The Greatest Risk

  “You think your smart ass is a turnoff, but I’m totally hard right now.”

  “I’m pretty sure masturbation is not allowed on the bus.”

  He burst out laughing.

  She grinned at her windshield again.

  When he stopped laughing, she said, “Before you go take care of business, how about you? All good?”

  He didn’t answer.

  “Carlo?” she called. “You there?”

  There was another moment of silence before, in a low voice, he stated, “You’ve never asked me that.”

  Sixx didn’t grin at that.

  “I just finished a job and have a long drive home,” she lied. She was now five minutes away from Stellan’s. “Just killing time.”

  “No you aren’t. You’ve got the hots for me.”

  That set her to grinning again.

  “I’ve known you four years, I don’t know your last name, and you have a way with a switchblade that scares even me, and I’m totally badass. You’re not my type.”

  “What’s your type?” he asked, part teasing, part curiosity.

  Tall, dark, rich men who are as beautiful inside as they are on the outside, she thought.

  “I haven’t met him yet,” she said, lying to a friend yet again.

  “Right,” Carlo muttered.

  “I’m bored now.” And there was another lie.

  “Right.” That was said on a chuckle.

  “I’m also hanging up on you now,” she warned him.

  “So what’s new?” he asked.

  It was then he heard her chuckle.

  But with her thumb hovering over the button on her steering wheel that would disconnect their call, quietly she said, “I never thanked you, and I should have thanked you. So now I’m going to say it, mean it, and it’ll be done until you call the marker that you earned for doing it. Thank you for saving my life, Carlo. I owe you one.”

  With that, she disconnected.

  She wasn’t breathing easily, but she managed to get herself together as she completed the drive home to Stellan’s.

  She parked next to his Maserati, and as she walked in the back door, she could practically taste the martini he’d no doubt make her since she was home at a relatively decent hour and she was now unsure she could live without his excellent martinis (they were that good).

  It was on the tip of her tongue to shout, “Honey, I’m home,” as she tossed her cell phone, binoculars and purse on the island.

  Fortunately, Stellan wandered into the great room from the direction of the stairs before she said it.

  “Hey,” she greeted.

  “Hey,” he returned on a smile, coming her way.

  She watched, and seriously, threat of death, she wouldn’t have been able to pick a favorite between his workwear, his casualwear or his loungewear.

  Though naked was the best, him right there in low-slung, burgundy, drawstring knit pants and a short-sleeved, gray Henley that clung to his chest was definitely her current fave.

  “You’re done early,” he noted.

  “There’s nothing else to get, and watching him watch TV was definitely not a thrill a minute,” she replied.

  As he came to a stop in front of her, his smile changed in a way Sixx liked very much with certain parts of her body liking it especially.

  “I wonder if we can find something that will keep you amused.”

  She could drop to her knees in front of him, pull that drawstring waistband under his balls and suck him off.

  It wouldn’t be amusing. But it would be a definite thrill a minute.

  “Hmm…” she hummed as he bent in and touched his mouth to hers in a sweet greeting. “I was thinking of starting with a martini,” she remarked when he pulled back.

  “If there’s nothing else you can get on this man, does that mean you’re done with work for the weekend?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  “Then it’s the weekend, Simone, so I might make you a drink later, but now I’d like you to walk upstairs, get undressed, and sit naked at the end of our bed with your legs crossed, leaned back into your hands at your sides. In that position, you’ll wait for me to come to you.”

  She stared up at him.

  He allowed her to do that for a few seconds before he prompted, “Is there something about those instructions you don’t understand?”

  “So we’re playing?” she queried.

  “Is it the weekend?” he returned.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Then yes, that’s the deal, and obviously play can wait while work needs to get done, but if there is no work to be done, you’re mine.”

  You’re mine.

  God, that had an amazing ring to it.

  He moved so his face was closer to hers.

  “Darling, you’re not walking to our room.”

  “Right,” she whispered.

  He straightened.

  She skirted around him.

  Her legs were a little wobbly as she made her way to their bedroom.

  They were more wobbly, and her breasts felt heavier—her nipples definitely were hard—as she took her clothes off in the walk-in and threw them in the hamper.

  She took a minute to check her makeup and hair in the bathroom mirror and add a subtle spray of perfume, then she walked out to the bedroom and sat at the end of the bed like Stellan had instructed.

  As she stared at the door, waiting for him to arrive, she could feel the beat of her heart in her neck pulsing right down to her nipples.

  And her mind was flashing from thought to thought, imagining what he might do to her.

  She’d watched him at play a lot, but this was not a playroom in the Honey or a playroom at all.

  And regardless, last weekend, his work with her had been far more intimate than any she’d seen him do with another sub, even when there were three other men in the room with him while he did it.

  In other words, what he intended to do to her could be anything.

  This meant her stomach felt odd in a fluttery way, and her pussy was drenched, her clit throbbing and her nipples so hard they hurt.

  And the longer he made her wait—and the minutes stretched into more and then more—the worse it got.

