It would be something spectacular.
The question was … would she survive it?
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
That one word came out shaky because she said it, she wanted to mean it, she just wasn’t sure she actually did.
One of his hands slid back down, between her legs, under the lace, through the wet to rest at her clit.
Her body jolted, and she had to seize her lower lip between her teeth and bite down, the pain helping her hold her control.
Stellan’s wicked smile came back.
“I thought I cleaned all that wet away,” he remarked.
“Mm,” she hummed, incapable of further considering her entire focus was on her clit and what he might do with it, considering he’d told her that her reward was imminent.
“So I can assume you enjoy spending time with my balls in your mouth?” he queried.
“Yes,” she pushed out.
More like, God, yes.
Holding him like that. Serving him like that. His cock that close for her to see.
Bliss.
Aching bliss but bliss all the same.
His eyebrows arched. “Yes…?”
It was a prompt.
“Yes,” she whispered miserably, not giving him what he wanted.
She had to give it to him.
She had to give it to him … before she set about losing him.
But damn it …
She couldn’t give it to him.
He bent to her and touched his mouth to hers, and Sixx breathed that touch in like oxygen because he hadn’t kissed her at all, light or hard, not the entire day.
And then he shattered her world, demonstrating how deeply he understood her and giving her something more she wanted badly but really could not have.
“You wouldn’t be you if there wasn’t a little Sixx somewhere in there, being stubborn, holding back,” he said gently. “The Mistress coming out, my Mistress, submitting to me at the same time making me work and slave to earn something.”
Her body stiffened from all he’d said.
However …
His Mistress?
“It would be boring if it was no challenge at all, darling,” he went on, flicked her clit with his fingers, making her moan, her body jolt again, and he finished, “But I’ll best it, Sixx. You’ll submit to me too, as Simone does. I guarantee that.”
“Stellan—”
“Come,” he said, removing his hands, curling up, taking her with him as he exited the bed, putting her on her feet. He wrapped his fingers around hers. “Time for your reward.”
He tugged at her hand, and she walked with him out of his bedroom into the hall, down the hall, the stairs and along the back passage toward the laundry room, only to stop at the door to the basement.
It was then her heart started pounding as he led her down the stairs.
He’d said their play would be in their bed, their home.
But she had a feeling he wasn’t taking her to the home theater or the wine cellar (though both would be interesting).
No.
He was taking her to the playroom.
His fully-kitted playroom.
Benches. Vaults. Tables. Suspension apparatus. Crosses.
He also had equipment—chains, flogs, whips, paddles, crops, switches, candles, ropes, cuffs, shackles.
Further, he had cabinets filled with toys—vibrators, clamps, phalluses, plugs, gags, masks, corsets.
Sixx had not once seen him go hardcore on any of his subs, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t seen him get creative with a cross, a set of clamps, toys, restraints, anything with a handle and more.
She had not, however, seen him do any of that with a slave new to his playroom.
He could be a tyrant, but he was a break-’em-in-easy kind of guy. It was the surprise they received when he took it deeper that got him off.
She was licking her lips and hovering somewhere between pulling her hand from his and running away and tightening her fingers around his and dragging him to the playroom herself when they made it to the door.
He opened it, drew her inside, and she honest-to-God nearly melted to his feet.
This was because there were three gladiators in there—Ami, as well as the one who had won in the pit and then gone to his partner and force-fed him his cock, and that partner who’d been forced to suck cock.
The two partners were wearing locked leather shorts that had a zipped-up-the-sides panel at the front covering their packages that could be opened to free their cocks, this locked to the belt at the waistband. The shorts also had a zip between the legs that was locked closed at the back waistband that could be opened for access to other parts.
Currently, they were all closed in tight.
But it was Ami she couldn’t take her eyes from as Stellan led her into the room.
He was fully naked.
And with a complicated strapping of black rope around his waist and over his shoulders, he was somewhat suspended from the ceiling with his wrists tied behind his neck, the ropes going down his back, along his waist, and fed through the eye of the anal hook that was inserted up his ass.
His feet were on the floor.
But barely.
His back was to the room so they had the full view.
And she didn’t take her eyes off that superlative view even as she felt Stellan arrange her in his lap as he sat them both.
“I take it you’re enjoying your reward,” he murmured amusedly.
Slowly, she turned her eyes from the spectacle before her and looked to Stellan.
They were cocooned in the wide seat in what could only be described as a modern throne. It was upholstered in blue velvet almost the exact color of his eyes. A broad, curved hood rose gracefully out at the sides and up high over their heads.
The king was in attendance, and she was his slave queen, settled in to watch their servants perform on command.
Unable to hold it back, she shivered full body in his hold.
“You’re enjoying it,” he whispered, his lips forming a sexy, satisfied smile.
She raised her hand to the side of his neck, curled her fingers in and lifted up so her lips were at his ear.
“Ami,” was all she said quietly.
“Is all in, but ungagged and has a safe word,” he replied in her tone.
