But since she’d been claimed by Stellan Lange … that was that.
Considering how much these thoughts messed with it, and she didn’t need that (ever, but especially not now), she forced her mind back to the conversation at hand.
“That’s not being honest, Ami,” she told him. “I’m asking what you want.”
“May I look at you, Mistress?” he requested.
“Yes,” she answered.
His gaze came to hers.
He had really beautiful eyes. No hair on his head but such insanely gorgeous lashes.
“I’m being honest,” he declared. “I want what you want. If you get off on it, I get off on giving it to you.”
“Pull your cock up harder with each stroke, Ami,” she ordered quietly. “I want to see you stretch for me.”
Those gorgeous eyes flashed, then grew sultry, his teeth sunk into his lower lip, and she switched the direction of her attention to his hand to watch him obey.
Another kind of gorgeous.
She looked back to his face and resumed their discussion.
“I do know how this game is played.”
That made his face stiffen. “I know you do. What I’m saying is if you get off on it, I’ll get off on giving it to you.”
“I get what you’re saying considering you just repeated yourself and I heard you the first time.”
“With respect, Mistress, I’m not sure you do,” he said.
“Then maybe it’s best you expand on that,” she suggested.
“Right,” he began. “You want to call Tip over here, and you tell me to, I’ll give him a handjob, make him come. For you. I’ll do it fucking his ass, coming up there, if that’s what you want. But also, if you order him to blow me, I’ll take that, shoot down his throat, if that would please you.” His voice changed when he finished, “And if you want him to fuck my ass, me to blow him, I’ll do it. If you get off on it, that’s what I’ll do, and I’ll get off on doing it for you.”
She was beginning to understand.
“The inference is that you wouldn’t do all that for another Mistress,” she noted.
“You’ve read the inference right, my Mistress.”
Surprising. Knowing how her play went with multiple male subs, she would have thought Stellan would have covered this before he offered Ami to her.
“Which parts wouldn’t you do?” she asked with curiosity.
“Take a man’s dick in my mouth, for one,” he told her.
Hmm.
“I’ll let my ass get fucked if I earn that by losing in the pit, or if my Mistress does the fucking. But by a pool with some random guy…” he let that lie.
“I’m sensing these are big concessions,” Sixx remarked.
“You’re sensing right too.”
“Did you tell Master Stellan about these concessions before you arrived today?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Very interesting.
“Such concessions, and I’ve only been with you once and not even in a scene,” she pointed out.
“The first time you had command of me, you didn’t make me jack him because you didn’t know if I’d get off on that. You also made me pull out the second I got done shooting my cum, which was cool. Your Master, he knows how I play it, Tip too, so he made sure we had safe words just in case. But even if I didn’t know all that when it comes to you, this time you asked me if I had on sunscreen and if I needed shades before you asked me if I’d get off on jacking a guy. I don’t need much more to know what kind of Mistress you are, and because of that, the lengths I’d go to get you off.”
Sixx found that very affecting.
Even moving.
She never chatted with her subs during a scene outside the necessary preliminaries, which would, of course, share such hard limits, which in this instance (of course), Stellan had ascertained for her.
When she was with subs, she just worked them.
And they always performed for her, even if she took things to extremes.
She really had no idea why they did, and she didn’t care. A good motto: If it’s not broke, don’t fix it, and she lived a lot of things in life that way.
But if pressed, she would have thought it was the superior training Aryas had ingrained in her and the Dommes he’d included in giving her that.
And it actually was.
It was just that she did what she did as she was taught how to do it, adding her own style along the way.
The challenge she got off on was not diving into their minds and meeting needs outside reading what they wanted sexually, giving them that the way she wanted, which was what they needed, and making them like it.
That was not how some Doms played it, like Leigh. Or even Stellan.
But it was her style of play, which meant she got the transients. Get a Domme, get off and get gone, no complications, just orgasms. That was Mistress Sixx.
Which worked perfectly.
But there was something more there for the subs she wasn’t even realizing she was offering.
And she liked understanding that she did.
Though she didn’t like understanding that Aryas was right during that conversation in the booth.
She had it down in practice.
She’d just that moment come to understand the theory.
“I must say, I’m pleased I’ve earned this amount of dedication so quickly,” she told him.
“And if you don’t mind, Mistress, I’ll say I am too, even though it sucks ’cause I got that, and you’re his. But I’ll take what you can give not getting yourself off on some power trip you got with some built dude you think you can fuck over ’cause you think he gets off on letting you. You get it. And no offense to your particular sisterhood, but not many of your kind do.”
“It seems we need to find someone more worthy of you, gladiator,” she murmured.
“I’m finding I’m good where I am right now, Mistress, but you got a friend, I’m open to new experiences.”
She smiled at him.
He grinned back at her.
Right.
That grin.
Those eyes.
That body.
That cock.
Sixx made a decision.
Time to play matchmaker.
“Your balls are still bound, Ami,” she noted quietly. “Free them and then pull them down as you stroke up.”
His voice was thicker and his grin had vanished, his face going dark in a good way, when he replied, “As you wish, Mistress.”
She watched him do that, and for the first time in a long time—in fact maybe ever—she wanted to touch a sub. She wanted that cock in her mouth. She wanted to order him to roll to his knees, get behind him, press close, wrap her fingers around his dick, cup his balls, and do that to him until he was begging her to let him come.
A vision of Stellan on his knees stroking his cock flashed into her mind.
She banished it and focused on Ami.
“Faster and harder,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back, giving her that.
She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses, and it filled her brain again. It wasn’t Ami there, laid out on the lounge in the sun, touching himself at her command.
Stellan’s eyes were hot on her, his cock hard for her, his balls heavy for her.
God, she was going to come.
In an effort not to let that happen, she opened her eyes and saw she wasn’t the only one in that state. A bead of pearly wet glistened at the tip of his dick.
“Would you like to come for me?” she asked.
“Very much,” he grunted.
“How I like it?” she pushed.
“Any way you like it, my Mistress.”
“Then get on your hands and knees,” she commanded.
He didn’t hesitate a second.
He was magnificent displayed on his back, stroking his cock.
But that powerful body was spectacular on its hands and knees.
“Tip, over here,” she called, dredging up iron control not to allow her legs to shift restlessly as wet excitement snaked up her pussy. “Now.”
Tip moved from where he was, face still stuffed in Jennifer’s crotch, to standing by the side of Sixx’s lounge.
“Jennifer, get a towel and some oil. Fast.”
“Yes, Mistress,” she said and took off.
“Ami, spread your knees farther apart,” she ordered.
He did, his thick, turgid cock suspended before him, ready to be used.
Damn, she wanted to grab hold.
“Kneel between his legs, Tip, reach between and massage his balls,” she demanded.
Tip did as told.
Ami’s head dropped.