He was definitely all right.
Sixx headed back to her chair by Molly.
After she was seated, Molly asked quietly, “Anything going?”
Sixx kept watching a fabulous blowjob, particularly appreciating Diesel’s hollowed-out cheeks, and answered, “Nope.”
“I really hope we can stop this guy, and soon,” Molly told her. “We were all totally freaked out, in a good way, that you turned out to be a private investigator, and Mad and D were stoked you let them in on this job. It’s been really bothering them. They didn’t wanna look like dicks and go straight to Clay if what they thought was happening wasn’t happening. In the beginning, though, I think Mad was worried that Clay and Josh might be in on it. They were thinking of blowing off the club, even if it would mean we’d lose the money for membership, since they don’t do refunds. It was after we realized Clay wasn’t around when the extreme stuff happened, or kinda hasn’t been around a lot at all recently, that they figured Pete and Josh were acting alone. Then we heard Josh and Pete had that fight, so we figured Josh wasn’t thinking good thoughts either. That’s when they were going to move in. They even talked about tipping off the cops. But then you called, and it sure made them happy somebody was gonna do something.”
Even if Sixx didn’t already know it, that sealed it.
These were good people.
“Some coincidences are good ones,” Sixx told her.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“Baby, come here,” Maddox called while forcing himself out of D’s mouth by pushing him up to his knees.
Molly gave Sixx bright eyes while getting out of her seat, whispering, “Yay.”
She moved toward the action.
Sixx’s attention moved out of the room.
And it was then she saw the girl in station six was alone, the guy was gone. She had a robe on and her head bent to her phone.
The DM was still outside those stations.
But the girl was not putting on street clothes or even BDSM gear, and she wasn’t exiting the room.
Guess she had to do her full schedule before she got her fix.
Shit.
“Yeah, take her there, motherfucker,” Maddox grunted, and Sixx looked back to them.
Molly was now seated in the chair, D’s arms curved around her hips, his face shoved up under her raised skirt between her legs, his activities there and his situation muffling his noises, his ass again getting fucked by his man.
“Took your cum three times last night, D,” Maddox told him. “Slept with your cock up my ass, my cock buried in our baby’s pussy. But you wouldn’t let me fuck her. You took my ass all night long to keep your dick hard, making me hard, but you didn’t let me fuck our girl,” he recounted. “All goddamned night long, in service to you, takin’ your cock,” he said, definitely at that precise moment getting his back. “Woke up with you up my ass, you didn’t release my service, only then did you let me fuck our Molly, but only with you jacking inside me, and I went to work with fresh cum up my ass.”
D grunted unintelligibly.
Molly moaned.
Maddox reached around and started stroking D’s swollen, low-hanging dick. “Tonight, boy, you’re gonna sleep with your monster in your mouth and you’re gonna keep it hard. All night.”
D groaned, and his hips jerked back into cock.
He liked it like that too.
“But Molly?” Maddox kept at him. “She’s gonna be strapped in, D. Strapped in and buried deep. All night, you’re gonna take our sweet Molly, and what she’s got for you, she’s never not hard.”
D’s arms pulsed around Molly’s hips and she whimpered, at what was happening or in anticipation of what was going to happen or both.
It didn’t really matter. It all worked spectacularly.
“Your service in the morning will start with me on my back, you on your knees between my legs, bent in service to your Master, blowin’ your man, takin’ my cum down your throat with Molly fucking you up the ass,” Maddox shared.
D’s body spasmed.
“Yeah, my man, I know. You love takin’ us at both ends,” Maddox rumbled approvingly. “But that isn’t it, motherfucker. I’m gonna eat breakfast and suck your cock, and I figure that’ll get me hard again, so you’ll be starting the day with fresh cum buried deep.”
The one-upmanship was seriously something.
Maddox then got down to business, had his shit tight, and not long after, Sixx found herself witness to a three-way simultaneous orgasm.
Exceptional.