She pulled away, looked him in the eyes, and nodded.
He curled her into a closer hold in his arms, inclined his head toward the room, and when she turned hers at his unspoken command, he ordered, “Position him to face us and one of you drop to your knees and take his cock.”
The partners moved; one turned Ami on his hook so he was no longer back to them, the other one fell to his knees, and the minute he had Ami’s engorged cock within range, he grabbed onto it with his hand and took it deep in his mouth.
Ami let out a low groan.
Lord, a man blowing a man was almost as fabulous as a man fucking a man.
But a man blowing a restrained warrior that was suspended on an anal hook was sublime.
Sixx squirmed in Stellan’s lap, eyes riveted to the bobbing head of the man on his knees.
“Not enough, darling?” Stellan asked.
This wasn’t a reward.
It was more torture.
She lifted her gaze to Ami’s face.
His eyes were locked to her, his face flushed, the muscles in his neck straining, his gaze a scorch of heat.
Totally in the zone.
Performing for her.
His Mistress had entered the room as a slave, and he still gave it up for her.
She felt her face soften.
Then she heard Stellan bark, “Take his face.”
Ami immediately started thrusting so hard, the guy on his knees had to lift his hands to Ami’s hips to hold on and not fall back.
“Release the panel and the zip. Rosebud,” Stellan ordered.
The free man moved immediat
ely. Crouching beside his partner, he unlocked the locks, unzipped the back down through his legs as well as the panels at the front. Sixx couldn’t see the latter, but she did hear his thankful grunt, so she suspected his cock was hard and releasing it from its confines was a relief.
The free sub then moved to one of Stellan’s cabinets, opened it, selected a rosebud plug, lubed it, and moved back to the players.
Situating himself to the side so he didn’t obstruct the view, Sixx watched and listened as another, deeper grunt muffled by thrusting cock sounded in the room as he plugged his partner’s ass.
A wave of wet hit between her legs.
“My queen can’t see,” Stellan called.
The man on his knees tipped his ass so she had a better view.
Okay, plugged ass getting fucked in his face by a restrained warrior …
Now that was sublime.
So enthralled, she had no idea she let out a purring mew.
And then it happened.
What she should have known would happen simply because Stellan was Stellan.
But she definitely should have known it would happen after he mentioned her giving herself to Aryas.
And now, here was Ami performing how he was performing.
Stellan had a number of messages to send.
And he was sending them.
Thus they were up, Sixx in Stellan’s arms.
Then he turned around, sitting her back in the chair but suspended over it, her legs splayed wide to the sides, his eyes locked on her, his mouth issuing commands.
“Unhook him. Fuck his ass. Come inside. Ami, shoot your cum down his throat. My queen can listen.”
But he actually had no intention of her listening.
Because Stellan drew his waistband back down over his big, thick, hard cock.
Curving it under his balls, he moved into her, whispered, “At your pleasure,” and slammed inside her.
Taking him brutally, ready for it, gagging for it, so loving every inch that invaded her, Sixx’s heels dug into the sides of the chair. Her back arching, her pussy rocked into his hips, she came immediately, staggeringly, all her molecules scattering. Her head pressed back into blue velvet as her body lurched violently in the chair from her orgasm and from taking her Master’s cock.
For leverage, Stellan had his hands planted in the arms of the chair close to the back, the drives of his body keeping hers from exploding off her perch, but the world had fallen out from underneath her.
She had to find purchase, and she did that on him, throwing her arms around his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh, crying out again and again and again, rolling her hips out to meet his thrusts also again and again and again, her first staggering orgasm shifting into another one, this one dazzling.
“Stellan.” His name came as a plea, a brand, a claim, a demand, an appeal, a wish … the realization of a dream.
This was her dream.
Spread for him.
Offered to him.
Serving him.
Taking her fucking from him.
Nothing but his.
He owned her.
But he could only do that because she owned him.
“Fuck,” Stellan groaned.
She shifted her hands so she could curl her nails into the back of his neck, and her eyes focused on his.
“Fuck me. Keep fucking me,” she commanded breathily, still climaxing, lost to it, destroyed by it.
Ruined.
He pounded into her, their eyes locked, a snarl curling up his throat and lacerating the air.
Yes.
He kissed her.
His tongue was a lifeline. The noises he drove down her throat sustenance. She clutched him with her pussy, her fingers raking up, gripping his hair. She took her branding, her claiming, the demands of her Master, but there was no plea, no appeal …
He was staking his claim of her.
For the gladiators.
For Ami.
For Stellan.
For Sixx.
He ended the kiss but left his mouth at hers, their breaths clashing.
She vaguely heard the strident chorus of manly grunts in the room, pierced by her feminine gasps and cries; nothing existed for her but taking her fucking from her Master, her marking, her claiming, and giving him everything.
She succeeded and climaxed again when she watched Stellan’s head jerk back, the veins in his neck pop out and felt his thrusts turn savage as he came inside her, and she found a new struggle, orgasming at the same time, forcing herself to watch him do the same.
