The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (2 page)

“Do
you know what Newton’s Cradle demonstrates?” His voice was deep and sexy, and
she could imagine he sounded like that in the bedroom. Blythe found herself
shaking her head in response. “It demonstrates conservation or momentum and
energy by the series of swinging spheres.” Blythe didn’t respond because
honestly she didn’t know how to. He took several steps back, and she finally
exhaled. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath that whole time.

For
several long moments he watched her, and Blythe felt like an insect under a
microscope. The awkwardness grew inside of her until she started to shift on
her feet.

“Didn’t
anyone ever explain to you that you shouldn’t touch others’ belongings,
especially if they are your boss’s possessions?”

If
Blythe hadn’t been speechless before, his words would have shut
her the
hell up right then.

She
knew exactly what she was getting into when she agreed to accept this job, but
damn if he didn’t bring a whole new level to the word asshole. She dropped her
head and clasped her hands behind her back. “I apologize, Sir.” For several
long seconds he didn’t respond, and Blythe was struck with his commanding aura.
He didn’t even have to say anything for his presence to make an impact.

His
long, slow exhale had her lifting her eyes to him. He hadn’t moved from his
spot, but there was a strange expression on his face that she couldn’t quite
read. “So you’re my temporary PA?” His voice was curt and to the point, and she
straightened her shoulders.

“Yes, Sir.”
He stopped and
looked at her once again. A slight frown marred the space between his eyes, but
it was gone as soon as it had made an appearance. He took a seat behind his
desk and rested his forearms on the table.

“Take
a seat, Miss…”

“Winters.
Blythe Winters, Sir.”
She stuck her hand out and immediately
regretted it when he looked at it strangely. She went to pull it away, but his
bigger hand encased hers. His flesh was warm and smooth, and she felt her face
heat with some uncomfortable feeling. This man would be her boss for the next
four weeks, and here she was acting like some kind of hormonal teenager. It was
just a handshake for God’s sake. He held her hand a few seconds longer than what
she always considered socially acceptable, and Blythe felt her cheeks heat even
more. When he did release his hold on her she quickly clasped her hands together
and placed them on her lap. He leaned back in his chair and continued to stare
at her. She was starting to think she had something on her face by the amount
of attention he gave her.

“Have
you been briefed on your duties?”

She
had left her purse and the envelope the flamboyant receptionist had given her
on the couch, but she didn’t go to get it. Of course it wasn’t her fault that
there was no time for someone to give her the details on what she was supposed
to do, but she wasn’t going to admit that to him. Besides, she had a feeling he
would care about any excuse she gave him. Before she could answer he continued
talking.

“My
private jet leaves for Portugal tomorrow afternoon. A car will pick you up at
four p.m. sharp. You’ll need to pack for the entire month because I am not sure
how long my presence is needed in Lisbon.” His desk phone rang, and he picked
it up and barked out, “Yeah?” His deep blue eyes held hers as he listened to
whoever it was on the other line, but then he broke the eye contact and turned
his chair so the back faced her. Apparently she had been dismissed.

Blythe
stood and grabbed her purse and the envelope off the couch and headed toward
the front doors. Just as her hand curled around the brass his deep voice
stopped her.

“I
expect you to be ready to leave when I send the driver tomorrow, Miss Winters.
I also expect you to know my schedule inside and out. I don’t have time to
explain the details of my every move. If you feel you can’t keep up you need to
tell me now. Do you understand?” Her heart started to thunder behind her ribs,
and she felt ridiculous. If this was her reaction to him after only being in
his presence for ten minutes, how in the hell was she going to survive four
weeks with the man? He was a total control freak and major dick, but she
reminded herself she desperately needed this job. Maybe she should just back
out while she still had her sanity? He was already so demanding, and they had
just met. Blythe had a sick feeling he would only get worse the longer she
stayed in her presence. Facing him once more, she opened her mouth, but to say
what she had no clue. One of his dark brows cocked in question, and she
wondered how many people told him no.
Probably not very many.

