She was taking them somewhere deeper, maybe even darker, and Sixx’s attention peaked.
She was sitting forward in her armchair, not because it was intriguing, though it was, but because she needed to be ready to intervene if Naya took Ami to a place he didn’t want to be but was too into her or too much of a guy to stop it.
The door opened, and she turned her head to see Stellan enter wearing his usual-for-the-Club suit, looking dashing, hot and utterly bangable.
He closed the door behind him, glanced at her, looked to the window and hummed, “Mm,” as he moved her way.
She tipped her head back.
When he arrived at her chair, Stellan took her invitation, bending and touching his lips to hers before his eyes dropped to her collar and warmed. He lifted a finger to touch the gold at her throat lightly in a weird way that seemed more doting than his normal doting, and she knew he liked her collared, before seating himself beside her. He reached for the drink that was sitting on the table on his other side and leveled his gaze on the window.
“That’s interesting,” he remarked before taking a sip.
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.”