“So you’re big daddy now,” she noted. “Tomorrow night,” she tipped her head to the man on the floor, “what’re you going to be to him?”
D grinned his impertinent grin. “His boy,” he answered. “And Mistress girl, wait until you see me be boy to this big monster daddy and his huge cock. I rock that shit.”
“He does,” Molly put in. “But Mad will probably shake it up. He always does.”
Sixx looked to Molly. “How?”
She smiled huge. “It’ll probably be straight M/M tomorrow, with a little F thrown in for me. But when Mad goes at D like that, he knows I like it best to watch, and they take care of me after. Mad’s old school. He likes it straight up. Fucking and pain. So he likes D’s ass real red before he fucks it. And God, D’s dick trussed up the way Mad does him? It’s so, so pretty, all hard and red and thick. If I’m good, Mad lets me suck D off while he’s spanking him. So it … is gonna be … epic.” Her smile got bigger as she carried on, “But tonight’s awesome too. I love it when D gets creative. And I’m sorry it sounds like you can’t come home with us, because he’s just warming up.”
Just warming up?
“And tonight’s special,” Molly carried on. “They just do the warlord and hides and breeches thing for me. They aren’t really into it. But it’s super sweet they gave it to me tonight. It’s been a while.”
Damn, they must love her to put on the breeches and hides.
Seriously, Sixx liked all three of these guys.
And she really wanted to introduce Stellan to them.
They might dig his playroom, and he might dig whatever antics they dreamed up.
“You gonna spank me tomorrow night, my monster?” D asked the man between his legs quietly, taking Sixx out of her mini-reverie.
“So fuckin’ hard, D,” Mad grunted, still fucking his own ass while taking a finger fucking. “When I’m up your ass, you’ll feel me hit before I take you to the root.”
“Something else for me to look forward to,” D mumbled, withdrew his fingers from ass, his hand from cock, re-inserted the plug, replaced his boots on his human footstool, looked up at Molly, and his strong-featured face got soft as he twisted, reached back a brawny arm, and hooked her at the waist, murmuring gently, “Come here, baby. D’s cock needs some of your sweet pussy. Face your Maddox. He’s gonna be getting some of your loving attention.”
“As you wish, sire,” she murmured, beyond ready, she was right in there (and Sixx didn’t blame her), throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him, facing out.
Wardrobe adjustments were made, bodily adjustments were made, and on a cute sigh, Molly slid D’s thick, hard, divinely veined cock up her veiled-by-her-skirt pussy.
It was then Sixx noted he might not have the extra inches, but he made up for it with additional girth.
Yowza.
“Just sit on it, honey, but give Mad some of your extra-special loving.”
She bent forward, kissed Maddox’s ass cheek then took hold of the plug and slowly and rhythmically fucked him while she reached around to stroke his cock.
Another groan from below before a tender, “Thank you, my pixie.”
“That’s it,” D cooed approvingly as well as adoringly, gliding one hand up from her belly to cup her breast over her corset, the other one headed downward and dove under her skirt.
Figuring the headliner event was over, at least deciding it was for her, Sixx reached behind her back, pulled her phone out of the waistband of her pants, brought it forward and looked at the time.
She had fifteen minutes.
She turned her attention to Beardsley.
His head was bent to look down at his lap, and she couldn’t see his expression but his arm was moving and she knew he was done with cock holding. He was forcing out a blowjob.
“Give me a couple bounces, baby,” she heard D whisper.
Sixx looked to the crowd, giving it another scan, and this time honing in on one girl who was exceptionally thin, barely dressed, and definitely spacy. A girl who had not been there earlier. She danced by herself, and as Sixx watched, a man approached her, and she smiled vaguely, though she clearly wanted it to be coyly.
Her lips moved, and the man jerked back, gave her a stone-faced look, shook his head once and moved away.
She watched him go like it was all the same to her and then got lost in the music again.
Pay to play, he wasn’t down with that … next.
Sixx wished she had time to fashion an approach and question that guy about what had just gone down without freaking him out she might be a cop, but she unfortunately didn’t. Though she studied him closely as he shifted through the crowd so she could clock him if he was there the next night and maybe make an approach.
She couldn’t spot another girl who might be in that game, and she hadn’t noticed anyone other than the girl in station seven in the play area.
D had said twos and threes.
Apparently, tonight it was threes.
“Up and fuck that,” she heard D command and looked back to them.
Maddox was up on his knees between D’s spread legs, Molly could be seen riding D behind him, her wings aflutter, even as she was grasping Maddox’s big dick and he was fucking her fist.
Sixx’s eyes went around the action to D, who probably liked an audience but was now all about the two people between his legs.
“I’m hitting the ladies’ room then I’m out,” she told him.
“Cool,” he grunted.
“Contact me about a time tomorrow,” she told him.
“Guess what, Mad?” D asked roughly. “In case you didn’t pick up on it, you get to return the favor for Mistress Sixx tomorrow night.”
“Fuck…” Maddox puffed out, his black eyes so glazed, he was so getting off on what was being done to him, she wasn’t sure he was actually replying to D when he said, “Yeah.”
She got up, shoving her phone back in her waistband.
“Thanks for the time and the show. You all do brilliant work. Look forward to tomorrow night. Later,” she muttered.
“Pleasure,” D groaned, then, “Faster, baby, bounce.”
Molly bounced and shot Sixx a happy, zoned-out, turned-on, sexed-up grin, which seriously, all that meat all hers to watch fuck and to get fucked with, sweet and adoring too, Sixx wouldn’t blame her if she looked like that permanently.
She moved away from the trio.
She did a sweep of the ladies’ room, which was shared by female Dommes and subs. It was not a thing like the Dom Lounge at the Honey, far more utilitarian, but did have a small rest area with lockers. The whole place also had nothing in it but a couple of women refreshing makeup.
Time to meet Stellan at the Honey, but not enough time to meet him at home and go together.
She texted him on her way out that she had to meet him there, and it wasn’t the loud club music that was the reason she didn’t hear it, even though it sounded right over her head.
It was the fact that it was up in the soundproofed office with the window overlooking the club where the beep signaled that her text had been delivered.
*
Sixx was somewhat surprised when Stellan wasn’t in the observation room at the Honey when she arrived.
He’d replied to her text, On my way, X, and their home was closer to the Honey than the Bolt was.
She was a worried and about to text him again when her phone binged.
Held up. There soon. X
She let out a sigh of relief and left the room to get them drinks.
On the way in she’d seen Naya and Ami, who were seated at a booth in a way that conveyed it was definitely a getting-to-know you session. Therefore she hadn’t interrupted. She’d just caught their eyes before she’d gone back to the observation room of the playroom they’d be using in order to meet up with Stellan.
By the time she returned after ordering drinks to be delivered, the couple was in the playroom, seeing to preliminaries.
And it would seem it was Sixx’s night to view inspiration because it would appear that Naya had been emboldened by Ami’s response the night before.