She looked back to the scene where Ami was roped bent over the end of a spanking bench. His arms were trussed from the tops of his biceps to his wrists at his back in what could only be described as a work of art, not near the work of a trainee, the ropes and knots also spanning his beefy thighs.
He’d been ordered to don a modified jock strap that bound his waist and under his buttocks but was open at the front, the elastic only surrounding his privates, not obscuring them. More rope was tied around his balls, and tight knots bound the length of his hard shaft.
He’d been collared, like last night with thick iron, a rope from a hoop at the back tied to the rope binding his wrists, this holding his head back, and stretching his arms up.
It was clear Naya had gone shopping after last night’s festivities, because up his ass, she’d tailed him with what Sixx could only describe as a warrior’s tail.
The plug had been substantial. The tail was black and looked scaly, it was shortish and curled up in a perfect arc, the flared, dragon-like tip of it pointing at the small of his back.
And last, he was gagged by a pair of aqua, stretch-lace panties that overextended his cheeks and tied at the hook on the back of his collar.
Naya was currently cooing over him, running oiled hands over his body, his bindings, lightly fucking his ass with his tail, massaging his swollen, trussed balls, and often circling a finger what had to be maddeningly around the tip of his cock.
“She didn’t wait long to put him to the test,” Stellan observed.
“I’m concerned,” Sixx told him.
She looked Stellan’s way and saw him studying the scene closely before he said, “Ami appears to be relatively comfortable, or as comfortable as one can be that way, and enjoying it.”
“Ami might let her drag him barefoot across broken glass with that tail up his ass and a leash around his cock and balls that she’s pulling at … hard.”
Stellan turned to her. “You know, that is the place we’re supposed to get them to, darling.”
“They’ve had one scene, and she isn’t out of training.”
An unmistakable noise came, followed by a different one, and they both turned to the windows with Stellan noting, “The soft sell is over.”
He was correct, considering Naya was switching Ami’s ass, outer, back and inner thighs. And she didn’t lie. She was adept with a switch.
They had a side view of him, and with each blow they heard a garbled groan from Ami and saw the flinch around his eyes.
But it could not be missed that after she really got going, his cock was straining its bounds, and it didn’t take long before his control snapped and he started humping the air, his hips slamming against the bench, his dick tied up in a way release was out of the question.
It had to be agony.
And very visibly, it was also ecstasy.
Uncontrolled muffled words started to come from behind aqua panties, and Naya went at him viciously with the switch, making Sixx tense in her seat in preparation to move in and give Naya warning she was taking it too far before Naya stopped suddenly. She dropped her whip and jerked him up further with a hand under his chin so his chest was off the bench. She straddled it and shoved his face in her pussy.
“Calm, mon guerrier,” she purred. “And no eating.”
Ami’s torso heaved, and she stroked his bald head.
“I think she has it in hand,” Stellan drawled.
Sixx reached out and took a drink.
When she set it back, she found Stellan’s hand and wrapped her fingers around.
His curled instantly into hers.
“What held you up?” she asked.
“Something unforeseen,” he murmured before he took another sip of his own drink and set it aside. He turned his gaze to her. “Did you get your job sorted?”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him about it, but she had a feeling if he knew about the warlords and their backup, he might not be a fan.
And it was just too … sordid to touch the likes of Stellan.
The bad business was also happening relatively openly, and Sixx had a feeling with some time and legwork she’d have the evidence Josh and Barclay needed in pretty short order.
And then it would be over.
“Not really,” she answered. “I’ll have to keep at it tomorrow night.”
“Ah.” He looked back to the window.
She played with his fingers, wondering if she’d made the right decision and instead should share.
“Just your tongue. That’s it, my sweet slave, that’s it,” Sixx heard Naya say as she turned her attention back to the scene.
The panties were around Ami’s neck, and Naya had his head in her hands, guiding it up and down between her legs.
Stellan disengaged their fingers but only to glide his down her inner arm.
“Would you like to ride my hand while she works him?” he offered.
“I’m not there yet, baby. I was a little too freaked with where she was going.”
She felt his gaze, so she looked to him to see him openly surprised.
She shot him a jaunty grin. “You with me now, I’m sure I’ll get here.”
“Zip open your pants, darling. If I want access, I don’t want to have to ask.”
She kept grinning at him as she leaned forward and did as ordered.
He studied her with an odd expression she couldn’t quite place before his fingers captured hers again when they were free. They curled around her hand, which he brought to his lips.
“Love you,” she whispered, watching and feeling those beautiful lips against her skin, remembering another time he’d had those lips to her fingers, glad she’d had both times, and hoping there would be more.
“And I you,” he replied, his eyes warming, which was not odd at all.
They both turned to the scene, watched Naya allow limited head to be given to her before she shoved him deep, pressed up into his face deeper, and demanded it all with no breathers until she had an incredibly attractive and openly intense orgasm.
