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 and 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.