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 guy 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.
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.