“I’m so fucking happy you found your happy, I’d kiss you if I didn’t think Stellan would take my head off for it.”
“He knows we’re friends.”
“Babe, you did not see his face when you were talking about your gladiator. Careful there, my beauty. You got a man on your hands who is not into sharing, and you let a Dom claim you who happens also to be that man, and that magnifies that kind of shit about ten million times.”
Good Lord.
She was offended.
Actually offended.
“I’d never be untrue to Stellan.”
“I figure that. I figure he knows that. It won’t matter dick. Man like that will piss on his patch as a matter of course, even if he lived alone on an island. If something really matters, there’ll be hell to pay. My advice is you take that in, beautiful, because when it comes to you, there’s a lot of ways that could go south.”
In some ways, what he was saying was obvious.
In others, she had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’m in love with him, Ary, and he is with me,” she shared. “So that kind of thing doesn’t factor.”
Aryas looked stunned.
That look didn’t last long before it melted to elated.
Then he muttered, “Fuck it.”
After that, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head, pulled her in, and kissed her forehead.
Holy God.
When he moved back, she snapped, “You’re totally stepping all over my rep.”
“Baby, Mistress Sixx is dead, now long live the queen.”
She kept snapping. “You’d be annoying if you weren’t so damned sweet and I didn’t like you so much.”
He grinned at her, touched her nose with a finger, and lumbered away.
She let out a hefty sigh.
Stellan materialized by her side, and she jumped.
She turned to him.
He handed her a fresh drink, asking, “What was that?”
“Aryas totally disrespecting Mistress Sixx,” she answered.
“Darling, you do know everyone in this room knows I tie you up and do very naughty things to you,” Stellan noted carefully.
“Whatever,” she muttered.
It was his eyes that were sparkling then as he offered an arm. “Shall we go watch Naya do very naughty things to Ami?”
She wrapped her fingers around his elbow. “Sure.”
He shook his head at her, then moved them toward the doors.
When they were out of earshot of everyone, if not eyeshot, he asked, “Have you a clue how much I adore you?”
She looked up at him as he slid out of her hold to open the door.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His face got soft. “Good.”
He indicated the opened doorway with his head.
Sixx moved through, stopped on the other side, and waited to take her man’s arm so they could watch an extraordinarily beautiful woman do very naughty things to an amazingly good-looking man.
*
My, my, my.
“I think it’s safe to say she’s a natural,” Stellan murmured at her side.
Sixx would very much agree.
She’d tabled him.
Christ, like a champ.
That and chained him to the wall.
Ami’s thick neck was in an iron band attached to the wall. His big fists were attached to the wall at his wrists. And his long legs were up, spread wide and cocked, braces above his knees attached to chains attached to the wall holding his massive thighs wide and relatively stationary, cuffs around his ankles, also chained to the wall, spreading his calves wider.
His bare ass was at the very edge of the table.
And his cock, balls and ass cheeks were covered with dried drips of aqua-blue wax.
Naya was coquettish.
She’d been flirting with him all night.
In a kickass, Mistress-with-an-edge kind of way.
Her body was covered in a teddy, the entire front panel a complicated pattern of see-through, delicate aqua lace, the arms of the three-quarter sleeves stretch-aqua netting leading to a band of lace below her elbows. The vee at the front was deep, the lace at the bottom cut high to expose hipbones.
She’d kept on her high-heeled silver sandals, her hair was down and bounding around her shoulders and her ample chest. She also had refreshed her berry lipstick repeatedly, doing this after leaving it staining Ami at his neck, nipples, inner thighs, balls and cock.
The woman was already a master Mistress with restraints and wax.
And it was not her beauty or her body that had Ami’s complete attention.
He was so deep in the zone for her, the world was gone, and Naya and what she’d do to him next, but mostly how much he wanted whatever that was, were the only things on his mind.
And what she intended to do to him next made Sixx lock herself firmly in one of the four comfortable armchairs Aryas had set in the observation room that was outside a one-sided window that took up the entire wall.
Her mouth was watering.
And her nipples were tingling.
Naya was approaching him with a large cock.
Ami’s own cock was so huge and swollen, it was nearly purple, and they heard his chains rattle through the open speakers as she approached him with that phallus.
“He’s going to come,” Sixx whispered.
“He’ll hold,” Stellan whispered back.
Okay then …
Sixx was going to come just watching.
God.
“Zzzzsss,” they heard Naya make the sexy sound she made often when she was calming Ami as she approached between his legs. “You’re with me, no?” she asked.
His head bobbed against the wall.
Oh yes.
He was totally with her.
In a somewhat surprising move, she trailed the head of the phallus over his balls, his cock, up his boxed abs, between his pecs, up his throat, his chin.
“Open,” she bid.
My.
My.
My.
“Well played,” Stellan murmured.
He could say that again.
Ami opened.
Naya slid the cock inside his mouth.
Damn.
“Suck, mon guerrier,” she ordered.
He sucked, hard.
Holy hell.
“I like this very much,” Naya cooed to her chained sub.
Taking his attention at his mouth, and with her eyes on him as he sucked cock, he missed what else she was up to, and his entire big body bucked so hard Sixx worried the chains would tear out of the wall when she drove two fingers up his ass.
“I’m inside you everywhere, Ami,” she purred, fucking his mouth and his ass. “Do you like your Mistress inside you?”
His head bobbed again.
“Yes, you do,” she decreed in a playful tone.
And then in a move so swift Sixx nearly missed it, if not the culmination of it, the cock was out of his mouth, and she was driving it up his ass.
His chest pounded out, his long legs cranked wide, and his mouth opened on a roar that began unintelligibly and ended in “Yes, Mistress, fuck me, take me, goddamn fuck.”
Sixx had also missed that Naya had lubed her fingers, so he was primed to take that cock.
But he was primed in more ways than one.
And he was going to be more primed.
Naya wrapped her elegant hand around his dick and started pumping, the wax drips peeling off, slithering to the floor.
“Beg for more, mon guerrier,” she ordered.
“Fuck, yeah, more, Mistress. Take my ass. Fist my junk. Fuck me, fuck me.”
It was the first time her inexperience shone through, or perhaps the show was just too good for her to carry on, but she ended it in Sixx’s estimation far too soon as Naya drove the cock home, grabbed tight to his balls, squeezed and commanded. “Come immediately.”
With zero delay, on a thundering cry, Ami’s cum jetted up his chest, his hands in fists, his neck straining, his body pumped so huge, every vein that could pop had, and his legs jacked so wide, the pain of the pull down his inner thighs had to be immense.
“More, Mistress,” he grunted, still shooting. “More. Squeeze me. Pump me. Fuck me.”
She went back to the cock and did the best she could with only two hands until there was nothing but weak spurts of milky fluid coming from the tip of his cock, his huge body convulsing before it went slack.
Naya did not cease, though her movements at cock and ass had slowed, gone gentle, when she asked softly and with the reverence her sub’s performance demanded, “I would like to keep going, Ami. How do you feel?”
He could barely focus on her, but he managed it as he managed to growl, “I … am … yours.”
And that was all she could take.
Sixx shot out of her seat.