She also didn’t get much out of Marisol lashing a female sub’s back while she was tied in a fetal position on the floor, her face in the pussy of another female sub who was shackled spread-eagled, also to the floor.
And she almost didn’t let it filter through when Stellan stopped them to watch Amélie with her Olly.
When it did, as she would normally have done if it had penetrated she’d been watching Penn with his Shane, her body grew tight and she tried to draw him away.
He stood firm as well as lifted his hand to curl his fingers securely around hers at his arm.
“That’s what I hope you have, Leenie,” he murmured and her gaze went to his profile.
The way he was watching what was happening in Leigh and Olly’s playroom, her eyes drifted back there.
“That’s what I imagine when I think of you with your tall, lean piece of meat,” he went on quietly.
Leigh’s preferred playroom was set up with a stall and Olly was in it, arms lifted high, wide and manacled, his legs set far apart, also manacled. She saw the long, stunning pony’s tail swaying between his legs behind him that Leigh had had to have made custom for Olly because it matched the hair on his body perfectly. His large balls were harnessed. His massive body was oiled. His cock was enormous, hard and hanging low. His face was harsh with hunger and the effort at holding back for his Mistress. And she was standing in front of him and slightly to the side, a crop in one hand she was using on his thick flank while he fucked her other fist.
Leigh’s adoration and admiration of her stallion was written all over her face, along with the hunger she shared with her sub, and Evangeline felt some surprise when her friend didn’t drop to her knees and take that huge, handsome, well-hung, rutting cock in her mouth.
She felt her fingers curl tighter into Stellan’s arm as she shifted as if to move, but she couldn’t quite tear her eyes away, and regardless, Stellan kept her where she was.
“They want you to watch,” Stellan whispered.
“I don’t think—”
“They want to show off.”
She closed her mouth.
“They want you to have what they have, Leenie.”
Now he was murmuring right in her ear.
She felt it trail down her neck and she was missing Branch in her life, her bed.
But she was also seeing the error of her ways, coming to the club when he wasn’t at home to return to.
“You must watch him make his offering to her, Evangeline,” Stellan urged. “I’d kill to give that queen my cum and it cuts, knowing she’ll only have his. But even so, I never fail to find it magnificent when I watch him erupt for her.”
With Stellan’s sleek voice purring in her ear, what was meeting her eyes, no longer able to move, she watched Olly focus slightly on Stellan. And then she watched his lips curl back in an arrogant sneer she felt drive right to her pussy.
Seeing that, she knew Olly not only liked being watched but it was his way of staking his claim to his woman in a manner that could not be mistaken was intensely possessive and deliciously assertive, even if he was manacled in a stall.
It was one of the most affecting things she’d ever seen.
And she knew Branch gave her that even if no one was looking.
Then she watched Olly’s mouth move.
And then his head jerked back as his large, powerful body surged forward and his cum streamed across the room as Amélie milked him and cropped his flank, a cat’s smile curving her lips, her eyes hooded, her face flushed with want.
Oh yes.
She was seeing the error of her ways, coming to the club when Branch wasn’t at home to return to.
Suddenly, with a gentle tug, they were moving again and Stellan was talking.
“She’ll make him come again almost just like that two, three times tonight. It’s a wonder the man can walk her to their car, much less drive his woman home.”
If she wrung that out of him three or four times a night, Stellan was right.
She looked up at Stellan, and half curious, half teasing, she asked, “Would you have turned sub for her?”
He looked down at her, still keeping them walking. “I think you heard me say before that sweet pussy is worth any hassle. But to earn the attention of a queen…”
Good Lord.
What he was saying was …
Stellan?
She pulled at his arm. He stopped for her and turned into her.
“Why are you sharing all this with me, honey?”
He lifted a hand and tugged at a curl she’d let fall around her face when she’d done her updo that evening before going out.
“I can count on one hand the people I trust,” he said softly.
Evangeline held her breath.
“Because I can count on one hand the people who’ve earned that trust,” he continued.
“Stellan,” she whispered, moved by what it seemed he was saying.
“And so I’ve learned there is not a single thing on this earth more precious than having those you can trust.”
“You can trust me,” she told him.
“I know.”
Yes, she was moved at what he was saying.
She swayed into him. “You must know that means a great deal to me, honey.”
He shook his head slightly. “You’re not understanding. I’m showing you my trust so you know you can give me yours, Leenie.” He bent closer to her. “You had your trust broken. I just want you to be very aware that you can still offer that gift to someone who will take care of it, as I can assure you I will.”
“I kinda wish you’d start flirting with me again because you’re doing me in,” she told him the truth through a joke.
He grinned, turned from her and set them moving again. “Excellent. Then should I share with you all the ways I’d allow you to earn my cum?”
“I’ve changed my mind,” she muttered.
Stellan laughed softly.
Then he opened the door and led them into the social room.
Aryas’s social room was like the rest of the club.