She then pushed him up to his knees, removed the spanking bench, slipped the knots on his cock so the ropes fell away, but not the ones from the base and his balls, and got down on all fours in front of him. Reaching between her legs to guide him in, she ordered him to fuck her.
Watching his reddened ass filled with that awesome tail bunching and releasing with his thrusts, his craggy, handsome face a mask of pain and pleasure as he fucked bound and tailed without hope of release, Sixx muttered, “I might need those fingers now, baby.”
Stellan let her hand go and relocated his, replying, “And I’m here to oblige, my darling.”
Arms bound behind his back, Ami fucked Naya to another orgasm while Stellan fingered Sixx to her own.
After, Naya unbound the root of his dick and his balls, strapped on a substantial phallus, turned Ami toward the windows, relieved him of his tail, and Stellan shoved Sixx’s hand down his pants so she could give him a handjob while Naya fucked Ami to a splendidly thunderous orgasm during which he offered his Mistress a highly impressive load. One she wasn’t quite happy with, however, so she squeezed his balls and jacked his dick through several violent aftershocks with reciprocal jets of cum.
Through this, Sixx used her other hand to pull out Stellan’s handkerchief from his trouser pocket and covered the head of his cock with it before she put her fingers to his cheek and turned him to look at her so she could watch his face as she finished stroking him to climax.
Ami and Naya were something.
But she’d take Stellan’s quiet climax from a handjob delivered by her any day of the week.
When he’d recovered, they kissed soft and wet before Stellan took the handkerchief from her, straightened his trousers, and shoved it back in his pocket. Sixx leaned sideways, dropping her head to his shoulder and looking back to the window.
Naya had pushed Ami down to his forehead on the floor, and she was still fucking his ass, though now slow a
nd steady, rather than as she’d gone at him.
Still in training or no, ex-model or no, it must be said, the woman could fuck like a marine.
“Thank me, my handsome slave,” she ordered softly, even tenderly, definitely affectionately.
Intense, explosive scene, getting-to-know-you session in a booth prior.
This held promise.
And that made Sixx happy.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he said roughly and immediately.
“Your offering was substantial but shall we try that again?” Naya asked, still fucking his ass.
Sixx grinned when Ami answered, “Abso-fucking-lutely, my Mistress.”
“It’s very soon in our acquaintance, mon guerrier, but I’d like you to think about fighting for me at the gladiator games.”
“It would be my honor, my Mistress.”
“I’ll expect you to fight wearing your tail,” she told him.
“Whatever you desire.”
“And fuck with it when you win for me.”
“Your pleasure is mine.”
“Tuesday’s going to be fantastic,” Sixx declared.
Stellan chuckled.
“You deserve a reward,” Naya told Ami, not ceasing in taking his ass, and Sixx knew she’d positioned him like that, facing the window, forehead to the floor, so that her observers could better enjoy the ongoing show.
Kind of her.
“I’m thinking suspension,” Naya stated musingly. “Facedown. Arms like that. Calves cocked. Legs spread wide. Parallel to the floor. But I’ll release your head. You look so lovely in ropes, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy watching your cock jet for me while you watch me disappear inside you.”
“Fuck yeah,” Ami growled.
Suspending that behemoth with ropes?
Definitely, Naya had been emboldened.
“It seems we’re going to have another long night,” Stellan noted.
Sixx lifted away from his shoulder and looked at him. “Do you have more handkerchiefs?”
He shook his head.
“So I guess I’ll have to use my mouth.”
Stellan’s hand darted out.
He caught her chin, pulled her close …
And right before he kissed her, he smiled.
When he was done, he didn’t pull away.
He ordered, “Pants off, darling. Me first.”
Sixx didn’t make her Master wait.
twenty-three
Ceaselessly
SIXX
The next morning, hands over hers pressed into the wall over the headboard, Stellan fucked Sixx from behind on their knees.
He kept one of her hands against the wall, took the other one, shoved it between her legs and used her finger to manipulate her clit.
Sixx moaned.
“Come,” he growled into her neck.
Sixx came.
Stellan waited her out.
Then he came.
He was buried inside her, cupping their hands between her legs, fingers spread around their connection, and licking and sucking at his mark on her neck after they both came down.
His lips slid up to her ear. “You wore your collar last night.”
Her lips tipped up, and that could be heard in her, “Yes.”
“Did you do that for me?”
She blinked at the wall, confused at the question.
Because it was an obvious yes. That piece of jewelry had totally taken on a certain significance.
And he knew that.
He kissed her neck and went back to her ear, expounding, “To have me with you?”
It sounded like that was important to him, as of course it would be.
And she hadn’t thought about it, but like she subconsciously put it on for him the first time, knowing what she’d be up to last night, she’d done it again … to have him with her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He slid out and moved off the bed.
Sixx turned her head to watch him go, surprised, considering he usually arranged her comfortably, if she wasn’t that way already, when they were done. And often, if he was leaving the bed for good, he’d take her with him.
