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 any body. 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 because 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.
For his part, D caught him at the back of the neck in a tight hold and kept him there, undulating his hips to meet the thrusts he was taking, to deepen the strokes at his cock as they kissed like the lovers they were.