The Greatest Risk

by Kristen Ashley

  “Babe, trust us, no payback necessary,” Maddox declared. “You hadn’t approached our woman, we were talking about doin’ something anyway.”

  “And straight up,” D added. “Last night, even on the job, you made lovin’ more fun, and I’m guessing we’ll get that tonight too, even if you have to go off and deal with a fuckwad.”

  She lifted her drink to them in a salute while it cemented in her mind she liked these guys.

  All of them.

  She took a sip.

  “Can I ask a favor, though?” Maddox requested.

  “Shoot,” Sixx invited.

  Maddox didn’t hesitate, indicating the glass in her hand with another nod of his head.

  “Suck that back and quick, Mistress Sixx. I got ass to fuck.”

  twenty-four

  Inspired

  SIXX

  “Stations six and seven, right beside each other,” Molly whispered to her as they moved through the sliding glass door to the room the trio had booked for the evening.

  They’d made a good request for space. Sixx surveyed the area and the two mostly serviceable but comfortable-looking armchairs that had been set side-to-side at a slight angle to the room. With Sixx sitting in the outside one, she’d have direct visual on all of station six and most of station seven.

  She nodded to Molly, murmuring, “Thanks, babe,” as Maddox ordered, “Boots off. Shirt open and on. Edge of the vault. Jeans to thighs.”

  Molly gave her a bright-eyed, excited smile and moved to the small seating area.

  Sixx carried the remains in her martini glass there and settled in.

  From there, she watched D saunter casually to the narrow end of a padded vault, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he moved, not exactly appearing like he was chomping at the bit, not wasting any time either.

  “How often do you guys play?” Sixx asked Molly as she watched Diesel.

  “At the Bolt, if life schedules work, twice a week. And if it happens, it has to be twice a week, one after the other,” she answered, and Sixx looked to her. “One night for D to go at Mad. One night for Mad to have D.” Molly grinned at her. “We have fun at home, but Bolt nights usually go all night, so we don’t do it very often or we wouldn’t get a lot of sleep.”

  Sixx grinned back and turned her attention again to D.

  He’d made it to the vault, had his shirt undone and was bent to pull off his boots and socks. When he did, he tossed them away. He then worked the jeans, pulling them down over the molded rounds of a superior ass, widening his stance so they caught on his bulky thighs. Positioned, he rested his hands on the vault.

  He was at an angle to her, but she mostly had his back, and his cock apparently was hard, so lifted. In other words she couldn’t see it. But his heavy sac was full and high. He was hung that way beautifully.

  Though what he was not was trussed. At least not at his balls.

  But it appeared he’d come prepared.

  As in, pre-lubed. Liberally.

  Probably a good call.

  Maddox was bent over a new bag of tricks, this one a large, black duffel on the floor beside Molly’s chair.

  Sixx looked back to D to see his head turned to look over his shoulder at Maddox. He must have felt her attention because he looked to her and winked.

  Okay, maybe in a totally-platonic-if-you-didn’t-count-watching-him-participate-in-kinky-sex kind of way, she was thinking she loved this guy.

  She tipped her lips up at him and then looked away, taking this golden opportunity when nothing was happening to fake-offhandedly glance around the outside playroom space.

  As she did, she took in the emaciated, glassy-eyed girl getting almost vanilla worked by a shortish man with a beer belly in station six. She also saw a girl whose face was obstructed giving a blowjob in station seven. Last, she clocked two of the three DMs, getting a good look at them for future tattling.

  “Bud, you know that ain’t right,” Maddox growled, and Sixx turned her attention back to the vault.

  Doing so, she caught Maddox shoving a hand into D’s back forcefully, driving him to his forearms on the vault.

  He ran a hand over the ass now extended to him.

  “There it is,” he murmured.

  He took his hand from D’s ass and calmly tossed the tail of D’s shirt up so it was folded over around his shoulder blades, leaving the rest of his back bare.

  “There it is,” Maddox murmured a repeat, his tone different, and Sixx sensed Molly, whose sexed-out vibe had been very slowly retreating, go instantly alert.