After a short recovery, D was pulled up to sit on his man’s cock while Molly straightened her skirt and moved in to her men. First, she made out with D. Then, with his face stuffed in her tits, over his shoulder, she made out with Maddox.
“Almost the best taste in the world,” Maddox whispered when they were done. “Tasting you from him in my mouth. Only thing better, having you right against my tongue.”
“Love you, Mady,” she replied.
“Love you too, baby.”
She pulled back and cupped D’s dazed face. “Love you, my D.”
“Love you too, my Molly,” he muttered, seeming to be attempting, but failing at focusing on her.
You could still tell he meant it because he didn’t fail at sounding sweet.
Molly took the used condom from D and dealt with it before she moved back to the chairs.
During this time, Sixx ascertained station six was still vacant of a new client, and things were culminating in station seven before Molly collapsed in the chair beside her.
Sixx turned to her.
“You good?” Sixx asked a stupid question with a knowing grin.
“Best ever,” Molly mumbled with a goofy smile, eyes aimed to her men. But her face was soft, not just sated from coming, but with something more emotional. “And I’m gonna get better,” she finished quietly.
Sixx looked instantly to the boys.
My, my, my.
D was still sitting on his boy’s dick, jeans still tight at his splayed thighs, his shirt Maddox had spread open so it was almost hanging off his broad shoulders to expose the muscled magnificence of him fully, from corded throat to thick thighs.
Maddox’s arms were around him, one rough thumb rubbing a nipple, one veined hand sliding over boxed abs.
“Maddox,” D muttered, looking away from Molly and Sixx, gaze aimed at the floor.
“Sit on your monster and hush,” Maddox whispered affectionately, now stroking the area around D’s glistening, still-partially-hard cock, an area which Sixx belatedly noted had been shaved.
Maddox was in that same thought process.
“Like you smooth,” he murmured.
D said nothing.
“When you were up inside me last night, D, loved feeling that smooth against me every time you filled me,” Maddox kept going.
D remained silent, but his throat convulsed with a forced swallow.
“Gonna keep you smooth,” Maddox went on.
“Right,” D said low, but terse.
“Like you got this, tie you, shave you, blow you, eat you, fuck you,” Maddox kept at him.
D was silent, but his big body shook with a faint tremble.
He’d gotten off on that.
“I like how you work me, love my boy’s ingenuity, but you’re gonna stay shaved for me because we both know who’s Master.”
Whoa.
That was news.
Dayum.
D didn’t reply.
Maddox swept a hand up D’s chest.
“Love this body,” he murmured.
Suddenly, what was happening outside that room disappeared, and Sixx’s attention was riveted to the players.
“Maddox,” D whispered.
Maddox pulsed up, and D’s rugged, guarded face smoothed out, that’s how much he liked it.
Though it was more.
It was how much he loved being intimately connected to the man who held one half of his heart.
“In a minute, I’m gonna pull out of this sweet ass, and you’re gonna go to the table and spread yourself out for me like you know I like it.”
“Mad—”
“Then I’m gonna do you,” Maddox veritably cooed into D’s ear, his voice now a gorgeous rough velvet. “Fuck yeah, my D. I’m gonna do you. With you laid out for your Master, your Maddox, I’m gonna take my time with that body. Then I’m gonna fuck you and jack you, looking at this fuckin’ beautiful goddamned body, that’s all…” he tweaked a nipple, making D twitch on his cock, “fuckin’” he cupped D’s balls tenderly and on a slight squeeze finished, “mine.”
D’s ass cheeks clenched his man’s cock as he swallowed down a groan.
Maddox put hands to D’s hips and gently pushed him up. “Go, baby. And take off the jeans. But leave the shirt. You know how I like it spread open for me.”
Head bowed, D got to his feet and dropped his jeans on the way to a padded-top, double-wide, wood-based table, climbing up. He lay on his back, cocking a heavy leg high and dropping it to the side, the other leg bent only slightly, also falling to the side, pulling his shirt open to expose himself full body from throat to shoulders to feet.
Serious as all hell, that view was resplendent.
Diesel stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling deeply, and Sixx knew that kind of breathing.
