, fuck me.”
It was the first time her inexperience shone through, or perhaps the show was just too good for her to carry on, but she ended it in Sixx’s estimation far too soon as Naya drove the cock home, grabbed tight to his balls, squeezed and commanded. “Come immediately.”
With zero delay, on a thundering cry, Ami’s cum jetted up his chest, his hands in fists, his neck straining, his body pumped so huge, every vein that could pop had, and his legs jacked so wide, the pain of the pull down his inner thighs had to be immense.
“More, Mistress,” he grunted, still shooting. “More. Squeeze me. Pump me. Fuck me.”
She went back to the cock and did the best she could with only two hands until there was nothing but weak spurts of milky fluid coming from the tip of his cock, his huge body convulsing before it went slack.
Naya did not cease, though her movements at cock and ass had slowed, gone gentle, when she asked softly and with the reverence her sub’s performance demanded, “I would like to keep going, Ami. How do you feel?”
He could barely focus on her, but he managed it as he managed to growl, “I … am … yours.”
And that was all she could take.
Sixx shot out of her seat.
“Darling?” Stellan called.
She reached down, grabbed his hand, tugged him out of his seat and pulled him out of the observation room.
“We shouldn’t leave, Simone,” Stellan told the back of her head.
She didn’t listen.
She dragged him to the Dom Lounge, into it, right to her locker.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured.
She punched in the combination, yanked the locker open and looked up at him.
“Please be quiet,” she whispered.
His eyes roamed her face.
Then he dipped his chin to her.
God, she loved … this … man.
She reached into the locker, felt around, found the two things she wanted, and she k
new Stellan had to see them when she pulled them out.
He said nothing as she slammed the locker closed, grabbed his hand, and lugged him out of the Dom Lounge.
He still said nothing when she took him to the doors, four of them, that stood close together, thankfully close to the Dom Lounge.
The isolation rooms.
They were called this because they were no bigger than a very small closet.
And with the lights out, they were completely dark.
Aryas had other isolation play at the Honey, namely tanks of water you could put a sub in to do things to them.
These smaller rooms were different. Constricted space. No light. No sound. So dark, some Doms wore night vision goggles to play with their subs in them (and the cameras in the room definitely had night vision).
This was not what Sixx wanted.
She looked at the panels outside the rooms, found three were unoccupied, and opened the door to one.
She immediately hit the switch that told the control room it was occupied.
She tugged Stellan in.
The light was on, she kept it on, and she and Stellan were everywhere since the entirety of the small space was mirrored. Even the ceiling. This, obviously, for other types of play, not isolation.
“Jacket off,” she ordered.
She was not looking at him, but she could feel his eyes on her even as she felt him shrug off his jacket.
He dropped it to the ground.
“Face the back wall. Open your shirt,” she commanded shortly. “Completely.”
No hesitation, Stellan did it.
She positioned behind him, reached around and undid his trousers.
“Legs wide,” she kept at him.
He planted his legs wide as she yanked his pants down, glorying in watching through the mirror as his thick, hard, handsome cock sprung free.
She also saw he had his shirt open, it was hanging loose, exposing an inch of skin from throat to cock.
“Hands to the mirror.”
Stellan put his hands to the mirror.
She lubed the large vibrator, tossed the tube to the ground, and looked over his shoulder into the mirror, right into his burning, penetrating, dark blue eyes.
“It’s not him. It’s you,” she told him, her voice shaking with emotion.
He dipped his chin again.
“I need it,” she stated.
“Then take it,” he replied, curt, sharp, like a dare.
Like an order.
Eyes to his, she turned the vibrator all the way to high, positioned it at his ass, and drove it deep.
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