“Darling?” Stellan called.
She reached down, grabbed his hand, tugged him out of his seat and pulled him out of the observation room.
“We shouldn’t leave, Simone,” Stellan told the back of her head.
She didn’t listen.
She dragged him to the Dom Lounge, into it, right to her locker.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured.
She punched in the combination, yanked the locker open and looked up at him.
“Please be quiet,” she whispered.
His eyes roamed her face.
Then he dipped his chin to her.
God, she loved … this … man.
She reached into the locker, felt around, found the two things she wanted, and she knew Stellan had to see them when she pulled them out.
He said nothing as she slammed the locker closed, grabbed his hand, and lugged him out of the Dom Lounge.
He still said nothing when she took him to the doors, four of them, that stood close together, thankfully close to the Dom Lounge.
The isolation rooms.
They were called this because they were no bigger than a very small closet.
And with the lights out, they were completely dark.
Aryas had other isolation play at the Honey, namely tanks of water you could put a sub in to do things to them.
These smaller rooms were different. Constricted space. No light. No sound. So dark, some Doms wore night vision goggles to play with their subs in them (and the cameras in the room definitely had night vision).
This was not what Sixx wanted.
She looked at the panels outside the rooms, found three were unoccupied, and opened the door to one.
She immediately hit the switch that told the control room it was occupied.
She tugged Stellan in.
The light was on, she kept it on, and she and Stellan were everywhere since the entirety of the small space was mirrored. Even the ceiling. This, obviously, for other types of play, not isolation.
“Jacket off,” she ordered.
She was not looking at him, but she could feel his eyes on her even as she felt him shrug off his jacket.
He dropped it to the ground.
“Face the back wall. Open your shirt,” she commanded shortly. “Completely.”
No hesitation, Stellan did it.
She positioned behind him, reached around and undid his trousers.
“Legs wide,” she kept at him.
He planted his legs wide as she yanked his pants down, glorying in watching through the mirror as his thick, hard, handsome cock sprung free.
She also saw he had his shirt open, it was hanging loose, exposing an inch of skin from throat to cock.
“Hands to the mirror.”
Stellan put his hands to the mirror.
She lubed the large vibrator, tossed the tube to the ground, and looked over his shoulder into the mirror, right into his burning, penetrating, dark blue eyes.
“It’s not him. It’s you,” she told him, her voice shaking with emotion.
He dipped his chin again.
“I need it,” she stated.
“Then take it,” he replied, curt, sharp, like a dare.
Like an order.
Eyes to his, she turned the vibrator all the way to high, positioned it at his ass, and drove it deep.
His breath came out in a hiss, his head slammed back, and the muscles and veins in his neck jumped out.
He righted his head and caught her eyes.
“Fuck me,” he growled.
Sixx did—hard, long, deep strokes, reaching around to his front to clamp onto his cock and fist it, pumping brutally.
He moved with her, fucking her hand, fucking his own ass, his noises and hers bouncing around the room, pounding into them, everything she was giving him, he was taking, he was giving, in the mirrors, everywhere she could see.
And through it all, he held her gaze until he couldn’t anymore, his jaw hard, his face set in stone, his head hitched back.
“Come, baby,” she whispered.
He blew, his long, lean body jerking violently, his cum gushing all over the floor.
Yes.
Yes.
Scalp to toe, she quivered in ecstasy.
He was twitching in her hold as she milked the last drops from him.
And then she had no hold on him at all.
She was back against the mirror in front of him, his hand wrapped tight around her throat, his other hand jerking up the body-hugging skirt of the gray leather dress she was wearing.
It didn’t go as far as he needed, but it didn’t matter. In a close squeeze, he dove into her panties at the front and rubbed her clit brutally, pushing back hard, diving two fingers in deep, finger fucking her, pulling out and going back at her clit with his face not an inch from hers, his breaths heavy on her lips, hers on his, as she stared desperately into his eyes.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he bit off.
“Please, Master, let me come.”
He shoved his hand between her legs back, fucking her with long, deep strokes of his fingers.
God, she was going to lose it.
“Please,” she begged.
His fingers at her throat slid up to her cheek, pushing her head to the side, his face came down, and he latched onto her neck with his teeth, biting her so hard she was sure he’d broken skin before he clipped, “Come.”
He latched on again with his teeth, and she jerked against his hold as she came viciously into his hand.
The aftershocks were nearly as extreme as the orgasm had been. Which meant by the time she started coming down, she hadn’t felt it that he was stroking her pussy like it was a pet and laving at her neck like it was an ice cream cone.
She lifted her hands and caught his face, pulling it up and away so she could gain his eyes.
He cupped her pussy.
She shared like a chant. “It wasn’t him, baby. It wasn’t him. It was about you.”
“Darling,” he gently squeezed between her legs and lifted a hand to cover his mark at her neck. “Calm.”
Instantly, her racing heart and rasping breath began to settle.
“Didn’t I tell you the other night we were learning this part of our lives?” he asked.
She stared up at him and said nothing.
“Didn’t I?” he pushed.
Sixx nodded, because he had.
“Something I’ve already learned that I’ll share now is that outside of the gladiator pit, if Ami is not claimed tonight by Naya, which I think we can both agree that he has been, I cannot allow your attention to toys.”
“Oh … kay,” she said slowly.
“You’re very much mine, Simone, in all ways, and I thought I could share that way in order to give you something you need, but I was wrong.”
She pressed her lips together.
So Aryas was right.
Damn.
“You can watch,” he told her. “If with me, like tonight. But you cannot touch. And you cannot command. Not ever again.”
Oh …
Shit.
“But you’re my Simone, darling,” he said gently. “Not my slave, my Simone. Even as I’ve already claimed that of you, I didn’t fully understand the difference, but I do now.”
“Can you … will you share that with me?” she requested.
He smiled a soft smile.
Thank God he was smiling.
Then he spoke.
“I will not be your sub, sweetheart. I will not be whipped and fucked with your heel or commanded to suck cock, real or inanimate. I would give that to you if I had it in me, and I must admit, I love you enough, I want you to have everything you desire, so I’ve considered it.”
It was beautiful that he actually considered it.
More beautiful why.
Before she could form that into words to share that with him, he kept going.
“But you can use me, Simone,” he stated, and her belly curled into itself. “I’ll allow you to use your Master to get what you need, but you must understand, once you do, you’ll give him what he needs in return however he takes it from you. I can imagine that’s not entirely understood. We’ll need to keep playing to find where the limits are, for you and for me. We already found one limit for me, though neither of us understood it at the time. That being I have you in our bed, as my lover and as my sub. However, you do not take me there. But what you needed tonight, obviously, I gladly will give. I can imagine being restrained by you would be highly enjoyable. Beyond that, we shall see.”
“Do you know I adore you?” she whispered, thinking that was another huge gift he would treasure more than her trust.