Gorgeous.
Blue lighting set dim. Smaller and more intimate than the hunting ground, though also lined with curved booths but with the addition of several raised, lit platforms along the middle where Doms could take subs to make them perform.
Play occurred anywhere, however, not just the small stages in the middle, but also at the tables, at the bar, in the corners, wherever a Dom felt like working.
Right then, though, no one was working anything. Subs might be sitting at their Doms’ feet or with their faces tucked into a crotch (sadly, for they couldn’t see what was happening on the center stage).
And no one was working because Sixx was.
Stellan shifted them through the crowd and she heard him say, “If you would,” this meaning the Doms that were standing in their way shifted themselves and their subs aside, for the prince regent had arrived and he wanted an unadulterated view.
They got one just as Sixx, wearing a fabulous, skintight, supple, black leather jumpsuit that covered her, ankles to neck to wrists, the curve of the sole of her shoe at the top of the ass of a male sub positioned before her, naked and folded completely into himself, forehead to the floor of the stage, slid the spiked heel of her platform pump up his ass.
“Thank you, Mistress, fuck me with that,” the slave huffed out.
“Are you missing something?” Sixx asked.
“Thank you, Mistress, fuck me with that. Please.”
She fucked him with her heel.
She kept doing it as she turned and latched onto the dick of a sub standing behind her with his hands linked behind his head.
“He needs his mouth filled,” she demanded.
“Yes, Mistress,” the sub murmured and moved.
He got on his ass in front of the sub taking his fucking from his Mistress’s heel and lifted the sub’s head by his hair. He slithered under him and forced the sub’s mouth to take his cock.<
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“Make him take you,” Sixx ordered.
Using the first sub’s hair, the second sub forced the other to give him a blowjob, though “forced” wasn’t exactly the right word since the man’s cheeks hollowed, going for the gusto, and his face grew enraptured.
Evangeline’s gaze wandered to the bar as her mind wandered to the fact that she could probably have one more drink before she drove home.
“Champagne for Mistress Evangeline. Scotch for me,” she heard Stellan say before he guided her to a booth.
The booths were empty as the crowd had formed around Sixx’s platform, which couldn’t be seen from their booth.
Evangeline slid in and Stellan followed right at her side.
“It does nothing for you,” he noted and she tipped her head back to look at him.
“I trained under her. Her talent goes without saying. It’s always interesting to see what she’s doing. But no, although she’s creative, and a lot of the time that’s inspired, sometimes, like tonight, there’s just something about her work. She—”
“Doesn’t connect,” Stellan finished for her.
Evangeline nodded. “I get many subs don’t want the connection, just someone to take them into the zone, to let go, hand power over, it just…” she trailed off.
“You need to connect.”
She shrugged but kept hold of his gaze. “I’ve watched you work and you sometimes hold on to a sub awhile, sometimes not, but always, you connect too.”
He dipped his head in agreement.
God, only Stellan could look cool doing that.
Her eyes wandered back to the platform, still hidden from her as the crowd had closed back in.
“I wonder what she gets from it.”
“She didn’t tell you in training?”
The way he asked that made her attention cut back to him.
“No.”
He sat back and looked across the room, murmuring, “Too bad.”
“Interested?” she asked.
Stellan smiled devilishly at her. “To earn the attention of a queen…”
Evangeline giggled. “She is a queen.”
“No, sweetheart, in our world, any true queen needs her king. But Sixx refuses to bow to him in the only way any good Dom should bow to their sub, so she’s no queen. You and I both know, we can force a slave to their knees, but it’s their desires that reign over us. If you think Leigh’s stallion is just her stallion, you’d be wrong. He’s king to her queen. Sixx is talented, you’re right, it goes without saying. And there’s a beauty in detachment, especially her form of detachment, which she’s perfected to an art. But in the end, she’s going through the motions. So in the end, does she get what she wants?”
Before Evangeline could answer his question, he answered it.
“She does not because she doesn’t know what she wants.”
“Do you?” she asked.
“Know what Sixx wants?” he asked back.
“Know what you want?” she clarified.
“And she shifts the conversation, my pretty little cat, maybe too curious for her own good.”
“And this would be opening your world a little bit to find out what she wants and give it to her,” she pointed out.
His brows shot up. “And have her force-feed me cock while she slides her spiked heel up my ass?”
“To earn the attention of a queen…”
He leaned into her. “None of them, not even Sixx, are going to get anything out of that,” he jerked his head toward the platform, “but an orgasm, and they’ll get it only if she allows them that. And I think we both can agree that’s nothing like what Leigh just gave to her stallion.”
Yes, they both could agree to that.
After the server set their drinks on blue cocktail napkins in front of them, Evangeline turned more fully to Stellan.
“Is that what you want? What Amélie has with Olly?”
“Isn’t that what anyone wants?”
He had a point there.
“Maybe not Sixx,” she told him.
