And regardless, last weekend, his work with her had been far more intimate than any she’d seen him do with another sub, even when there were three other men in the room with him while he did it.
In other words, what he intended to do to her could be anything.
This meant her stomach felt odd in a fluttery way, and her pussy was drenched, her clit throbbing and her nipples so hard they hurt.
And the longer he made her wait—and the minutes stretched into more and then more—the worse it got.
She knew this game. She’d played this game a good deal with her subs. The longer you sat in a vulnerable position and waited for attention, the longer you had to think on what that attention might be, or what you wanted it to be, or what your Dom was feeling, knowing you were in that state and it was just getting worse, the more worked up you became.
She’d once made a sub wait so long for her to touch him, when she did, he’d come instantly and without permission.
So of course he’d come again, with permission, a much, much longer and far more arduous time later.
In other words, she had to pull herself together and keep it together. She couldn’t lose it like that with Stellan.
Not Stellan.
Not her Master.
She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them, staring at the door, trying not to lick her lips, rub her thighs together or call out just to see if he was close.
Stellan made her wait longer.
And even longer.
When she was ready to scream, aware of every inch of her skin, all of it sensitive even simply exposed to the air, brilliantly uncomfortable in a position that was not designed to give discomfort, but with the length of time she had to wait to be in her Dom’s presence, to have his attention, it was becoming excruciating, he sauntered in.
Her pussy pulsed when she saw what he had in his hands.
Left, a tube of lube.
The right, a relatively substantial, wide, squat, steel anal plug.
Her mouth started watering.
He walked up the steps and to her, coming to a stop at her feet.
He tossed the lube and plug to the bed beside her then his hands moved to the hem of his tee.
He tugged it off and dropped it to the floor.
Staring at his chest, Sixx bit her lip.
“Take up the plug, darling, and prepare it,” he murmured warmly.
More than ready for the games to begin, Sixx turned her head to the bed to grab the toy, but it was forced back with a crooked finger under her chin so he could catch her gaze.
“I gave you an order, Simone, how do you reply?” he asked.
She stared into his eyes, pulling it up, ready to give it to him, needing to give it to him.
So she gave it to him.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
The flare in his heated blue gaze that left it blazing raged up her pussy, straight to her womb.
“Excellent,” he whispered back, the adoration in his tone mingled with the intensity in his eyes and settling warmly throughout her body.
He stroked her chin with a finger, lifting it to sweep it across her lips before he straightened away.
Sixx swallowed and turned back to the toy.
With practiced hands she lubed it, and with the width of it, she did this generously.
Stellan took the lube from her, dropped it to the bed, and she sat at its edge, head tipped back, waiting again for her next instruction.
Her entire body started trembling when he undid the drawstring on his pants, let them drop to just below his ass but planted his feet wide so they stayed right there, stretched across his upper thighs with his now-exposed cock standing out thick, long and proud, his balls heavy but drawn up tight.
Damn, it was actually painful not to bend forward and take him deep in her mouth.
But when he said what he said next, it set the trembles she was experiencing to rolling quakes.
“Now, slide that toy inside me, darling, and fuck me while you do it.”
Her eyes locked to his, she sat motionless except for the involuntary quivering.
He tipped his head to the side. “Do I have to ask again?”
“You want me to … you want to be…?” She couldn’t finish.
Master Stellan wanted to be …
Fucked?
And plugged?
He finished for her.
“Fucked and then full when I play with you?”
“Yes,” she forced out.
“That is what I told you to do,” he reminded her.
“Do you…” Her voice came out pitched high, and his lips quirked. She pulled it together and asked, “Have you done this before?”
“When I display a slave at the Club, it’s her I want displayed, it’s her I want to have the attention, not me. So when I work plugged, I wear pants. And when I fuck plugged, it’s with my front to the windows.”
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
She’d had no idea.
How hot was this?
Too hot!
“Darling, don’t delay. I have something planned I’m looking forward to, and I’d like to get on with it.”
Sixx wanted to get on with it too, in a big way.
And she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. So she leaned toward him, reaching around, her neck straining with the deep bend she had to use to keep contact with his gaze because she absolutely wanted to watch his face as she filled him.
“You can use your other hand to open me,” he murmured.
Okay.
Man.
God, she was going to come doing this.
She was going to come, sliding inside Stellan.
Suddenly, his hand flashed out, and he pinched her nipple pitilessly.
She jumped and moaned as that pinch exploded in her clit.
“Plug me,” he bit.
Sixx wrapped her hand around his cheek, opening him, and with the plug in the other one, she slid it along his crease until the end caught at his hole.
She pressed it to him.
His hand came to rest on the side of her neck but not for long. It went up, and back, fisting in her hair at the back crown and straining her neck even further as he pulled her back and bent to put his face into hers.
She pressed the plug deeper.
He growled.
Oh yes, this was hot.
The lips of her pussy shivered, and her breath started to come out raspy.
She pushed in deeper and then started stroking.
“After you’re done filling me, darling,” he murmured roughly, “I’m going to turn you onto your knees and fuck your ass. With fingers splayed, face in the bed, you’re going to hold yourself open for me and beg me to fuck you deep. Take you hard. Not to stop. Then I’m going to come in you and on you, all over you. And you’re going to thank your Master for his cum and ask him for more.”
“Yes,” she breathed, pressing the toy in deeper, gliding it out, in, out, opening him, pushing it further and further with each stroke.
“I should have thought to find a switch Mistress to fill me,” he purred. “They know how to take ass better than anyone.” He came closer so his lips were nearly on hers. “But I’m glad I waited for you.”
“I am too,” she whispered.
She went deeper, and his hand in her hair fisted tighter.
“This will be it, Simone,” he told her, his gaze totally turned on and tuned into her, but something had gone serious in it. Dead serious. “I’ll have your ass, you’ll have had mine, we’ll have claimed everything, which means you’ll be fully mine, as I will be yours.”
I will be yours.
She started shaking.
“Stellan—”
His other hand captured her nipple, pinching and twisting, and she cried out and drove the plug deeper than intended, earning a pleased grunt.
“Who am I to you?” he reminded her gruffly.
“Master,” she said.
“That’s my Simone,” he returned, pressed into the plug, and she got the hint, drove it home, and he commanded, “Hold on to my ass.”
She did, with both hands.
Using her hair, he pushed her down. His other hand now wrapped around his cock, he forced it into her mouth.
She accepted it gladly.
Sucking him while he fucked her face and held her head stationary to take his thrusts, she tried to beat back the moans, the writh ing of her hips against the bed, the pressing of her thighs against each other, and Stellan didn’t miss it.
“If you come, you will be punished.”
She honestly didn’t care.