The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (9 page)

“Does
it feel good,
querida
?”

Blythe
couldn’t think clearly, let alone answer.

“Answer
him, pet.” Dietrich emphasized his words with a gentle scrape of his teeth over
the side of her throat. Blythe didn’t want to think too hard on being called
that by Dietrich.

“Yes
… God, yes, it feels so good.” She practically moaned the words out, but she
was far from embarrassed. Curling her fingers further into Stellan’s shoulders,
she loved the animalistic growl that left him.

“Do
you want to take this a step further, pet? Do you want to have every inch of
your body touched, caressed, and petted?”

Blythe
had no idea what came over her, but she found herself lifting onto her toes and
popping her ass out. The act had her coming into contact with Dietrich’s
erection and causing a harsh grunt to spill from the normally stoic, controlled
man. Aside from his mouth by her throat he didn’t touch her. Was this some kind
of game to him? Did he enjoy getting women worked up to the point they couldn’t
even stand without being held up?

“You’ll
answer him, or I’m going punish you good and hard, and Mr. Moore is going to
watch.” Stellan’s breath came out in a hard whoosh as he murmured the words.

“I—”

Stellan
slid his hands down and around until he cupped her ass. Giving the mounds a
hard squeeze sent her head reeling.
Smack!
A startled cry left her as his palm connected with her bottom and left a
resounding burn in its wake.

“Oh my God.
Yes, I want
more.” As soon as the words left her she knew it was a mistake. This situation
could only end in downfall.

“Say
it again,
querida
.”

Dietrich
growled out, “Answer your Masters.” He bit down on the tender flesh of her neck,
and she cried out in pleasure/pain.

“Yes!
I want everything you have to give.”

Chapter
Seven

The
trip back to the villa seemed to take an eternity, especially when Stellan and
Dietrich refused to touch her or give her any kind of relief. They had started
a fire inside of her and refused stoke it. Once they reached the villa Dietrich
led the way inside with Stellan trailing behind her. The reality and
uncertainty of the situation hit her like a sledgehammer. What she wouldn’t
give for something strong to drink. Maybe then her nerves would calm the hell
down and she’d be able to think clearly.

“Come
on, pet.” Dietrich held his hand out, and she found herself slipping hers into
his offered one without hesitation. He took her into the living room and
slipped behind the bar. Stellan placed his hands on her shoulders and started a
slow massage. She didn’t want to be a mood killer, especially since she was
going crazy with lust, but things needed to be sorted out before they went any
further. They might not need to worry about the repercussions of their actions,
but she needed her job, and the worry about what they were clearly going to do,
and how this would affect things weighed heavily on her.

Stellan
whispered against her ear, “You’re thinking too hard,
querida
.”

“I’m
just…” She closed her eyes and breathed out.

“Scared, pet?”
Dietrich’s
words had her opening her eyes and looking at him from across the bar.

She
whispered, “Yes.”

His
hold was firm on her, just like Stellan’s had been. “What are you afraid of?”
His gaze was unwavering.

“Of everything.”

****

Dietrich
watched the emotions that played across Blythe’s face. He lifted his gaze and
looked over her shoulder at Stellan. The images of watching his sub taking her
mouth had been intoxicating. Before Dietrich and Stellan had been serious he
had seen his sub dominate other women. The fact Stellan was a switch turned him
on to a point, but for Dietrich he was the Dom when it came to his partners.
Now bringing Blythe into the equation changed the dynamics. She might not yet know
how much they wanted her to be a part of their relationship, but she would very
soon.

Being
a businessman Dietrich went with his gut instincts on everything. It had been
those key instincts that made him one of the wealthiest men in the world, and
never failed him. Right now they were screaming at him that Blythe was
something that needed to be added into their relationship. He was getting too
old to fuck around, and having things solid with Stellan told him they both needed
more. Fortunately, Stellan was on the same page.

“Pet.”
He smoothed his
thumb across her cheek. Her fears were understandable, but unjustified. It had
always been a rule for Dietrich not to mix business with pleasure, and the only
reason he was willing to break that rule was because her job with his company
was only temporary, and he just didn’t give a fuck. He wanted her, badly, and
was willing to break every one of his damn rules to ensure she was theirs. She
only had a few more weeks with him, an upsetting conclusion, but certainly not
the end of them if he had anything to do with it. He got what he wanted, no
matter what. He wasn’t called “The Bear” for his gentle demeanor. “You’re
making it more complicated than it is. We want you. You want us. It’s as simple
as that.” He let his words sink in and gradually saw her fear and unease drift away.
“All you have to do is say yes.”

“Yes,
but it’s so strange because you two are in a relationship.” The emotions that
flittered across her face had him smiling.

“Yes,
we are, but we want you as well. We are all consenting adults who want to
experience the same thing.” He leaned in close so their mouths were inches
apart. Back at Sintra he hadn’t touched her, not really anyway, and he was
burning alive to do it right now. But first he wanted her to acknowledge that
this was truly what she wanted. It made no difference that he could tell from
her body language she did. Dietrich wanted her to say the words aloud.

“You
like surrendering to us, don’t you?” He watched in arousal as she closed her
eyes at Stellan’s whispered words.

“Yes.”
She licked her lips and continued, saying, “I do.” His sub slid his hands over
her shoulders and covered her breasts. Blythe was a curvy little thing with
lush hips and generous thighs that invited a man between them. He intended to
make use of them tonight, and he would also watch Stellan have his fun.