  She also noted D was no longer cool and laidback, though anticipatory.

  His ass and thighs had both visibly tensed.

  “Oh my,” Molly whispered.

  “What?” Sixx whispered back.

  “I should have known,” Molly kept whispering.

  “What?” Sixx repeated, also still whispering.

  Molly spared her but a brief glance, saying, “It’s going to be an awesome night.”

  Sixx looked back at the vault to see Maddox running his hands slowly over the exposed skin on D’s body, back, ribs, sides, ass, crack, outer thighs, inner thighs. He stopped cupping balls.

  “Mad,” D said quietly, warily.

  “You bought it, bro,” Maddox said gently, massaging those balls.

  “Fuck,” D hissed.

  “Awesome,” Molly breathed.

  Sixx didn’t understand what was happening, and she watched closely to see if she could get a lock on it when Maddox went in with both hands between D’s thighs, stroking cock, massaging balls, and getting low so he could run the edge of his teeth over one cheek of Diesel’s ass.

  Diesel’s head bent back.

  He liked it like that.

  Maddox must have sensed the move because in his position now at the back of D’s thigh he surely couldn’t see it, but he still growled, “You bow that head when your Master’s at you, motherfucker.”

  D bowed his head.

  Lord God.

  So pretty.

  Maddox spent some time coddling and caressing his boy’s exposed flesh with hands, fingertips, lips, teeth and tongue, and Sixx found this was not good because it was good, and it would be expected she’d want to watch it. This meaning she might not have times to look away and search for picture man, take stock of the DMs, or keep track of what was happening in stations six and seven.

  She got a shot when Maddox moved away from a slightly trembling but otherwise unmoving D and headed toward the bag.

  When she looked, she saw no change in players in those stations and no extreme play, but she did manage to see the third DM and give him a good assessment, fortunately without him noticing.

  It was the crack and grunt that brought her attention back to the vault.

  Maddox was off to D’s side, wielding a long, thick, leather strap and doing it with no small amount of skill, landing blows on buttocks, thighs, and on Diesel’s lower back.

  D’s ass jumped with each strike, and Maddox wasn’t feeling stingy, going at him until D had no choice to be up on his toes and was visibly gritting his teeth.

  He was also visibly harder, his thick, veined cock hanging lower so Sixx could see it because of the weight.

  It got to be too much, and his head automatically shot back, which made Maddox start to move in, dropping the strap. With quick, expert hands, he undid his belt and yanked it free of its loops so fast, the end cracked the air like a whip when it was free. He folded it once, twice.

  Putting a hand to the back of D’s head, shoving it face first into the vault, Maddox slapped Diesel’s ass with quick whacks of the folded-over belt, rumbling, “Where’s that head belong?”

  “Bowed, Maddox,” D grunted through more blows.

  Maddox didn’t relent. “You feel heat in that fine ass?”

  “Fuck yeah,” D groaned.

  “Guess what, Diesel?” Maddox let out in what was his version of a purr, which was more of a rolling grumble. “You made me wait to
blow, but you’re comin’ with me every time tonight. I’m gonna make you blow,” sharp crack, “and blow,” brutal crack, “and blow,” vicious crack.

  “Fuck,” D bit off.

  The belt hit the floor, Maddox clipped out, “Molly, baby, condom,” as he worked his jeans in preparation for literally starting the festivities off with a bang. He positioned right behind his boy, wrapped his massive, now-freed dick with a hand, aimed it, and slammed in.

  D’s entire torso came up to hands in the vault, head thrown back, veins pounding out in his neck as a low roar pumped from his throat.

  “You got your monster,” Maddox taunted, jacking into him so brutally, the heavy vault was rocking. “Now take my dick and bow your goddamned head, motherfucker.”

  D bowed his head, and with jaw hard and pulsing, took a brutal fucking as Molly moved in and handed Maddox a condom without the wrapping.

  He took it, jerked his head to her, she went in and he bent down and gave her a deep, wet kiss as he kept hammering ass.

