He was right.
It started the first second she laid eyes on him.
It took effort, but she managed not to bite the lip he was pressing against, shift her legs because what was happening between them screamed for her to move, writhe, rub her thighs together or plunge her hand between them and rub … hard.
“The first time I touched you as your Master, you climaxed for me,” he declared.
She did.
God.
“So I met you while you were in training, before you subbed, and even then, you were mine. You’ve been mine for years, but you gave yourself to him, and now I finally have you, and you won’t give me what’s mine.”
She stared up into his eyes, holding herself perfectly still.
Abruptly, his thumb went away, his whole hand did, and he reached back to the fruit. He returned with a blackberry dipped in yogurt.
He spread the yogurt across her lower lip and murmured, “At least you didn’t give that to him.”
She couldn’t stop her teeth from coming out and scoring her lip anxiously.
He watched and when she was done, he pressed the fruit into her mouth.
“Eat that and when you’ve swallowed, lick your lips clean,” he commanded.
Holding his gaze, she did as told.
He watched.
It was agony and it was awesome.
“Up on your knees, Simone,” he said.
She got up on her knees between his legs.
“Put your hands on my knees.”
She did that too.
“I’m going to feed you. As I’m doing that, you may speak freely, but you take what I put in your mouth, chew it and swallow it while you make your explanations to me.”
Thank God.
She was going to get to explain.
He dipped a strawberry half into the yogurt, pressed it between her lips, she chewed and was about to swallow, then speak, when he asked, “Now, explain how you’re going to apologize to me for what you did at the pit.”
She blinked.
What she did at the pit?
“At the time, I warned you that you’d need to offer your apology,” he carried on, reaching for another blackberry, dipping it in yogurt and feeding it to her. “When you looked at that gladiator with invitation even while sitting by your Master.”
Oh man.
Another piece of fruit, melon this time, slathered in yogurt went into her mouth.
“Your apology?” he prompted when she was chewing.
Honestly, she hadn’t even thought about it. It seemed years ago, and so much had happened since, it entirely slipped her mind.
“I see,” he murmured.
And he knew it had.
Damn!
She swallowed and started, “Stellan—”
Suddenly, he gripped her at the back of her neck, pulled her up to him even as he dipped his face to hers.
“Master,” he hissed.
She said nothing.
“Say it,” he insisted.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“You will,” he warned, then let her go and reached back to the table.
Not for fruit this time.
Toward the bath towel.
He flipped it open and Sixx nearly groaned.
There was a Lelo INA Wave there, a large, bulbous G-spot massager with a clit stimulator.
Just that. No lube.
Thank God she was as wet as she was because the internal part was not small.
Stellan took it up, but when he stopped, her gaze went from the vibrator to him.
“You’ll be having your breakfast, Simone,” he said. “And you won’t be coming for some time. I have a number of plans for you today, and it would be a shame if you didn’t enjoy them to their fullest.”
Sixx had a feeling “enjoy” was a relative term in this context.
But she said nothing. Only nodded.
“Yes?” he pushed.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Something flashed in his eyes. It looked like annoyance, or maybe it was excitement.
“Be still,” he said.
She nodded again.
He wrapped one hand around the side of her neck, leaning deeply into her.
She felt the toy nudge the lace between her legs aside, and she held his gaze, peering deeply into his heated eyes. Hers, she suspected, were far more heated, as he slowly slid the vibrator inside her. He positioned it perfectly, internally as well as against her clit, and she couldn’t bite back the little mew that she emitted when he turned it on.
God, that was nice.
In her state, too nice.
Damn.
She couldn’t bite that mew back, but she was proud it was just that with the electric shock the toy sent surging through her body. Her fingers tightened on his knees, and sweet, hot satisfaction saturated his eyes.
Right, she liked him content and peaceful, watching her walk to him sitting by his pool.
But that look just hit second best to the look right there that was all she could see.
He was getting off on this.
Not a surprise, that was part of the point, but him not hiding it from her was.
He was remote with his slaves, almost removed in some scenes, just like her, but his was stern, assertive. The tenderness and affection only came when he needed to use it to get what he was after.
But he was giving it to her right there, nothing hidden.
He loved her on her knees before him.
And that just made it worse because it made it oh so much better.
“Stay still for me, Simone,” he said, sitting back, and she almost went with him, she so didn’t want to lose that look. She didn’t want it distant from her either. “You can chew and swallow what I give you. But remain motionless except for your mouth.”
She did as told, already feeling the fronts of her thighs start quivering, her fingers digging into the muscle around his knees as a response to his command, what was happening between her legs.
“Say, ‘Yes, Master,’” he urged gently.
“Yes…”
He waited.
She couldn’t finish.
He smiled a sweet, hot, wicked, magnetic smile that sent another pulse through her as if he’d turned up the vibrator working inside her when he had not.
Then he reached to the table to dip a blackberry in yogurt and feed it to her.
He fed her and himself as she knelt between his legs, gazing at his face, gripping his knees, chewing and swallowing and fighting the ripples of pleasure swelling from cunt to nipples to scalp to knees all the way down her shins straight to her toes.
She was trembling and finding it difficult to concentrate on chewing and swallowing when she thought he was going to take pity on her as he murmured, “Enough breakfast, darling.”
She drew in a breath and released it but sucked in another one when he kept speaking.
“Now for your punishment for what you did at the pit.”
Damn.
She thought that had been her punishment.
Okay, she wanted to give him everything, she wanted to be everything for him, and she’d fallen at the first hurdle.
And now she might fail at this.
But she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
That said, she had a feeling it was going to take all she had.
“My waistband, Simone,” he said. “Bring it down. Expose me. All of me.”
Oh yes.
It was going to take all she had.
The moan surged up and out before she could catch it, and things didn’t get better when she looked down at his lap, seeing him hard and straining against the knit fabric of his lounge pants.
Yes, hell yes.
He was getting off on this.
The pants were dark gray. The waistband black and elastic.
If pulled down to expose his cock and cup his balls, it would undo her.
He had a beautiful dick. Unsurprisingly, it was just like the rest of him, thick, long, and exquisitely formed. Giving him head was a religious experience.
Doing it close to climax with a g-spot vibrator and clit stimulator working inside her might kill her.
“You’ll learn,” he said softly, “that I don’t like repeating myself. Now, my waistband, Simone.”
She lifted her eyes to his, then forced her hands to move.
Curling her fingers into the waistband of his pants at the sides, she pulled them a couple of inches down before she ran her fingers along the front, tugging the elastic over his cock.