Both his hands spanned her skull, and he drove into her mouth relentlessly as she held tight to his ass and let him.
It went on what seemed like tortuous hours but was only tortuous minutes before he pulled out, kept one hand on her head, the other hand he wrapped around his dick and teased her by brushing the glossy silk of the tip against her lips.
“Are you ready to get fucked, Simone?”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed.
She just got that out before she was up, turned, positioned with her knees tight together, her ass back and on offer, her face shoved into the bed.
“Splayed fingers, open yourself for me,” he growled.
She did.
She vaguely heard something plop on the bed and knew he was lubing himself for extra slickening to ease the way.
But that was the only way he eased his penetration.
One of his hands landed on the small of her back as he drove into her to the root with a glorious grunt at the same time she let out a sharp cry.
And then he took her ass like it was what it was.
His and his alone, for his use however he wanted to use it.
It.
Was.
Glorious.
He thrust deep and stayed planted.
“Beg me, Simone,” he bit out.
“Fuck me, Master,” she begged into the bed. “Please, fuck my ass.” He again took her deep, hard, forcing her body into the bed with each stroke.
“Open wider for me,” he ordered.
She pulled herself wider, and he kept at her.
“Don’t stop, Master, please. Please keep fucking my ass,” she pleaded.
“You’re hot up there, darling,” he growled. “Christ. Hot and tight.”
“Take it,” she breathed.
“Is it mine?”
“Yes. Yours,” she pushed out. “Only yours.” She closed her eyes, her body shaking, it and nothing of it under her control, so the words she said next slipped right out. “Stellan, baby, I need to come.”
“Not yet, Simone.”
“I … can’t … hold…”
“You will hold.”
“Baby—”
He made a low, reverberating noise so exquisite, her body locked to give what it could to her Master, her attention shifting from her need to release entirely to him.
He grunted, “Hold,” right before he shouted out his orgasm, pulsing his cum in her ass before he pulled out and jetted more on her cheeks, in her opened crease, everywhere.
She felt the head of his cock prodding her flesh and knew he was milking himself and jacking into her, using her as resistance to keep coming, and it was so sublime, she tasted blood as she bit the inside of her lip to hold back her own climax.
She heard him take in a deep, broken breath then felt his thumb slide up her ass, two fingers drive into her pussy, and he commanded brusquely, “You can come for me now, Simone.”
She exploded instantly, holding position, shuddering in the ball of body offered up to her Master, face in the bed, ass and pussy his for the taking.
When she started coasting down, her breathing still erratic, his voice came at her again.
“Thank me,” he ordered huskily, his fingers and thumb still inside her but now stroking gently.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Ask me for more.”
“Please, Master, I need more of your cum.”
“Lovely, darling,” he murmured. “Tonight, you’re going to sleep with my cum in you everywhere you can take it. Sleep with it coating your ass and cunt and belly and breasts. Sleep with a plug inside to keep me inside you. Sleep with your Master a part of you, inside and out.”
“Yes,” she whispered to the bed.
“Crawl to my nightstand, get your plug, bring it back to your Master.”
His fingers were still planted inside her, but to allow her to carry out his instruction, he slid himself free, and she crawled to his nightstand to retrieve the smaller plug he kept there.
As she crawled back, he drawled, “When you get here, darling, up on your knees, facing me, hand me your plug, then prepare to take it by opening for me.”
She arrived back to him seeing he’d righted his pants and wishing he hadn’t.
But that was not her choice.
And God but she liked it like that.
Because she’d get it back, but only when he was ready to give it to her.
She lifted up on her knees slightly spread, gave him the plug, put her hands where he wanted them and did what he’d told her to do.
Only then did she look right into his eyes and say clearly, “Yes, Master.”
His face shifted to a pure beauty of vicious possession as another sound came from him, low again, deep, and this time feral as he took her mouth in a hard, wet kiss at the same time he reached around and drove her plug up her ass.
And there was no way around it no matter how she might want to look at it or how hard her subconscious was trying to make her escape from it.
In that moment she knew it.
She.
Was.
Claimed.
His lips slid from hers to her ear.
“It’s time to see how my Simone reacts to being restrained,” he whispered there.
She shivered, top to toe.
And she could swear she felt his smile against her ear.
*
Stellan was fucking her face again, and eating her, while she was tied on her back to his bed with black silk sashes, wrists and ankles, both spread wide.
Sixx was watching his plugged ass move as he thrust into her mouth and ate her out, in the throes of agony since he’d played with her pussy to orgasm, and again, and again, then fucked it to his orgasm (and another of hers), so it was excruciatingly sensitive.
And that was after he’d fucked her tits and come all over them.
With a soft grunt sounding intimately against that exact sensitivity, he came down her throat, and she scrambled to swallow as he ordered, “Now,” before he sucked hard on her clit, then licked over it, drove his tongue inside, and she came in his mouth.
She shuddered lazily through her climax, focusing more on milking his cum from his cock, so gone, lost in the scene, lost to him, it was almost like it was happening to an alternate Sixx, and she was out of body, watching it.
He’d done what he’d promised, and she was covered in his seed—ass, cunt, breasts, belly—and now it was down her throat.
He took her with him over the edge each time, and then some, so now she was spent, lax under him, her pussy quivering against his laving tongue, her mouth nursing his cock.
Eventually he gently slid out, and she lay there unmoving for him as he slipped the knot on each wrist, each ankle, then positioned between her legs, lowered his body to hers and murmured his command.
“Arms and legs around me, darling.”
Like she was in a dream, her limbs drifted to do as she was told.
“Are you even conscious?” he asked, and at the teasing lilt to his voice, she focused on him (mildly).
“I think so,” she answered.
“We’re done playing, Simone, though you keep the plug until morning, and you won’t be washing me away.”
“Okay by me, hot stuff,” she muttered and felt her most favorite feeling in the world.
Yes, after multiple orgasms and mind-shattering sexual play, what she felt right then was still her favorite.
His body was shaking against hers with his quiet laughter.
That made her focus on him a lot less mild.
His fingers came to her jaw, his thumb moving over her cheek to the corner of her lip, along the lower one, and back as he studied her face.
“You okay?” she asked softly, seeing his face was sated, relaxed, content, but feeling something … off.
“You slipped right into role this time.”
She grinned at him, giving him her own tease, “Miss Sixx?”
His thumb halted and his eyes grew intense on hers.
His did not hide he was startled.
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
In the peace of the aftermath of a beautiful scene, suddenly, her insides grew cold.
“I don’t … well, it’s…” she stammered, drew in a breath and said, “Of course you don’t miss her. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“She’s not gone.”
Sixx stared up at him.
He continued, “She’s right here, where she’s always been. Where she’ll always be. She’s not going anywhere. She’s you.”
“I thought you wanted—”
“I want you. You. And you’re Sixx.”
“But Simone—”