  When he let her mouth go, she gave him a sweet smile that he took in with warm eyes before he turned back to Diesel, slipped a hand around the front, expertly rolled a condom on D’s now-engorged, bouncing cock, then Maddox planted his hand in D’s back, shoving him chest to vault.

  “Fuck yeah,” D murmured, starting to pound back into his fucking.

  Maddox slowed his roll but kept stroking deep, with D now meeting him, Maddox’s hands moving to his hips. “You love this monster?”

  “Love it, Maddox,” Diesel huffed.

  “Only my boy can take that kinda heat. Only my fuckin’ boy can take me to the root.” He slid in fully. “How you like that, D? How much does my boy love being full of his monster?”

  “Keep fucking me with it,” D pushed out.

  A punishing thrust sent a powerful grunt driving up D’s throat, his head jerking back, but he bent it again immediately.

  “That an answer?” Maddox demanded.

  “I love it, Maddox. You know I fuckin’ love taking that monster.”

  Maddox pulled out to the tip and teased, working his hips so D only got a couple of inches.

  “That monster?” Maddox queried.

  “My monster, Mad. Want it back. Keep taking my ass.”

  “Can’t wait for my cum, can you, D? How bad you want me to blow in you?”

  “Bad, Maddox, shit, fuck.” Diesel’s hips were writhing, seeking attention. “Fuck me, give me my monster, your cum, give it, my man, blow inside me.”

  “How hard you gonna take me?”

  “As hard as you can fuck me.”

  “How hard you wanna take me?”

  “Hard, Maddox, deep.”

  “You know better than that, D. How hard you want your monster up your ass?”

  It was guttural with need when D begged, “Fuck me raw, Mad. Please. Christ. Fuck me so hard, I feel like you’re gonna split me in two.”

  “Damn straight,” Maddox grunted, got down to business again, shockingly having been holding back, now giving Diesel what he asked for. Pistoning inside him spectacularly, savagely, but this time reaching around and jacking D’s cock, words disappeared as low, glorious male noises of effort, excitement and carnality filled the air.

  It was when Maddox was jacking with one hand, holding D down to take it with his other hand planted firm in D’s back when finally Maddox groaned, “Want my cum?”

  “Fuck yeah,” D growled.

  “Take it,” Maddox ordered.

  “Give it,” D returned thickly.

  They both gave it, both of them coming near simultaneously, Maddox’s orgasm tipping D’s, and thunder filled the room with the low, masculine snarls of their climaxes.

  Maddox could not be recovered, and D definitely wasn’t, when he pulled out to D’s surprised, aftershocks-jolting-his-body-muted grunt.

  He smacked Diesel’s ass sharply and ordered, “Take your position for your spanking.”

  With an expert eye, Sixx took in the state of red at D’s ass, thighs and back and wondered if a spanking was wise.

  “Keep the jeans,” Maddox said as an afterthought, now standing at the duffel where he was accepting a wetted, sage-green hand towel that Molly was offering him out of a Ziploc bag.

  Still fully dressed with his massive cock exposed through an open fly, he bathed his dick with it as D, jeans hiked up but undone and held up with a hand at the front, moved to a padded kneeling bench sitting beside a straight-back chair.

  He did this without looking at her or Molly, which Sixx found odd after that wink.

  He’d gotten what he wanted, what he obviously enjoyed, thoroughly. He told her he was aiming for it, actually crowed about earning it.

  The non–eye contact was concerning.

  But since he wasn’t giving it, it wasn’t her place as an invited observer to players who knew each other and their style of play far, far better than her to push it to make sure all was okay.

  Regardless, nothing extreme had gone down. It was a vicious but magnificent fucking, but he obviously liked it like that, so she couldn’t imagine there was a problem.

  Maybe D went into his head in a scene. Most subs did. It was just that D going there this quickly when he was so full of swaggering confidence surprised her. She thought it’d take a whole lot more to break a switch, but still a Dom who was now subbing like Diesel.

  At this opportunity of a lull in the action, Sixx sucked back the rest of her martini, put the glass on the floor by her chair, got up and moved to lean against the window, this affording her a better view into station seven.