“Tell
us you want this to continue, pet.” She opened her eyes, and he was startled
yet again by the light green coloring. Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth
was slightly parted as she panted. Stellan continued to curve his hands around
her breasts. He didn’t think Blythe realized that her hands gripped his biceps
with astounding force, as if she feared she would float away if she didn’t hang
on.

“I
want this to continue.” She took a deep breath.
“With both of
you.”

And
that was all either of them had to hear. Dietrich leaned in the rest of the way
and kissed her fast and hard. It had been something he had wanted to do since
he first saw her in his office all those weeks ago. She opened for him,
submitting even the smallest part of her body. He swallowed her moan and sucked
her tongue into his mouth. She tasted sweet, and he wanted more. The sound of
Stellan’s deep breathing told him his sub was spiraling just as out of control
as he was. He cupped the other side of her face and tilted her head so he could
deepen the kiss. What he wanted was to feel her body pressed against his, and
that was something he couldn’t accomplish with the bar separating them. Pulling
free from her mouth he kept only an inch between them as he stared down at her
lips. They were swollen and red, glossy and inviting. Dragging his tongue over
his lower lip he swore he could taste Stellan on her, and the thought drove him
wild with need. Casting a glance at Stellan proved that his sub was thinking
the same thing. They needed to take this to the playroom.

           
Stellan
stepped away from her, and a little sound of disappointment left her. Dietrich
had to smile at that. He dipped down to kiss her once more then moved away.
Stellan led the way to the playroom on the lowest level of the villa. When
Blythe teetered slightly he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her
flush with the side of his body. She fit perfectly against him. She had curves
in all the right places, but compared to him and Stellan she was a tiny little
thing. Her head rested on his shoulder, but he reminded himself she wore killer
heels. An image formed in his mind, one of her nude aside from those stilettos.
His cock stiffened impossibly further, and he quickened his step. He planned on
prolonging their evening, so he needed to get his head clear.

When
Stellan pushed open the door to the playroom and Blythe got a look at what was
inside she tensed against his body. Dietrich leaned down and said against her
ear, “With pain
comes
pleasure.” She looked up at him,
and her fear slowly morphed into arousal. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing
came out shaky. “There is no need to be afraid. You have to trust us to take
care of you. Do you,
pet,
trust us to take care of
you?”

She
might not realize how much she wanted this, wanted their domination, but her
need was written clearly on her face, and he wanted to hear her say it.

Her
tongue ran along her lips, and his pants became even tighter. Stellan kept a
strong, silent presence beside her. He gave her the time she needed to fully
come to grips with what they wanted and what she truly wanted.

Blythe
inhaled deeply and said, “I trust both of you, and I’m ready.”

He
ran his hand over her silky hair and loved when she leaned into his touch.
His strong, brave girl.
Dietrich looked over her head at
Stellan and saw his sub’s desire reflected like another being in the room.
After kissing her on the head he turned her, and they
followed Stellan farther into the room. He shut the door behind them, and he took
a moment to watch her reaction to her surroundings.

Their
playroom wasn’t anything outlandish, but to someone who was not used to kink
Dietrich could see how it would make one uneasy. Stellan flicked on the very
dim overhead light. The room was washed in a gentle, easing glow. Dietrich
found it more comforting to do without the harsh glare of fluorescents.

“Can
I look around first?” Her voice slightly wavered when she asked. Dietrich
offered her a smile and tilted his chin for her to do whatever she wanted. He
wanted her, but he wasn’t in a hurry, especially when it concerned her comfort.
She started at the far left side of the room and took in the various spanking
implements. He held his breath when she lifted her hand to run across the
smooth, glossy finish of the paddle. The fact she was open to this lifestyle,
that she didn’t let her fear of the unknown consume her, was an incredible
turn-on. It wasn’t lost on him when she hesitated on the cane, but then again
it could be a frightening tool for anyone at first. She just didn’t know the
pleasure that could be wielded with such an instrument.

The
playroom wasn’t overly large, but it was big enough that it held everything he
needed to ensure his subs were well taken care of. The king size bed was across
from the door, and the black satin sheets looked like spilled ink under the
lighting. Blythe ran her fingers over the material and stopped when she saw the
restraints attached to each post of the bed. Even from the distance he could
hear and see her swallow. Her nipples budded out beneath her dress, and he saw from
her expression the way her mind worked over what exactly they did with those
bonds. When she looked over her shoulder at them he doubted she realized how
sexual her expression appeared: vulnerable, sensual, erotic. Her head was
slightly lowered, and she looked up through the veil of her lashes. Lips
slightly parted and chest rising and falling from her excited breathing made
Blythe Winters, their sub, look like a treasure for the gods.

Dietrich
refused to wait another moment longer. Stellan moved to stand beside him.

 
“Come here, sub.”

Fuck,
but he loved when Stellan took control of another. It was a heady feeling
inside of him, one that almost rivaled dominating his handsome boy. Her eyes
flared slightly, but she obeyed beautifully. When she stood close enough to
them that he could smell the scent of vanilla he didn’t stop the rumble that
left him.

“Pet,
what is about to happen is always safe, sane, and consensual.” She nodded in
understanding. “With that being said, if at any time you feel the need to stop
because things get to be too much for you, all you need to say is your safe word.”

“Okay.”
She breathed out the word.

“What
would you like your safe word to be?”

Blythe
glanced down at the ground for several long moments before lifting her head and
looking between them.
“Bird.”

Dietrich
smiled. Wasn’t that a fitting word? She was like a little bird, ready to spread
her wings and experience life.