  She knew this game. She’d played this game a good deal with her subs. The longer you sat in a vulnerable position and waited for attention, the longer you had to think on what that attention might be, or what you wanted it to be, or what your Dom was feeling, knowing you were in that state and it was just getting worse, the more worked up you became.

  She’d once made a sub wait so long for her to touch him, when she did, he’d come instantly and without permission.

  So of course he’d come again, with permission, a much, much longer and far more arduous time later.

  In other words, she had to pull herself together and keep it together. She couldn’t lose it like that with Stellan.

  Not Stellan.

  Not her Master.

  She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them, staring at the door, trying not to lick her lips, rub her thighs together or call out just to see if he was close.

  Stellan made her wait longer.

  And even longer.

  When she was ready to scream, aware of every inch of her skin, all of it sensitive even simply exposed to the air, brilliantly uncomfortable in a position that was not designed to give discomfort, but with the length of time she had to wait to be in her Dom’s presence, to have his attention, it was becoming excruciating, he sauntered in.

  Her pussy pulsed when she saw what he had in his hands.

  Left, a tube of lube.

  The right, a relatively substantial, wide, squat, steel anal plug.

  Her mouth started watering.

  He walked up the steps and to her, coming to a stop at her feet.

  He tossed the lube and plug to the bed beside her then his hands moved to the hem of his tee.

  He tugged it off and dropped it to the floor.

  S
taring at his chest, Sixx bit her lip.

  “Take up the plug, darling, and prepare it,” he murmured warmly.

  More than ready for the games to begin, Sixx turned her head to the bed to grab the toy, but it was forced back with a crooked finger under her chin so he could catch her gaze.

  “I gave you an order, Simone, how do you reply?” he asked.

  She stared into his eyes, pulling it up, ready to give it to him, needing to give it to him.

  So she gave it to him.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  The flare in his heated blue gaze that left it blazing raged up her pussy, straight to her womb.

  “Excellent,” he whispered back, the adoration in his tone mingled with the intensity in his eyes and settling warmly throughout her body.

  He stroked her chin with a finger, lifting it to sweep it across her lips before he straightened away.

  Sixx swallowed and turned back to the toy.

  With practiced hands she lubed it, and with the width of it, she did this generously.

  Stellan took the lube from her, dropped it to the bed, and she sat at its edge, head tipped back, waiting again for her next instruction.

  Her entire body started trembling when he undid the drawstring on his pants, let them drop to just below his ass but planted his feet wide so they stayed right there, stretched across his upper thighs with his now-exposed cock standing out thick, long and proud, his balls heavy but drawn up tight.

  Damn, it was actually painful not to bend forward and take him deep in her mouth.

  But when he said what he said next, it set the trembles she was experiencing to rolling quakes.

  “Now, slide that toy inside me, darling, and fuck me while you do it.”

  Her eyes locked to his, she sat motionless except for the involuntary quivering.

  He tipped his head to the side. “Do I have to ask again?”

  “You want me to … you want to be…?” She couldn’t finish.

  Master Stellan wanted to be …

  Fucked?

  And plugged?

  He finished for her.

  “Fucked and then full when I play with you?”

  “Yes,” she forced out.

  “That is what I told you to do,” he reminded her.

  “Do you…” Her voice came out pitched high, and his lips quirked. She pulled it together and asked, “Have you done this before?”

  “When I display a slave at the Club, it’s her I want displayed, it’s her I want to have the attention, not me. So when I work plugged, I wear pants. And when I fuck plugged, it’s with my front to the windows.”

  “Oh my God,” she breathed.

  She’d had no idea.

  How hot was this?

  Too hot!

  “Darling, don’t delay. I have something planned I’m looking forward to, and I’d like to get on with it.”

  Sixx wanted to get on with it too, in a big way.

  And she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. So she leaned toward him, reaching around, her neck straining with the deep bend she had to use to keep contact with his gaze because she absolutely wanted to watch his face as she filled him.

  “You can use your other hand to open me,” he murmured.

  Okay.

  Man.

  God, she was going to come doing this.

  She was going to come, sliding inside Stellan.

  Suddenly, his hand flashed out, and he pinched her nipple pitilessly.

  She jumped and moaned as that pinch exploded in her clit.

  “Plug me,” he bit.

  Sixx wrapped her hand around his cheek, opening him, and with the plug in the other one, she slid it along his crease until the end caught at his hole.

  She pressed it to him.

  His hand came to rest on the side of her neck but not for long. It went up, and back, fisting in her hair at the back crown and straining her neck even further as he pulled her back and bent to put his face into hers.

  She pressed the plug deeper.

  He growled.

  Oh yes, this was hot.

  The lips of her pussy shivered, and her breath started to come out raspy.

  She pushed in deeper and then started stroking.

  “After you’re done filling me, darling,” he murmured roughly, “I’m going to turn you onto your knees and fuck your ass. With fingers splayed, face in the bed, you’re going to hold yourself open for me and beg me to fuck you deep. Take you hard. Not to stop. Then I’m going to come in you and on you, all over you. And you’re going to thank your Master for his cum and ask him for more.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, pressing the toy in deeper, gliding it out, in, out, opening him, pushing it further and further with each stroke.

