Waiting to play with her.
So the time it took her to walk her mug to the sink and then move to the doors, she spent psyching herself up.
This was going to be awesome because it was going to be with Stellan.
This was going to be hot because it was going to come from Stellan.
And this was going to mean everything because she got to take it from Stellan.
And give it to him.
When she made it through the door and he peered over his shoulder that morning, he did not look content and relaxed.
His eyes moved the length of her body in a way that made her feel like each step she took, she’d get shorter and shorter as she melted into a puddle of Sixx goo slithering her way toward him.
She stopped at his side and looked down at him as he looked up at her.
She wanted to kiss him.
She actually felt that need drive right up her pussy, she wanted it so much.
“The cushion, darling,” he murmured, “on that chair. Put it on the deck between my feet and sit there.”
She watched as he spread his thick thighs and her mouth watered so intensely, she had to swallow.
She started to move but stopped when his fingers closed around hers.
She looked down at him again.
“Forget something?” he asked.
Did she?
Was there something else on the bathroom counter he wanted her to wear that she missed?
No. There was nothing. She never missed anything, but she for certain wouldn’t miss anything that morning.
So was she supposed to ask him if he wanted more coffee?
Her two submissive scenes with Aryas had occurred in the red room at the Honey. They’d been private, controlled and contained. There wasn’t coffee to get for her Dominant. The only kind of service expected was sexual.
“Did you want more coffee?” she asked, but it even sounded like a guess.
“No, Simone,” Stellan answered. “What I want and what you know I want, when I give you a command, is for you to answer appropriately.”
Top to toe, her body stiffened.
He expected her to call him Master.
Already she saw the differences between him being a dominant sexual partner and actual Dom/sub play.
She wanted to give him everything.
She wanted to make this everything he wanted.
But she’d forgotten about that.
And Sixx couldn’t do that.
She was a Mistress. She gave the commands.
And she’d been a slave to her early life. She took no commands from any Master.
Stellan as her everyday Stellan, yes.
Stellan dominating her, yes.
Stellan as her Master.
She couldn’t do it.
Christ, she was falling at the first hurdle.
“Can I just call you Stellan?” she whispered.
“Can you just call me Stellan … what?” he pressed.
“I can’t do that, baby,” she said softly.
His fingers around hers tightened before he let her go and said, “Get the cushion and position as I asked, Simone.”
He’d given in, which was somewhat of a relief.
But she’d disappointed him.
Already.
Which was oh-so-not a relief.
It’s a word. Just a word. In play. This isn’t real life. It’s fantasy. It’s sex. It’s trust. It’s love, her mind reminded her.
Trust.
Love.
Shut up, she returned.
You want him to rule you, your body, your heart. You couldn’t wait to get down here, her mind kept at her.
Shut up! she snapped.
Stilling her thoughts, Sixx got the cushion, dropped it to the deck between his spread legs and then dropped to her hip on it.
She looked up at him.
“Can I please expla—?” she began.
She didn’t finish because his fingers spanned her jaw, but his thumb pressed on her lips, pushing in, the pad of it digging into the edge of the ridge of her lower teeth.
“Speak when spoken to, Simone,” he said.
Well at least she could do that, especially with his hand holding her jaw and mouth prisoner.
“Lean against my leg,” he ordered.
She could do that too, so she did.
He ran the pad of his thumb along the edge of her teeth.
“It’s important to me you call me Master,” he stated, removing his thumb but using it to stroke hard across her cheek, pressing the inner flesh into the side of her teeth. “You may speak.”
“Can we start into that slowly?” she asked.
He removed his hand and reached to the table.
He came back with a cube of watermelon.
He touched it to her lips, and when she opened them, he murmured, “No.”
She didn’t know if that was a “no” to opening her mouth or a “no” they couldn’t start slowly.
But she closed her lips.
He slid the cube along them and watched himself doing it, his expression schooled, appearing like he was lost in thought.
She let him and tried not to squirm.
“Tongue,” he ordered quietly.
Sixx slid out her tongue.
He placed the watermelon on it and said, “Eat.”
She took it in, chewed and swallowed, all while he watched.
As he did, something inside her melted, and Sixx slipped into a sub daze, realizing even more now than with her experience with Aryas how glorious it was to perform, to do as told and let her Dom watch. They were barely five minutes in, he was simply viewing her while she swallowed some fruit, and she was so focused on him, focused on giving him what he asked for, she didn’t hear the long sheets of water falling from the stone feature into his pool. She didn’t feel the heat already on the morning or the cushion under her hip.
She felt his calf, knee and thigh at her back. She saw his face. She even could convince herself she heard his breathing.
He reached and brought back another piece of fruit, half a juicy strawberry this time, and rubbed it along her lips.
She waited for permission.
He watched the fruit trace her flesh like he could do it for days.
And it felt like days. It felt like an eternity.
“Did you call Aryas Master?”
In her state, his question surprised her, and her gaze that was resting in a sub daze sharpened to focus on him.
“No,” she answered.
His head cocked to the side. “No?”
She shook her head.
“Did he punish you for that?” he queried.
She fought a squirm and nodded.
Stellan appeared to take that in.
And he did so not liking it.
“Tongue,” he commanded.
She gave him her tongue and took the fruit when he laid it there.
She brought it into her mouth, started chewing, and he slightly shook his head.
“Did I tell you to eat?”
Sixx stopped chewing.
“You’ll have to finish now,” he said.
She finished chewing and swallowed.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
He reached for another piece of fruit and came back with a cube of cantaloupe.
Rubbing it on her lip, he asked, “Do you know what bothers me?”
Oh God.
Something bothered him.
Now they were not even six minutes into their first scene, and something was bothering him.
But of course it would. Practically the first thing he’d asked, she hadn’t given.
She almost spoke, but he did it before her.
“That you gave what was mine to Aryas.”
It came out before she could stop it. “Stellan.”
He pressed the melon between her lips, placing it on her tongue.
She held it in her mouth and stared up at him, seeing now there was a tightness around his mouth, a hardness in his eyes.
Lord, it did bother him.
“It’s irrational, I know,” he went on. “I also don’t care. The very thought of Aryas commanding you, if I don’t stop myself thinking on it, it could grow to rage.” He cupped her jaw with his hand and ordered, “Eat.”
She chewed and swallowed.
“But you knew,” he continued.
She sat between his legs and looked up in his eyes and as commanded, said nothing.
“You knew,” he stated. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, you knew you were mine. And you gave yourself to him.”
She opened her mouth to say something, leaning into him, but his thumb came again, this time pressing against the front of her teeth.
“Don’t speak, Simone,” he growled.
All right.
She had Stellan the tyrant. The Dom who expected his subs to obey. He called them slaves for a reason. When he was with them, he owned them.
And he was with her now, and he owned her.
But then again, he’d always owned her.
Always.