The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (10 page)

“Saying
‘bird’ will ensure that everything ceases. If you say stop, we will continue.
If you say no, we will give you more. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You
will refer to me as Mr. Moore or Master. Stellan will be called Sir. Are we
clear?”

“Yes,
Mr. Moore.”

His
shaft jerked at hearing those words from her.

“Good.
Now, Stellan, remove our pet’s dress. I want her bare except for those fuck-me
heels.” The pulse at the base of her neck beat wildly, and he smirked. Stellan
circled her once before finally stopping behind her. He let his hands fall on
her shoulders and slowly dragged them down her arms. By the way her eyes
widened Dietrich knew his sub was caressing that fine ass of hers. “You are our
submissive, pet. Do you understand what that means?” The sound of her zipper
being lowered pierced the room.

“Yes,
Mr. Moore.” Her eyes drifted closed when the dress slid off of her body and
pooled at her feet. Fuck him but she wore the sexiest undergarments he had ever
seen. The lacy strapless demi-bra was a nude color, nearly blending in with her
already creamy complexion. Her areolas were visible through the lacy material,
and her nipples poked out almost obscenely.
 
Her panties were cut low and barely covered her pussy. It was the same
transparent fabric, and her slit was easily visible.

“Tell
me what the rear looks like, boy.”

Stellan
breathed out roughly, his gaze trained on her ass.

“Her
ass was made for fucking, Sir.” The sound of Stellan bringing his palm down on
one of her cheeks was loud and erotic. A gasp left
her,
and a gorgeous flush spread up her chest and to her face.

“Turn
her around.”

Stellan
gripped her shoulders again and turned her. His sub was
abso
-fucking-
lutely
right. He may have said he wouldn’t push her too
far, but after the days passing of wanting her with ferocity, he knew that the
time to wait was over.

Her
ass was made to be fucked and spanked, and not necessarily in that particular
order. He took a step closer to her and gripped the mounds. She lowered her
head, but Stellan wasn’t having any of that. He lifted her face to his and took
her mouth with his. Instantly her body relaxed, and Dietrich started to massage
her bottom. The thong she wore was just a tiny strip of lacy material between
the cheeks of her ass. He spread them apart, saw the fabric nestled tightly
against the tight hole and felt every muscle inside of him tighten in response.
He wanted her bare for him, nothing between them physically or emotionally.

He
slipped his finger under the thin string at the top of her ass, and in one tug
ripped the panties from her body. She teetered, but Stellan reached out and
steadied her. Flattening his hands on her lower spine Dietrich dragged them up
her full hips and stopped when he reached the clasp of her bra. With a flick of
his wrist he unhooked it and groaned when it joined the dress by her feet. He
spun her around without preamble and felt a rush at the way her large breasts
swayed from the quick movement. Her nipples were a dark shade under the
lighting, and without warning he took each beaded tip between his thumb and
forefinger and pinched them. He didn’t need to look at Stellan to know the boy
was playing with her ass. His sub had always been an ass-man. The fleshy sounds
of Stellan’s palms meeting her bottom were just as loud as her rapid
inhalations. Lowering his head Dietrich brushed his lips across her mouth. She
opened for him instantly, surrendering herself to them without any restraints.
God, he had been so right about her.

Dietrich
allowed himself the pleasure of her lips and tongue. But he controlled the kiss
and made sure she knew that. Whenever she tried to take control by sucking on
his tongue and dominating the kiss he tightened his fingers on her nipples,
causing a soft groan to spill from her. He broke away and leaned back. Her eyes
were closed, and her mouth was lusciously swollen from his ministrations.

“Pet, look at me.”
She slowly obeyed
and stared up at Dietrich. “I want you to sit on the bed, pet.” He ran his
finger along her upper lip, loving how the dip in the center reminded him of a
little bow.

“This
is where you say, ‘yes, Master’.”

