Sixx joined him as he shuddered through aftershocks, her body absorbing his, and his hers, and she shifted her hands to his hair, stroking it as he dropped his forehead to hers, and their panting breaths mingled.
A deep, guttural masculine cry rent the air as someone else in the room came.
But as lush as that sound was, her entire focus was on the eyes in front of her.
It was only then she realized that he’d given it all to her but even doing it in a room with three other people, he’d given them nothing.
She was entirely hidden and he hadn’t even pulled his pants over his ass.
He’d fucked her, and (except for the one on his knees) they’d probably watched him fuck her, but really they’d seen nothing.
He’d given it to her, he’d claimed her before them, he’d taken her for himself … and the only ones who got anything from what they shared was them.
Man, he was a genius.
Just the thought of it made her tremble again.
“Nice reward,” she muttered breathlessly.
“Cheek,” he returned gruffly.
“Stellan?” she called like he wasn’t right there, his cock still embedded inside her, his eyes staring into hers from less than an inch away.
“Right here, darling,” he responded gallantly, even if he knew he didn’t have to.
“I might not be able to say it, but you know it, what you are to me.”
Those eyes, so close, flashed with triumph that was so resplendent, it made her heels dig into the sides of the chair, her pussy clamp on him so tight he gave a slight grunt, and her fingers fist in his hair.
“I still want it from your lips, Simone,” he said.
She gave him a small smile, and he drew back so he could drop his eyes to it and watch.
Whatever he saw, he liked, because he flexed his hips into hers.
She bit her lip.
He gave her his wicked grin.
Another deep, masculine groan filled the air.
God, he was awesome.
“Can I watch now?” she requested.
“Anything, darling,” he murmured.
Yes, anything.
And yes, she’d take anything.
Because it meant giving Stellan as much of everything as she could give.
For their month.
Just their month.
They had three more weeks.
And then more than ever before, not for her, for Stellan …
She had to be history.
*
The instant Stellan slid a hand around her hip and in, flicking at her clit and growling, “Now, Simone,” she came.
Hard. Stars exploding behind her eyes, body locking, pussy rippling, clit convulsing, lips parted and pants escaping … hard.
She kept at it as, on her knees, she took his deep, vicious thrusts that, with her arms restrained in satin sleeves laced tight together from upper biceps to wrists behind her back, fingers curled in, nails biting into her palms at the small, she had no choice but to accept, to allow to drive her cheek deeper into the bed. She shuddered again, not with aftershocks.
Another climax.
His finger still at her clit, his other hand holding her ankle almost tenderly where it rested against his calf through her second orgasm, he kept at her and forced a sharp gasp from her throat followed by an incomprehensible, “Please.” If she was of a mind to think clearly, she wouldn’t know what she was begging for because Stellan was giving her everything she needed.
She would know what she wanted when he reached deep with both hands. Gripping her at the insides of her thighs right below the juncture to her sex, sending waves of pain and pleasure shooting up her cunt, she quivered in front of him in multiple mini-climaxes as he let out a grunt that turned into a groan when he exploded inside her.
Stellan kept her filled and stroked the insides of her thighs as the aftershocks scoured through her. Sixx struggled to catch her breath, and then his hands moved over her hips, her bottom, the backs of her thighs, down her calves to curl around each ankle and hold her there while he caressed her pussy with his cock, slow and sweet.
She stayed positioned for him in their bed, trying to will her mind and body back into her command.
The gladiators had been released. She’d been fed a light lunch at the feet of her Master. And now they were back in Stellan’s room. Stellan had removed her teddy, then Sixx had found that her reward was long-lasting and included a myriad of creatively culminated, mind-boggling orgasms.
Eventually, Stellan pulled out, released her ankles, and fell to his back beside her, not hesitating a second to draw her over him, still restrained.
But he positioned her like he normally did after they’d had sex, her thighs cradling one of his, his cum seeping out of her, her forehead in his throat.
She’d find the kink factor was a spectacular addition when his soft, loving, postcoital touch traced down her bound arms, slid under her immobile wrists, and back out for his fingers to lace into hers, which could do nothing but allow them and curl into his.
“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured.
The question was a surprise for a variety of reasons, considering he’d demonstrated plainly he knew a lot of things to do with her.
But Sixx had a feeling he wasn’t talking about play.
“You’re here, right here, all here, all mine, at the same time miles away from me,” he said, and she blinked at his neck. “How do you manage that?”
She was bound for him, her pussy still throbbed from taking him, his cum was gliding out of her, but this was not a Master-and-his-slave conversation.
“Stellan—” she began as a warning.
Suddenly, his other hand laced between the fingers of her free one. Using her straightened, trussed arms as leverage, he pulled her up as he crunched up, forcing her to go with him in a way she was straddling his hair-roughened thigh, her soft, sensitive, wet flesh against his hard, dry, bristly heat.
When she was face-to-face with him, his fingers around hers curled in cruelly.
And she had the impatient, frustrated tyrant.
“I could keep you suspended astride my cross and beat you for hours and that wouldn’t break you. I could keep you hovering close to climax without release for weeks and that wouldn’t break you. So how, Simone? How do I force it out of you?” he asked.
“It’s just a word, baby,” she whispered pacifyingly.
“I’m not talking about the word, Simone.”
She shut her mouth.
“I could give you everything, in my case literally, and it still would be nothing,” he stated, and her insides frosted over that he’d think such a thing.
“That isn’t true,” she whispered.
“You’re pulling away even when I’m inside you,” he stated flatly.
She looked away, terrified but at the same time moved he’d sensed that from her, read it in her, knew her so deeply.
“Don’t look away from me, and that is not a command as your Master, that’s your man demanding that of you, especially when we’re talking about this,” he said, and he furthered the words by letting her fingers go and starting to unlace the restraints.
Slowly, she forced her gaze to his.
“We’re having a good day,” she said softly. “Let’s just have this beautiful day.”
“And then what?” he asked as she felt the laces loosening.
“And then tomorrow we’ll have a different beautiful day.”
“And then?” he asked, the laces loosened, he slipped the sleeves off and tossed them on the floor beside the bed.
She had a feeling M wasn’t going to be picking those up and that was because Sixx would, and she’d put them away.
“Simone,” he clipped.
She focused on him.
“We have three more weeks.”
It was then her world collapsed. Like in the movies when the massive earthquake hits, the mighty crack opening in the earth, swallowing everything inside as it crumbles and disappears, letting out a mighty poof of dust that annihilates everything.
This was because his face assumed an expression like she’d struck him.
Stunned.
Hurt.
Wounded.
Arms released, she lifted both hands to his face.
“Baby.”
“It’s just time spent,” he declared, “Or rather, time served for you.”
“No, it’s not,” she rushed to say. “It’s brilliant, beautiful, perfect. You’re making me happy.”
“And you’re still going to leave me,” he stated. “Fulfill your promise and then leave.”
God, how did they get here?