Sixx joined him as he shuddered through aftershocks, her body absorbing his, and his hers, and she shifted her hands to his hair, stroking it as he dropped his forehead to hers, and their panting breaths mingled.
A deep, guttural masculine cry rent the air as someone else in the room came.
But as lush as that sound was, her entire focus was on the eyes in front of her.
It was only then she realized that he’d given it all to her but even doing it in a room with three other people, he’d given them nothing.
She was entirely hidden and he hadn’t even pulled his pants over his ass.
He’d fucked her, and (except for the one on his knees) they’d probably watched him fuck her, but really they’d seen nothing.
He’d given it to her, he’d claimed her before them, he’d taken her for himself … and the only ones who got anything from what they shared was them.
Man, he was a genius.
Just the thought of it made her tremble again.
“Nice reward,” she muttered breathlessly.
“Cheek,” he returned gruffly.
“Stellan?” she called like he wasn’t right there, his cock still embedded inside her, his eyes staring into hers from less than an inch away.
“Right here, darling,” he responded gallantly, even if he knew he didn’t have to.
“I might not be able to say it, but you know it, what you are to me.”
Those eyes, so close, flashed with triumph that was so resplendent, it made her heels dig into the sides of the chair, her pussy clamp on him so tight he gave a slight grunt, and her fingers fist in his hair.
“I still want it from your lips, Simone,” he said.
She gave him a small smile, and he drew back so he could drop his eyes to it and watch.
Whatever he saw, he liked, because he flexed his hips into hers.
She bit her lip.
He gave her his wicked grin.
Another deep, masculine groan filled the air.
God, he was awesome.
“Can I watch now?” she requested.
“Anything, darling,” he murmured.
Yes, anything.
And yes, she’d take anything.
Because it meant giving Stellan as much of everything as she could give.
For their month.
Just their month.
They had three more weeks.
And then more than ever before, not for her, for Stellan …
She had to be history.
* * *
The instant Stellan slid a hand around her hip and in, flicking at her clit and growling, “Now, Simone,” she came.
Hard. Stars exploding behind her eyes, body locking, pussy rippling, clit convulsing, lips parted and pants escaping … hard.
She kept at it as, on her knees, she took his deep, vicious thrusts that, with her arms restrained in satin sleeves laced tight together from upper biceps to wrists behind her back, fingers curled in, nails biting into her palms at the small, she had no choice but to accept, to allow to drive her cheek deeper into the bed. She shuddered again, not with aftershocks.
Another climax.
His finger still at her clit, his other hand holding her ankle almost tenderly where it rested against his calf through her second orgasm, he kept at her and forced a sharp gasp from her throat followed by an incomprehensible, “Please.” If she was of a mind to think clearly, she wouldn�
�t know what she was begging for because Stellan was giving her everything she needed.
She would know what she wanted when he reached deep with both hands. Gripping her at the insides of her thighs right below the juncture to her sex, sending waves of pain and pleasure shooting up her cunt, she quivered in front of him in multiple mini-climaxes as he let out a grunt that turned into a groan when he exploded inside her.
Stellan kept her filled and stroked the insides of her thighs as the aftershocks scoured through her. Sixx struggled to catch her breath, and then his hands moved over her hips, her bottom, the backs of her thighs, down her calves to curl around each ankle and hold her there while he caressed her pussy with his cock, slow and sweet.
She stayed positioned for him in their bed, trying to will her mind and body back into her command.
The gladiators had been released. She’d been fed a light lunch at the feet of her Master. And now they were back in Stellan’s room. Stellan had removed her teddy, then Sixx had found that her reward was long-lasting and included a myriad of creatively culminated, mind-boggling orgasms.
Eventually, Stellan pulled out, released her ankles, and fell to his back beside her, not hesitating a second to draw her over him, still restrained.
But he positioned her like he normally did after they’d had sex, her thighs cradling one of his, his cum seeping out of her, her forehead in his throat.
She’d find the kink factor was a spectacular addition when his soft, loving, postcoital touch traced down her bound arms, slid under her immobile wrists, and back out for his fingers to lace into hers, which could do nothing but allow them and curl into his.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured.
The question was a surprise for a variety of reasons, considering he’d demonstrated plainly he knew a lot of things to do with her.
But Sixx had a feeling he wasn’t talking about play.
“You’re here, right here, all here, all mine, at the same time miles away from me,” he said, and she blinked at his neck. “How do you manage that?”
She was bound for him, her pussy still throbbed from taking him, his cum was gliding out of her, but this was not a Master-and-his-slave conversation.
“Stellan—” she began as a warning.
Suddenly, his other hand laced between the fingers of her free one. Using her straightened, trussed arms as leverage, he pulled her up as he crunched up, forcing her to go with him in a way she was straddling his hair-roughened thigh, her soft, sensitive, wet flesh against his hard, dry, bristly heat.
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