“Yes,
Master.” The bed was only a few feet away, but he made sure she was steady as
she walked over to it and did as she was told. What she needed to fully understand
was that he enjoyed Stellan as well. Oh, he had seen the arousal on her face
when she watched the two of them together, but he wanted to see her reaction
when he took it to the next level.

“Pet,
you realize I enjoy the pleasure Stellan can bring me, too?”

She
nodded, but as he continued to look at her she quickly added, “Yes, Master.”

“I
want you to watch exactly how much I enjoy my sub pleasuring me.” He could see
her desire clearly by the way her nipples hardened further and how she pressed
her thighs together. There was no doubt the sheets below her would be wet from
her pussy juice, and that image had a spear of lust slamming into him. Keeping
his eyes on her, he spoke to Stellan. “Boy, get on your knees and suck your
Master’s cock in front of our sub.” The way her eyes widened had the corner of
Dietrich’s mouth turning up. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be a night
for firsts.

Chapter
Eight

Oh. Is this
really about to happen?
Blythe stared ahead of her as Stellan
dropped to his knees in front of Dietrich. Despite seeing them by the pool,
which now seemed like ages ago, watching Stellan get into position to give
Dietrich a blow job was surreal. Her pussy was soaked, and her clit and nipples
throbbed in time with her pulse. They still wore their suits, and the sight of
their big, hard bodies, dressed so elegantly, sent waves of heat through her.
Dietrich loosened the tie around his neck, but didn’t remove it. The bright red
silk looked like spilled blood, hanging loosely around his throat and falling
down his chest. He then undid the first few buttons of his stark white shirt.
The sight of his swatch of tanned, hard chest had her shifting on the bed,
trying to relieve the ache that settled between her legs.

With
Stellan knelt before him it was hard for her to see what was happening. As if
reading her mind Dietrich shifted to his side, causing Stellan to do the same.
With the men’s sides facing her, Blythe watched in rapt awe as Stellan licked
his lips and looked up at Dietrich. Dietrich ran his hand over the other man’s
head, as if he were a treasured cat and needed a good petting. It was a bit
bizarre to see such a large and intimidating man as Stellan Alfonso kneeling
before another. When he had wrapped his arms around her and taken her mouth in
a brutal kiss, dominance had poured out of him. Blythe may not live the
lifestyle of BDSM, but she had read enough about it to know Stellan was known
as a switch. He clearly liked to submit and dominate.

When
Dietrich’s hard cock was revealed her breath stalled. It should have been no
surprise that his dick was incredibly big, just like the rest of him. It was
clearly the biggest shaft she had ever seen. As if the next acts played in slow
motion, Blythe watched with heightening arousal as Stellan opened his mouth,
leaned forward, and wrapped his lips around the head of Dietrich’s cock. He
gripped Stellan’s hair and started to slowly pump his hips in and out of the
other man’s mouth. Aside from a few porn movies she had watched, nothing could
have prepared her for seeing a shaft sliding in and out of another man’s mouth.
The glossiness of Stellan’s saliva was starkly visible along Dietrich’s dick.
Her eyes were trained on the sexual act before her, but when the hairs on the
back of her neck stood up she lifted her eyes to Dietrich. He stared at her
with a smoky, half-lidded expression.

“Come
here, pet.” Blythe stood on unsteady legs and slowly moved toward them. Stellan
never stopped sucking Dietrich’s cock. The sounds of wet flesh and a deep male
groan filled her ears, and she took a deep breath.
When she
was inches from Dietrich he said sternly, “On your feet, boy.”
The
popping noise of Stellan’s suctioning mouth coming undone from Dietrich’s penis
filled the room. Stellan slowly rose, and she was immediately aware of their
presence.
“Pet, look at me.”
Again, she hadn’t realized
she closed her eyes until she opened them and looked up at Dietrich. “I want
you on your knees and sucking my cock now.”