It came from the fact he wanted what was coming so bad he couldn’t stand it.
And he was terrified of it.
Maddox had also gotten up and disrobed fully, exposing his magnificent, attractively hairy body, before he headed toward the table.
Molly leaned into Sixx. “They’re both bi,” she said in a very low voice that Sixx knew she didn’t want the boys to hear.
But the men wouldn’t hear. They were in a new zone, the zone, the best there was.
Or Maddox was.
Diesel …
Well, Sixx had a feeling Maddox would get him there.
At least she hoped so.
But Sixx had no idea why Molly was sharing such obvious information.
“Mad is at peace with it. Gets off on it. Says he’s got the best of both worlds. All worlds, actually, since he takes it and gives it. D, he loves us both, but the at peace part? Not so much,” Molly continued.
Sixx looked to her, startled.
He wore hides. He worked Maddox openly, cheerfully, expertly.
And he was subbing magnificently.
How could he not be at peace with his sexuality?
Whoa.
Well, apparently that explained why he didn’t look Sixx’s and Molly’s way during play.
Molly shook her head, looking suddenly sad. “At home. At the club. It’s all good. We’re … what we have … it’s so, so good, Mistress Sixx. I mean, they fight. I fight with Mad or D, mostly Mad, he can be so bossy. But we’ve been together so long, we’re just there, so that doesn’t happen so much anymore.” She flipped a hand indicating the world at large. “It’s out there.”
She trailed off, seemed to get lost in melancholy thoughts, came back to the room and continued speaking.
“My D works road construction. All those guys talking about tagging ass and calling gays faggots and all that horrible, dreadful stuff, every day, all day long. It gets in his head. But mostly it stems from the fact that his parents are jerks and his dad says stuff like that all the time. Talking smack about movie stars who are out, just stuff like that. They think Mad is our roommate. And sometimes I wish he’d bend D over the couch, take his pants down and fuck him hard right in front of them. Not so they’ll get it. I don’t care if they get it. They’re awful. They don’t deserve D, or me, or Maddox. But so they’ll go away and stay away. I want it to be like when my folks are around, or Mad’s. They might not totally get it, but they love us all and want us in their lives, feel lucky to have one extra instead of what they would have if we weren’t who we are to each other. So when they’re around, it’s amazing. D’s folks, I don’t want to say it, but they earned it. I feel actual hate.”
She looked to the table, back at Sixx, and gave her more heavy.
“They never kiss just to kiss. They kiss me all the time, as you can see. Not each other. They say it’s respect for me. And I think they’re trying to be sweet, but it’s silly. And just an excuse. They’re like that though. Here, in the club, they never display me. They might eat me or fuck me or make me suck them, but they never show the private parts of my body. They own it, and that’s their prerogative, and they’re both crazy possessive. I let Mistresses work them, never them working subs. But Mistresses they want, I let it happen when they want it. Not often. She has to be special. Like you. They’d never let another Dom touch me. I don’t mind at all. They’re so totally enough for me. But that’s how they are, both of them. Bottom line, I think it’s gentlemanly.”
“I noticed that about them,” Sixx responded equally quietly.
She nodded and kept talking.
“But Maddox nor Diesel ever take anyone else’s cock. Not ever. Mad suggested it once, I think because he was pissed Diesel holds back, and D lost his mind. Worst fight they ever had. I thought it would break us up. But Maddox figured it out then. He got it. Diesel’s response said it all. To Maddox. To me. Not to D. Still, they don’t kiss, unless I ask them to when one of them is fucking me and the other is watching. The minute their lips touch, though, they go at it. It makes me sad. Sad for my Maddox. Sad for my D.”
“Oh, honey,” Sixx whispered, hearing all this, sad for all of them.
“I should have known the way D worked Mad last night, Mad would go with this. You’re not getting the D he expected you to get. Usually, Mad works him, and D’s still cocky. In your face. He loves getting fucked and taking it hard and doesn’t mind anyone in the life knowing it. It’s like a challenge to him, like it proves he’s really a man when you can see he is, he doesn’t have to prove that to anybody. Even when Maddox is inside him, he’s spurring him on to really go at him. Bring the pain. Take him rough.”