She fell to her hip on the mattress, dragging the sheet up to her lap, staring at where he’d disappeared through the arch to the bathroom, feeling something funny happening in her stomach.
He sauntered back in, naked, glorious and carrying three black velvet bags with long, dangling, silken black tassels.
His eyes were on her all the way and didn’t leave her even as he sat at the edge of the bed and tossed the bags unceremoniously in her lap.
They were surprisingly heavy-ish.
“I had those made for you,” he declared abruptly. “And as I very much appreciate your chic style, I would wish to do nothing to interfere with it. However, whenever one of them matches an outfit you put together, I want you to wear it. And anytime we’re playing or at the Club, you’ll have one on.”
She watched him while he said this, then looked down at the bags in her lap.
“Open them,” he ordered.
Sixx reached to one and tugged the drawstring open.
“In time, I’ll have more made in different styles so you’ll have a choice, and you’ll wear my collar every day.”
She upended the bag and felt the cold, heavy gold against her hand.
It was a choker just like the one she had, exactly, except unlike hers, which was costume, she knew by the weight it was pure gold.
“Holy God,” she whispered.
“The other two are the same. One in platinum. The other is real rose gold.”
She lifted her head to look at him.
“Stellan, I can’t … this is—”
He looked direct in her eyes. “You’re mine, and I want this communicated ceaselessly.”
She loved that.
She’d totally go with that.
But …
“These had to be expensive,” she noted. “And custom made?”
“Darling, look around you,” he returned. “I think I can afford it.”
“No one’s ever given me something this … amazing,” she whispered.
He leaned into her, brushed his lips against hers, pulled back and stared again into her eyes.
“Now, they have,” he decreed, pushed from the bed and stated, “M will be here soon, and I have an early meeting. It’s time to shower.”
Sixx watched him again disappear through the archway and looked down at her lap.
She undid the two remaining bags and withdrew the platinum and rose gold chokers.
They were crazy gorgeous.
But the way Stellan had given them to her …
Maybe he didn’t want to make a big deal of it. Maybe he thought, the first substantial gift he’d given her (or gifts plural, that didn’t include when he gave her a gladiator, of course), he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. He surely had to know no one had given her anything close to this in meaning and expense, and with what they were and who she was to him, it meant something, she have them and perhaps he simply wanted her to accept them without any drama.
That had to be it.
Though she couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t.
She couldn’t help but think that offering her something that startlingly lovely should have had more fanfare. Even a wee bit.
But maybe that wasn’t Stellan. She hadn’t learned this side of him yet.
And seriously, she thought as she fingered the glittering treasure in her hands, she shouldn’t be complaining.
* * *
Sixx walked down to breakfast in an olive-green suede tank, tan short-shorts and nude suede, high-heeled sandals, with her rose gold choker at her neck.
“Hola, mija!” M cried.
“Hey, M,” Sixx replied.
After giving M a smile, she watched closely as Stellan did as he always did.
He made her a cup of coffee.
He brought it to her as she was downing vitamins with
grape juice.
“Ami texted this morning. He’ll be here shortly,” he shared.
She stared up at him in surprise. “He will?”
“He needs to speak with you, darling. For obvious reasons.”
Oh.
Right.
“It really isn’t necessary. I get it,” she pointed out the obvious.
“This isn’t Ami’s way. The relationship was short but meaningful. Regardless, he would not show that disrespect,” Stellan replied.
It still wasn’t necessary, but she nodded.
“I told him you’re rather busy so he said he’d come immediately. It shouldn’t take long.”
“I have time,” Sixx said.
“Breakfast!” M announced.
Sixx was almost done with her scrambled eggs, bacon, refried beans and tortillas when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” M declared, bustling toward the door.
“M maybe shouldn’t be around when this goes down,” Sixx pointed out when the lady was out of earshot.
“You can take him to the library. The front room. My study. This house is your house. Have this conversation wherever you wish,” Stellan returned offhandedly.
“You’re not going to be there with me?” she asked, again surprised.
He turned from his plate to her. “There’s no need. You are very taken. It appears if he isn’t yet, he’s going to be. My presence is unnecessary.”
She loved the trust, smiled that to him, and bent in to kiss his jaw.
“Ami is here,” M announced, and Sixx and Stellan turned on their stools to see him trailing in behind M.
“I interrupted your breakfast,” Ami said, clearly not liking that idea.
“It’s cool,” Sixx replied, sliding off her stool.
“Would you like some?” M offered.
“No, ma’am, I’m good,” Ami declined.
Stellan came off his stool. They greeted and shook hands, then Ami turned to Sixx.
“This won’t take long,” he told her. “Then I’ll leave you to your morning.”
She nodded and lifted an arm to the hall, inviting, “Let’s go chat.”
He shifted to the side to allow her to pass him, and she did, deciding to take him to Stellan’s study because she thought of the library as “their place” considering what happened in it, and the front room might seem too formal, even if it wasn’t decorated that way.
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