  “I should have thought to find a switch Mistress to fill me,” he purred. “They know how to take ass better than anyone.” He came closer so his lips were nearly on hers. “But I’m glad I waited for you.”

  “I am too,” she whispered.

  She went deeper, and his hand in her hair fisted tighter.

  “This will be it, Simone,” he told her, his gaze totally turned on and tuned into her, but something had gone serious in it. Dead serious. “I’ll have your ass, you’ll have had mine, we’ll have claimed everything, which means you’ll be fully mine, as I will be yours.”

  I will be yours.

  She started shaking.

  “Stellan—”

  His other hand captured her nipple, pinching and twisting, and she cried out and drove the plug deeper than intended, earning a pleased grunt.

  “Who am I to you?” he reminded her gruffly.

  “Master,” she said.

  “That’s my Simone,” he returned, pressed into the plug, and she got the hint, drove it home, and he commanded, “Hold on to my ass.”

  She did, with both hands.

  Using her hair, he pushed her down. His other hand now wrapped around his cock, he forced it into her mouth.

  She accepted it gladly.

  Sucking him while he fucked her face and held her head stationary to take his thrusts, she tried to beat back the moans, the writhing of her hips against the bed, the pressing of her thighs against each other, and Stellan didn’t miss it.

  “If you come, you will be punished.”

  She honestly didn’t care.

  Both his hands spanned her skull, and he drove into her mouth relentlessly as she held tight to his ass and let him.

  It went on what seemed like tortuous hours but was only tortuous minutes before he pulled out, kept one hand on her head, the other hand he wrapped around his dick and teased her by brushing the glossy silk of the tip against her lips.

  “Are you ready to get fucked, Simone?”

  “Yes, Master,” she breathed.

  She just got that out before she was up, turned, positioned with her knees tight together, her ass back and on offer, her face shoved into the bed.

  “Splayed fingers, open yourself for me,” he growled.

  She did.

  She vaguely heard something plop on the bed and knew he was lubing himself for extra slickening to ease the way.

  But that was the only way he eased his penetration.

  One of his hands landed on the small of her back as he drove into her to the root with a glorious grunt at the same time she let out a sharp cry.

  And then he took her ass like it was what it was.

  His and his alone, for his use however he wanted to use it.

  It.

  Was.

  Glorious.

  He thrust deep and stayed planted.

  “Beg me, Simone,” he bit out.

  “Fuck me, Master,” she begged into the bed. “Please, fuck my ass.” He again took her deep, hard, forcing her body into the bed with each stroke.

  “Open wider for me,” he ordered.

  She pulled herself wider, and he kept at her.

  “Don’t stop, Master, please. Please keep fucking my ass,” she
pleaded.

  “You’re hot up there, darling,” he growled. “Christ. Hot and tight.”

  “Take it,” she breathed.

  “Is it mine?”

  “Yes. Yours,” she pushed out. “Only yours.” She closed her eyes, her body shaking, it and nothing of it under her control, so the words she said next slipped right out. “Stellan, baby, I need to come.”

  “Not yet, Simone.”

  “I … can’t … hold…”

  “You will hold.”

  “Baby—”

  He made a low, reverberating noise so exquisite, her body locked to give what it could to her Master, her attention shifting from her need to release entirely to him.

  He grunted, “Hold,” right before he shouted out his orgasm, pulsing his cum in her ass before he pulled out and jetted more on her cheeks, in her opened crease, everywhere.

  She felt the head of his cock prodding her flesh and knew he was milking himself and jacking into her, using her as resistance to keep coming, and it was so sublime, she tasted blood as she bit the inside of her lip to hold back her own climax.

  She heard him take in a deep, broken breath then felt his thumb slide up her ass, two fingers drive into her pussy, and he commanded brusquely, “You can come for me now, Simone.”

  She exploded instantly, holding position, shuddering in the ball of body offered up to her Master, face in the bed, ass and pussy his for the taking.

  When she started coasting down, her breathing still erratic, his voice came at her again.

  “Thank me,” he ordered huskily, his fingers and thumb still inside her but now stroking gently.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Ask me for more.”

  “Please, Master, I need more of your cum.”

  “Lovely, darling,” he murmured. “Tonight, you’re going to sleep with my cum in you everywhere you can take it. Sleep with it coating your ass and cunt and belly and breasts. Sleep with a plug inside to keep me inside you. Sleep with your Master a part of you, inside and out.”

  “Yes,” she whispered to the bed.

  “Crawl to my nightstand, get your plug, bring it back to your Master.”

  His fingers were still planted inside her, but to allow her to carry out his instruction, he slid himself free, and she crawled to his nightstand to retrieve the smaller plug he kept there.

  As she crawled back, he drawled, “When you get here, darling, up on your knees, facing me, hand me your plug, then prepare to take it by opening for me.”