“Miss
Winters, if you’re having any doubts now is the time to speak up. I don’t have
time for games, especially from an employee who is going to be working so
closely with me.”

She
snapped her mouth closed again because the reality was she needed this job and
the pay she would receive. For only four weeks in his presence the sum was
substantial. Only a fool would turn it down, and she had been called many
things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. “I understand, Sir. I’ll be ready and
waiting for your car tomorrow at four.” She offered him a smile, but only a
second later even that faltered. Did Dietrich more always have a perpetual
frown on his face, or was it just she who placed it on there?

“Good.
I have several meetings today and don’t have the time or energy to explain the
details to you, so you can have the rest of the day off. No worries on your
pay, though. You’ll get the contracted amount no matter the hours you work.”

“Yes, Sir.
Thank you,
Sir.” His nostrils flared slightly, and the room suddenly became warmer. Before
she could say anything else or get yelled at again she darted out of his office
and hauled ass back to her car. Once in the garage the sound of her heels
clicking on the cement echoed around her. Her little Honda sat by itself
between two pillars. She threw the door open and tossed her purse on the
passenger seat. The silence descended around her, and she exhaled. Maybe she
should have turned this job down. It certainly would have been good for her
sanity, but she knew men like Dietrich Moore. They were dominating,
controlling, and were never denied when it concerned something they wanted. Her
ex had been like that, and after finally waking up and realizing she was no
man’s doormat, she finally left his ass. That had been a year ago, and she was
still trying to push Lance out of her head. She wasn’t normal, she knew that,
but the relationship she had had with Lance was depraved.

No,
not today, not ever.
No way was she going to let that prick
invade any part of her life again. Pushing him from her thoughts she cranked
the engine and headed home. She still had to pack and memorize Mr. Moore’s
itinerary, not to mention let her mother know she wasn’t going to be around for
a month. That conversation should be pleasant.

Chapter
Two

Dietrich
stared at his office doors as they closed behind Miss Winters. He adjusted
himself and the sudden tightness behind the fly of his slacks. He pulled his
cell out of his suit jacket and dialed Stellan’s number. His once business
partner answered on the first ring.

“I
didn’t think I’d hear from you since you’ll be here in a few days, Sir.”
Stellan’s deep voice always gave Dietrich a hard-on, but he was already
sporting one thanks to Miss Winters.

“Well,
I wanted to let you know I think I’ve found someone who fits our requirements
perfectly.” He noticed the change in Stellan’s breathing and knew his sub was
aroused just from hearing that little piece of information. “She’s my temp PA
for the next four weeks because Laura had a family emergency and won’t be back
until then.”

“So
you really think she’s ‘The One’?” The excitement and anticipation in Stellan’s
voice was thick.

“Yeah,
I do, and I know you’ll think so, too, when we arrive.” He spoke with Stellan
for a few more minutes then hung up. Blythe Winters screamed submission, even
if she wasn’t purposefully doing it, and because of that he wanted her more.
Her constant use of the term “Sir” might have been polite in context, but as a
Dom he wanted nothing more than to see her on her knees, and his collar and
leash around that slender throat of hers, while Stellan fucked her from behind.
Stellan may have been Dietrich’s sub, but the six foot three former quarterback
was also a switch, and dammit if Dietrich wouldn’t enjoy watching Stellan’s big
cock fucking their soon-to-be submissive. There was no doubt in his mind that
she would be, too. He had seen the way she looked at him, had practically
smelled the sweet juice that spilled from her pussy. Dietrich didn’t mix
business with pleasure, but four weeks wasn’t that long to wine and dine her
and convince the pretty little Blythe that what they could offer couldn’t be
refused.

Since
being in a relationship with Stellan Alfonso for the past three years, they had
been searching for the perfect female submissive to join their relationship.
There had been a few over the years
whom
they thought
made a good match, but for one reason or another it never worked out. Dietrich
was glad that had been the case, because seeing Blythe Winters bent over his
desk had sent all sorts of filthy thoughts slamming into his head. She was the
one for him and Stellan. That he was certain of.