Blythe’s
heart hammered quick and hard at his words. She looked at Stellan, maybe for
guidance, but his stoic expression offered no help. Doing as Dietrich said had
the hard, cold ground meeting her knees. Here she was, stark naked in front of
these men with Dietrich’s cock in front of her and Stellan about to watch the
whole thing. It turned her on, yet scared the shit out of her. She waited for
his next words. For several long, agonizing moments neither man said anything.
Did they purposefully like to leave her on edge? Did they get some kind of
sadistic pleasure in knowing she was a ball of nerves?

“
Shhh
, be at ease.” Dietrich ran his hand over her hair, in
the same manner as he did to Stellan, and she found the act strangely
comforting. It wasn’t as if she had never given head before, but the men that
she had done the act on seemed less than impressed. She also had never had an
audience. “Here is what’s going to happen.” He continued to stroke her cheek,
and Blythe leaned into his touch. “You’re going to take my dick and guide it to
your mouth. Stellan is then going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours.” His
words had her jerking away and looking between them. It wasn’t as if she didn’t
expect this, but actually hearing him say it brought everything right in her
face, so to speak. “Do you wish to use your safe word?”

Did
she? Dietrich didn’t stop stroking her, and a part of her knew that if she did
say that one little word he would stop. They both would. The soft caress of
Stellan running his fingers down the base of her neck told her enough about
herself that she did want this. Fear was ever present in any situation, but what
she needed to do was put her trust in them that if she did want to stop, they
would.

“No,
Master. I want to continue.” Her body was certainly ready and up for whatever
they had in store. It was her mind that held the constraints around her.

“Such a good girl.”
He brushed his
fingers along her upper and lower lip,
then
she saw
him tilt his head to Stellan. A moment later the sound of him removing his
clothing behind her filled the room. His hard heat pressed against her body,
and she wet her lips with her tongue. “Take my cock, pet.” Dietrich’s erection was
still hard as ever in front of her, and she reached out and took hold of the
root. Looking up at him as she parted her lips, Blythe was caught in his heated
gaze. She was vaguely aware of movement behind her, of the sound of a wrapper
being opened, and then the feel of silk covered her eyes. For a moment fear
held her immobile, but both men murmured encouraging words to her, and she
eased. She was aware enough to realize Stellan had wrapped his tie around her
eyes. It smelled of him: strong, musky, and spicy.

He
spoke softly against the side of her neck. “The sensory deprivation will
heighten all of your other senses,
querida
.”

“Don’t
stop sucking my cock, pet.” Dietrich emphasized his words by thrusting into her
mouth enough that the tip hit back of her throat. Blythe breathed out her nose
so she could take him fully without gagging. Stellan had been right. With her
eyes closed her other senses were heightened. She could hear their harsh
breathing, felt the smooth, yet rough sensation of Stellan’s tongue sliding up
her spine. Hollowing out her cheeks and twirling her tongue around Dietrich’s bulbous
head, Blythe set all her attention on the thick length in her mouth. She was so
into the feel and taste of him that everything else faded away until the only
things that mattered where what these two men did to her.

“Take
her hair, boy.” A second later the pins that had held her hair in place were
expertly removed. Stellan gripped the tumble of strands and tightened just
enough that her head tilted back. The new angle had her throat bared and
Dietrich’s cock slipping in impossibly farther. Forced to breathe out her nose,
Blythe felt her eyes start to water with each bump of Dietrich’s cock head
hitting the back of her throat. Salty bursts of his pre-cum exploded in her
mouth, and she found the flavor addictive. The sting of pain from her hair being
pulled brought about a flash of pleasure.

Stellan
slipped his fingers between her legs and through her cleft. “
Mmm
,
querida
,
you’re so wet.” As if to emphasize his point he thrust two thick fingers into
her. The sound of his digits sliding through her slickness was heady and
intense. When he pulled them free she groaned, which had the cock in her mouth
jerking. Even though her jaw ached, her body wanted more, so much more. Stellan
placed a leg between hers and pushed them apart until they were spread as wide
as they’d go.

“Stellan,
eat her pussy out and tell me how she tastes.”