Another hand flip and she kept going.
“This. For him. It’s the most difficult for D to take. And it’s probably worse for him, you here. They both really like you. Respect you. But in D’s head, as crazy as it is since he doesn’t feel the same about Mad or anyone else, he’s gonna be thinking you’ll think less of him, like his folks would. Like the guys on his crew would. But this work, what Mad’s gonna be doing, it’s my favorite. Diesel’s too, but he won’t admit it. Mad will ask me for permission to kiss him. Just wait, Mistress. It’s beautiful.”
Sixx nodded, glancing at the table and immediately looking back to Molly, because what was happening on that table was public, but excruciatingly private.
“He loves it. D. What he did to Mad last night,” Molly carried on. “Because he loves it but more, he loves how much Maddox gets off on it. He’s always trying to take him higher and higher. Saying that, he knows the further he pushes Mad, the closer he comes to Maddox giving him this as payback. And subconsciously, this is where he’s hoping it will go.”
She took in a breath, leaned slightly closer, and kept going.
“Maddox is our Master. He lets D Dom me because D needs that, it’s the way he is, hetero-speaking, and Mad loves me and Diesel. But D works Mad because Mad gets off on it, and knows D does too, so Mad lets him. But Mad owns D. You could probably tell last night that all that was a run-up to what’s happening here, and D knows it. Mad is not about creativity. He’s hardcore and uncomplicated. Fuck. Come. Fuck harder. Come harder. But when it’s just us, Mad always makes love to me. And when it’s just D and me, he always makes love to me. It’s only times like now Maddox gets to make love to Diesel. Even when they go at each other at home, not at play, D needs it rough. Like Mad taking him that way somehow is twisted in his head that he’s taking it and Diesel isn’t giving it. Though D, he gets in the zone a lot, like he’s in another world, another life, and he makes love to Maddox, and Mad and me don’t say anything becau
se we don’t want to bring D’s attention to it. If we did, it might make him stop.”
Sixx chanced a look at the table and saw an enraptured face with a black beard sucking a cock he adored with D’s back arched so Sixx couldn’t see his face, but his long fingers were buried tenderly in Maddox’s dark hair.
“See how beautiful they are?” Molly murmured, tone filled with marvel.
“I see,” Sixx agreed.
Molly fell silent.
Sixx watched Maddox release D’s cock, lave affection on his balls while he stroked his man’s dick with his hand, nibbling and licking the skin all around his privates, then he went back to business, this time deep throating.
D’s ass clenched on a low, long groan, and he started gently fucking Maddox’s face.
Maddox buried two fingers up Diesel’s ass, earning another groan, and openly, blissfully took his face-fucking while he tenderly stroked inside.
God.
Very beautiful.
Sixx swallowed and decided to take that time to give them privacy, doing it to force her attention away, definitely not think about how sad all this suddenly was, remind herself why she was there and check out the scene.
Luck finally struck because the girl in station seven was outside of the room, standing with the DM, wearing platforms, a pleather miniskirt and halter, hair mussed, clumsily fisting what the DM was handing off to her.
Sixx honed in but was too far away to see what it was. However the fact that they were trying to be covert about it meant that it was something to be covert about.
Dope.
So the DMs passed it off, which meant maybe they also helped with the dealing.
She was so totally tattling.
The girl skedaddled, probably beelining it to the ladies’ loo.
Before Sixx got caught watching, she turned back to the room to find Maddox now up on splayed knees that cradled Diesel’s hips. He was inside D, who was still on his back, both his legs now cocked high and opened wide, spread out for his man. Maddox was stroking D’s cock and lovingly fucking his ass.
He turned his head to Molly.
“Baby?” he called.
“Of course,” she said dotingly.
Maddox needed no further encouragement, took ass, stroked cock, bent in, and devoured D’s mouth.
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