She allowed her lips to tip up.
He reached to the side, caught his boy by the back of his thick neck, and shoved him to all fours on the floor in front of him.
D then bent forward and with practiced hands had the man’s suede breeches down over his sculpted ass in no time.
“Legs wide, Mad, thighs tight against that suede,” D told him. “You know the drill.”
Maddox instantly adjusted his position as told.
Molly, standing at the ready at D’s side with a dark green velvet bag opened for him, offered it up.
D reached in, felt around, pulled out a wide plug, muttered, “Get the remote, baby,” and then, without lube, shoved it up the ass in front of him.
The resounding grunt coming from the floor made Sixx out-and-out smile and catch D’s eyes.
“I take it you like payback,” she remarked as D lifted his big, booted feet and rested them on the back of the man in front of him while he took the remote from Molly.
He hit it, a groan floated up as D’s boots jerked, and he wasn’t the one jerking them, and D grinned audaciously at Sixx.
“You’re gonna get fucked, Mistress, only way to go is raw.” He looked to his feet. “Am I right, Mad?”
“Yeah, D,” Maddox growled.
“How blue are those balls, bro?” D asked.
“You could get to the fucking-me-raw part anytime, my man.”
D slid his big, white smile Sixx’s way. “I think Mad and me have different definitions of when ‘anytime’ should be. Too bad you’re gonna miss that action, Mistress. My boy here likes his big daddy’s cock. Almost more than I like his. But God didn’t grant me the extra inches, so I gotta go at him with all sorts of endurance and get creative.”
Sixx had no doubt he had the skills to achieve all of that and again smiled back.
“How hard you gonna go at me tomorrow, boy?” D asked the man under his boots.
“Am I sleeping with your cock up my ass?” Maddox asked back.
D dug the heel of his boot into the guy’s shoulder as the mischievous Dom took a hike and D’s baritone came out like a slow roll of warning thunder. “What’s that you say?”
“Am I sleeping with your cock up my ass, big daddy?” Maddox amended.
D took his boots off his man’s back, leaned down, reached in and obviously gave some balls a hefty squeeze because Maddox’s head stretched well back, his attractive lips parted in a silent groan. “That’s how you talk to your big daddy, boy,” he educated quietly.
Though Sixx was in little doubt he needed to do that. This crew had been together for so long, especially with an audience, Maddox bought just that because he wanted it … bad.
His sub’s needs communicated to him, D then hit the zone.
“You like this?” he asked gently.
“Yeah,” Maddox answered, and Sixx guessed at ball massage.
D reached deeper, and Sixx knew he was now stroking cock, and Lord, if he wanted to make certain that anyone who was watching would know they were pulling out the stops to put on a show for Mistress Sixx, he was certainly succeeding.
“How about this?” D queried.
“More, my man,” Maddox begged, his hips beginning to hump fist.
“You’ll get more,” D promised. “You gonna like sleeping with my cock up your ass?”
“Always. Love your meat up my ass, Diesel.”
“Yeah,” D grunted, jacking him faster, and a low noise rumbled up Maddox’s throat, his head still back. “Jack that fist, my monster, keep that head back. I like your back arched for me.”
Maddox started fucking the fist wrapped around his dick.
D handed the remote to Molly and went in two-handed, and Sixx couldn’t see, but she figured he was working cock and balls and knew it was good by the permanent wince, white teeth sunk into full lower lip and the hissing, labored breathing of the man on his hands and knees.
“Fuck me, but I like to watch that ass moving,” D muttered reverently, eyes locked on his man’s ass. “So damned pretty, all plugged and shit. Almost as pretty as it looks when it’s full of my cock.” He kept his attention on the swinging, carved buttocks in front of him as he asked, “How ’bout you, Molly baby? You like to watch your Mad’s ass move while he jacks your D’s fist?”
“I love it, sire,” Molly breathed, pressed tits to shoulder at D’s back, watching.
“Better plugged or full of me?” D queried.
“Full of you, D,” she whispered worshipfully. “Always love to watch you inside my Mad. But you’re right, it sure is pretty right now.”
“Gonna come up there tonight,” D shared. “Use that ass good. Shoot load after load inside my boy.”
“Fuck,” Maddox hissed, his hips moving savagely now.
“I can’t wait,” Molly said excitedly.
“My boy’s gonna sleep plugged with my cock and full of my cum,” D went on.
“God, fuck,” Maddox grunted.
“Though he’s gonna fall asleep inside you, my sweet pixie,” D kept at it.
“Shit,” Maddox ground out.
“Lovely,” Molly whispered.
“Faster,” D commanded.
“Christ,” Maddox bit, giving his Master what he’d ordered and suffering gloriously for it.
“My dick is twitching, waiting to get all up in there,” D told him.
“Take my ass now, D.” Maddox’s grating voice was low and ragged.
“No, my monster. Want you on your back, locked to your bars spread wide first time I fuck that ass tonight,” D informed him.
Nice visual.
Seriously.
“Fucking fuck,” Maddox panted.
Apparently, Maddox agreed.
Then again, he probably had repeatedly experienced the real thing, so there you go.
“Though second time, you suck me hard again, do it good and ask nice, I’ll fuck you on all fours,” D offered.
“I’ll ask nice,” Maddox clipped out his vow.
D kept up the torture. “You won’t be coming though. Not until you come with me for time number three. How you want to take my cock that time, monster?”
“Shit, fuck, Jesus,” Maddox grunted.
D leaned into him and Maddox emitted a long, low, pained groan.
More ball action.
“Was that an answer?” he asked.
“Any way you wanna fuck me,” Maddox forced out.
“Any way I wanna fuck you, what?” D pushed.
“Any way you wanna fuck me, big daddy.”
“Say it like I like it, monster,” D bit off.
“Any way you wanna take your boy’s ass, big daddy. I’ll take it. I’ll love it. I’ll beg for your cum.”
“Nice,” D murmured, leaning back but keeping at him. “Now answer my fuckin’ question,” D ordered. “How hard you gonna go at me tomorrow night, Mad?”
“How hard do you want it, D?”
“Stop,” D growled and Maddox impressively immediately quit moving, except his chest, which was heaving. Then his big body began trembling as D started stroking, slow and so deep, his whole upper body went up and down with it. “How much do I like this monster?”
“You love it,” Maddox pushed out.
“And you know I like it when you fuck me hard and blow so goddamned deep,” D murmured. “Gonna earn that good, my monster. Gonna earn payback that’s gonna blow my mind. You’re gonna bury that huge dick so far up me, I’ll feel that motherfucker in my chest.” He ceased his stroking. “How do these feel?” he asked, and Maddox grunted.
Ball squeeze.
“Ready to explode,” Maddox answered.
“Make ’em feel better by sucking them sweet while I fuck our little pixie later.”
“Thank fuck,” Maddox breathed out.
“Though they’ll still be bound.”
“Jesus,” Maddox groaned.
The balls let go, the plug pulled out, D set it in the indent of Maddox’s spine, drove two fingers inside and immediately commenced stroking deep.
“Need to fuck those,” Maddox grunted.
“Be my guest,” D invited.
Maddox rolled into his finger fucking.
“Now, ask you one more time,” D said. “How fuckin’ hard are you gonna go at me tomorrow night, boy?”
“Make you beg me to split you in two,” Maddox rumbled.
D turned to Sixx, straight back to cheeky, and cocked a cheerful brow. “Something for you to look forward to.”
She shook her head at him but did it thinking she seriously liked this guy.