  Things were getting more serious in both rooms. Play was going deep, but not out of bounds.

  Though she found it disquieting that a DM now had stationed himself at the wall between the two rooms, and he didn’t seem ready to move anytime soon.

  Worse, he’d caught her movement and also caught her eye.

  Shit.

  She lifted her chin.

  He glared at her.

  Asshole.

  She turned her attention back to the room to see Maddox now seated in the chair and pushing D down, chest to thighs. D’s jeans were again over his ass, his shirt again hiked up to his shoulders.

  Molly was there too, crouched and reaching between D’s legs, switching out condoms, her touch making her man’s ass and thighs twitch.

  “How you doin’, bro?” Maddox asked.

  “Fuckin great, Mad,” D ground out.

  Sixx watched as Maddox smoothed a palm down over spine, reaching the end, curving in and taking hold of his boy with two fingers planted deep up his ass. He lifted him slightly in this hold to D gusting out a cut-off grunt, then settling him back down.

  Oh yes.

  Payback was a bitch.

  “There you are, all ready for big monster daddy,” Maddox taunted good-naturedly.

  “Fuck you,” D replied.

  “Not until tomorrow, bud,” Maddox returned.

  He then landed a relatively tame smack on one cheek of D’s ass that, even tame, set D to jumping. But then Maddox massaged it, apparently roughly, because him going at that deeply striped flesh with those long, powerful fingers set D squirming.

  “Gonna be all up in here a lot tonight,” Maddox carried on conversationally. Smacked Diesel’s other cheek and massaged that. “So tomorrow night I’m thinkin’ I’ll be in the mood to allow you to have a go at me.”

  With that, not giving D a chance to reply, a spanking commenced. And outside of the fact Maddox had more power than most behind his blows, and D was already significantly welted, but the low, gruff noises he was making and the way he was rubbing his hardening dick against Maddox’s jeans-clad thigh any chance he got said he liked it, it was standard enough play.

  So Sixx pretended her mind was wandering.

  She turned back to the windows and scanned the entire space. Taking time to watch the DMs at work, not seeing them doing anything amiss. Taking in players. Looking to see if she could find the gu
y who got propositioned last night. Or the one in the pictures. But keeping her attention off where the paid play was happening, so if the DM that was still there thought her nosy, he would think it was generally.

  She’d heard the spanking had stopped and Maddox had given some other orders, but she didn’t look back because she saw Beardsley walking along the passageway at the opposite side of the central play area.

  She kept her eyes on him, not giving a fuck if the DMs caught her, and watched him go straight to the one standing outside the stations.

  They had a few words without Beardsley even looking into the rooms where his girls were getting worked.

  But Sixx did.

  All copacetic, if you didn’t count the fact it was for the most part nonconsensual and in all parts totally illegal.

  She let out an impatient breath and was sure to look away before Beardsley broke it off with his DM and headed down the passageway outside their room.

  She turned back to the play and saw D off his kneeling bench but still on his knees, shirt on but again yanked up his back, jeans at his thighs, now in front of Maddox, offering his man a fantastic view, and that man was taking it in. Diesel was bent between Maddox’s spread legs, hands to the sides of his man’s hips, sucking big dick.

  After avoiding her gaze earlier, Sixx surveyed Diesel closely and with an expert eye.

  Maddox had a fistful of D’s hair, his other hand tight on the back of his neck, and he was obviously physically controlling the action. But D’s eyes were closed, and he gave every appearance he got off sucking cock, not only through his expression but from the rigid state of the meat hanging heavy between his spread legs, which were bound by denim.

  While Sixx watched, those blue eyes opened. They looked up at Maddox with something deep and abiding that suddenly stirred Sixx, not sexually, but in a warm way. This was before D’s eyes flashed, like an unspoken dare, which bought him Maddox forcing Diesel to take him deeper and do it faster, Diesel groaning, his eyes closing again, this time with open rapture, arching his back, tipping his ass, his fingers clenching into his man’s hips.

  Yes.