When
he first met Stellan he had been instantly attracted to the powerful man.
Dietrich never saw himself as gay, but there was no denying what he felt. He
was secure enough with his sexuality not to give a fuck what anyone else
thought. His sub had been the VP of one of the up and rising investment banks
in the Northeast. His company had assisted with several high profile cases, and
when everything had gotten settled Dietrich had gone after what he wanted. Stellan
was the CEO of his father’s company and worked mainly out of the Lisbon
headquarters. Despite their long-distant relationship both men made it
imperative to get together at least two weekends a month, whether it be
Dietrich going to Portugal or Stellan coming to him.

Stellan
wasn’t only a sub, and he didn’t like only men. He liked to dominate as well,
and his taste for woman was just as strong as Dietrich’s. The only thing just
as good as controlling Stellan in the bedroom was watching him take control of
another sub. The natural dominance in the boy’s actions made him just as hard
as when he submitted to Dietrich.

The
way Stellan obeyed him so easily made their pairing explosive. Stellan was
thirty-nine, only five years younger than Dietrich, but he liked his subs a bit
younger than him. In fact he liked the idea that Stellan had fallen to his
knees and obeyed Dietrich’s orders instantly. He had a feeling Miss Winters
wouldn’t be such an easy sub as his Stellan was, but that was okay because when
they did break her and she became theirs irrevocably, there wouldn’t be
anything sweeter in the world.

****

Three
hours later and Blythe was completely packed and had papers strewn across her
bed as she ate takeout from the box. Her cell was pressed between her ear and
shoulder as she picked up one schedule, memorized it, and moved on to the next.

“Mom,
it isn’t like I’m going to the moon. It’s only a business trip for four weeks,
and I’m not even entirely sure it will be that long.”

Her
mother’s sigh was so loud Blythe pulled the cell away from her ear. “I don’t
know why you agree to these short term jobs, honey. You should go back to
school, honey, and finish your degree. It just doesn’t make any sense.” It was
Blythe’s turn to sigh.

“Mom,
we’ve gone over this. Mom, my degree was for dance, and since I clearly can’t
do that anymore what is the point of continuing?” Blythe wasn’t about to tell
her mother that even the thought of dancing had her stomach cramping. One would
think years after an accident she could move on, but the time didn’t make
anything easier.

“I
just think you should do something more productive than being a temp.”

Blythe
rolled her eyes even though her mom couldn’t see her. This conversation was a
broken record every time she called home. “Yeah, well, I guess like goes this
way for some people.” Blythe wasn’t about to get into this with her again. “Maybe
I’ll start school again in the spring. I’ll think about it, but can you please
not bring it up every time we talk?” Her mom started rambling on about the poor
dirt quality in her backyard when Blythe had to cut her off. Clearly her mother
tuned her out once again. “Listen, I’ve got a lot to do before tomorrow, so I’m
going to let you go. I’ll bring my cell, so I’ll check in.” After she hung up
she dialed Austin, her best friend and the only person she could bitch at.

She
held the phone between her ear and shoulder again and resumed memorizing.
Austin answered right before she was sure voicemail would have picked up.

“So,
how was it?” Austin’s deep voice came through the receiver. There was the sound
of sheets rustling and then the low, masculine murmur that was most definitely
not Austin.

“I’m
not going to get into it if you’re busy.” Blythe could just imagine how “busy”
Austin was. Her best friend was gay, but with that being said he was also the
most attractive and intelligent man she knew. He was also proud of who he was
and didn’t give a shit what anyone else said about him. Most people thought he
was straight, what with the way his deep voice would have any woman dropping her
panties, or the fact he always had a hand on her, but of course their relationship
wasn’t like that. They had known each other for the past three years, had even
met through the same temp agency. The two of them had hit it off and become
friends right away. Now Austin was the only person whom she could rely on and
who would never judge her, not even when she told him some of her more sordid
secrets, ones she was humiliated by.