“Hmm,” he murmured, reaching for his drink.
“Sometimes that’s not what people look for,” she shared and he focused on her again.
“If you think Sixx isn’t searching for something, honey, you’d be wrong about that too. We all are. It’s just that what Sixx is searching for remains a mystery.”
She studied him in the dim blue light.
Then she whispered startlingly, “How often do you watch Sixx, Stellan?”
And as she was understanding was his style, he replied bluntly, “As often as I can, Leenie.”
She scooted into him like he was a girlfriend and advised, “You should go for that.”
“I’ll repeat, and be force-fed cock with a Domme’s heel up my ass?”
“Amélie doesn’t share.”
He said nothing.
“I don’t share.”
He remained silent.
“You don’t share either, honey,” she told him, something he knew.
“I haven’t seen Sixx work with only a single slave since she returned to Phoenix.”
“And I’ve never seen Sixx work with a male Dom ever. Be her first,” she encouraged.
“She needs something else,” he noted.
“Then be her first for that.”
“Fools in love want everyone to be just as foolish as them,” he retorted.
That was when she fell silent.
“That wasn’t a cut, sweetheart,” he said gently. “If you’re happy with him then I’m happy for you.”
She believed him.
She still worried she was a fool in love, or a fool falling in love, with the operative word being “fool.”
She lifted her glass and took a sip.
“You want to get drunk, I’ll drive you home,” he offered.
“Thanks, that’s sweet. But not tonight,” she declined.
He let quiet lie between them for long moments before he spoke again.
“We all want to be fools, Leenie.”
She looked from her glass to him.
“Dying to turn fool, honey,” he said softly.
She hoped he found that.
She gave him a small smile. “News at eleven if I find it’s all it’s cracked up to be.”
“I’ll wait for that news, sweetheart.”
To that, she gave him a bigger smile.
“Please, Mistress,” split the air and both Stellan and Evangeline looked toward the platform, seeing only the backs of bodies, “please don’t make him stop sucking my cock!”
Stellan sighed, sat back and took a drink of Scotch.
“Maybe we should go back to the hunting ground,” Evangeline suggested.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he murmured, slid out of the booth, again gave her his arm, they both grabbed their drinks, and Stellan led her back to the hunting ground.
* * *
It might have been only five minutes after she’d turned out her light, but she still wasn’t asleep, when her phone rang.
She reached to the nightstand, looked at the screen and quickly took the call.
“Everything okay, honey?” she asked Branch.
“You home safe?” he asked back.
She settled into the sheets, closing her eyes.
He’d called.
He said he wasn’t going to call.
But he’d called.
To make sure she was home safe.
“I’m home,” she told him. “Just got in bed and turned out the light.”
“Okay, Angie. Have a good time?”
“How do you feel about a pony’s tail?”
Her body turned to stone when she heard his rough, rusty laughter.
“Let me guess, you watched Leigh working Olly,” he deduced.
“Yes,” she forced out, his laughter searing in her brain and she liked the burn, but she wished she’d heard it at the same time seeing it.
“Like the tail I got, baby,” he mu
rmured.
She did too. It looked fabulous, circling his cock, cutting through his balls and leading into his ass.
Still, Olly rocked the pony.
“You good with watching them?” he asked.
“Not really but they didn’t mind.”
“Olly’s a big fuckin’ show-off,” he muttered.
She grinned then lost it because she knew she had to share, “You need to know, Stellan was my escort tonight.”
“Like I said, got no problem with Lange.”
“I’m trying to get him to have a crack at Sixx.”
“How’s that gonna work? That woman is made of stone and she swings his way, not the way he needs.”
“I don’t know I’ve just … got a feeling.”
There was quiet, clearly while Branch was considering this, because his next was, “Can’t say I wouldn’t be interested in watching how he’d attempt to break through her granite.”
“Mm,” she mumbled, knowing a thing or two about what it would take to break through.
Just wishing she held the key to finally solve that mystery.
“So you had a good night,” he said, but it was a question.
Now she had to share something else.
“I saw Damian.”
“And you steered clear,” he stated like he could make it so just with his words even though the event had already happened.
Lord, he was hot when he was alpha.
Which meant all the time, even if he was getting his ass spanked.
“Well, I didn’t know he was there. But he saw me and he had a few things to say.”
“You’re shitting me,” he rumbled and it wasn’t a good rumble.
Far from it.
Okay, maybe she shouldn’t have shared.
“Stellan was with me and he made a few things clear,” she assured him.
“Good,” he bit off.
“And, just to say, Branch, without using names, but he wasn’t vague about it, he threatened Damian with you.”
“Good,” he repeated sharply.
She blinked into the dark.
“Good?”
“Fucker doesn’t back off, it’s not like he wasn’t warned.”
“But you—”
“Babe, we’re out. No shoving us back in. And not too concerned about that if I gotta make something clear to an asshole.”