The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (12 page)

“You
are such a good girl,
querida
.”
Stellan kissed her once more before he disappeared into the bathroom. Why
hearing him say that brought her so much pleasure was beyond her, but it was
the
truth,
and Blythe realized she never wanted it to
end.

Chapter
Nine

Blythe
rested her head on Dietrich’s chest and closed her eyes. Exhaustion settled in
her bones, and she inhaled deeply. His hardness could be felt beneath her ass,
and she shifted. He tightened his hand on her tender hip to still her.

“
Shhh
, relax, pet.” The rhythmic stroking of his hand going
through her hair had her doing exactly what he said. “You make me happy.” It
was a bit strange hearing him say those words, but comforting and welcome in
the same breath. “Come on.” He lifted her easily into his arms and strode to
the bed. After laying her on it he stripped out of his suit. To think all of
what just happened had been done while he still wore a three-piece suit. The
play of his muscles under the lighting as he peeled away each layer had her
body heating all over again. The soreness between her thighs was overshadowed
by the steady pulse of blood flowing to her clit and nipples. Just like Stellan
he was big: wide shoulders, defined
pecs
, narrow
waist, and a six-pack. The V of muscle that led to his groin was impossibly
defined and was like an inverted triangle pointing to his incredibly hard,
thick, and long cock. For several long moments he did nothing but
stand
at the foot of the bed and stare down at her body. He
ran his eyes up and down her nude form, focusing on her tits and pussy.

“Spread
your thighs.” Blythe slowly parted her legs and felt heat rush to her face when
the lips of her pussy parted, allowing him to see her inner labia. She knew she
was wet, could feel the slickness of it coat her. “Touch your clit. Rub it
until I tell you to stop.” Letting out a breath, her pussy tingled as blood
rushed to the area in question. She was so sensitive from the pounding Stellan had
given her, but seeing the lust come from Dietrich as he watched her play with
herself had every cell in her body coming alive once again. Letting her fingers
coast down her belly she stopped at her clit and rubbed the small nub. She
jerked in response at the sensitivity the action caused within her. Her pussy
ached from the rough fucking Stellan had given her, but renewed warmth settled
in her belly, causing a fluttering of butterflies to settle inside of her.

Back
and forth, over and over she rubbed her clit, all the while watching Dietrich.
Aside from the subtle change in his breathing he showed no reaction as he kept
his gaze trained on her cunt. His cock was hard and jutted out from a trimmed
thatch of dark blond hair at his groin. Surprisingly another orgasm built
inside of her. With the visual of Dietrich naked in front of her and her
quickly moving fingers over her clit she would explode at any minute. Sweat
beaded along her body, and she lifted her hips unabashedly. Stellan stepped
behind Dietrich, but kept his body partially visible. Dietrich said something
low to Stellan, and her mouth went dry as he reached around and gripped
Dietrich’s cock. He started moving his hand up and down the length with slow, languid
strokes.

“Please,
Master,
Sir
.” She strained her neck,
and her legs shook. She wanted to stop touching herself, but then again she
didn’t. It felt too good. “I need to come. Please, let me come, Master.” She
lifted her eyes to Dietrich’s and let out a breath when he slowly grinned.

“You’ll
come when I’m buried in your ass, pet.” He moved forward, and Stellan dropped
his hand. Looking over Dietrich’s shoulder, she saw Stellan fully hard again.
Stellan moved onto the bed and gripped her hip, pulling her to the side and
forcing her to straddle his lean waist. He had already put another condom on,
so he wasted no time pushing back into her pussy. A strangled groan left her as
he tunneled his way into her sore, yet sopping wet, pussy. For several long
seconds he pumped in and out of her, but seemed to sense when she was close to climaxing
because he’d ease off and give her a moment to breathe through it. Dietrich
reached around, gripped her wrists, and brought them behind her back. Stellan
started pumping into her once more, but kept his movements slow and easy. Her
wrists were bound with something soft, perhaps silk? Dietrich’s tie came to
mind, or maybe it was Stellan’s. With her hands successfully restrained behind
her back she was at the mercy of these two men. A heavy hand landed on the
center of her back and pushed her slightly forward. Stellan gripped her waist
to keep her steady. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he stared into
her eyes.

“Kiss
me,
querida
.”
His softly spoken words had her heart beating faster. She lowered her face at
the same time he rose up and brought their mouths together. When she felt her
ass cheeks spread and cool lube smoothed over her anus, she stiffened. It
wasn’t as if she didn’t expect this, but the realization that Dietrich planned
on fucking her ass at the same time Stellan was buried in her pussy sent
nervousness through her. She had done anal before, albeit once, but it had been
less than enjoyable. It could have been the fact her then boyfriend thought
taking her ass like there was no tomorrow, without even a care of how it felt
for her, left a nasty taste in her mouth and no need to try it again. Of course
she knew, deep down inside of her, that this time would be different. These men
were different from any other men she had come in contact with. They were
ruthless, demanding, took whatever they wanted when they wanted, but also were
kind and gentle with her.

Dietrich
worked the lube over her anus in unhurried strokes. The hot, heavy weight of
his dick on the back of her thigh had her moaning into Stellan’s mouth. He
kissed her sensually, like he savored every inch of her mouth. First one finger
was worked into her ass, then a second. Dietrich pumped them in and out of her,
stretching her unused hole in preparation. He spread them, scissoring the
digits in her so a delicious burn traveled straight to her core. He did this
over and over again, stretching out her bottom for something a hell of a lot
bigger than two fingers. When he eventually pulled them out Blythe panted and swiveled
her hips on Stellan, needing him deeper.

“Ready for me to fuck this sweet little ass, pet?”

God,
she was so ready.

“Yes,
Master.” Lifting her ass in invitation, she waited for the inevitable. The
sound of him opening a condom wrapper barely pierced her foggy haze. More lube
was squirted into the crease of her bottom, getting the hole nice and soaked
for his cock. Everything stilled around her when the tip of his dick pressed
against her anus. It took him slow, measured movements to push through the
tight ring of muscle, but once through he slid deeply into her. All three of
them groaned. She was full and stretched. The burn was oh so good, and a dam of
wetness broke inside of her and covered Stellan’s shaft.

“You
like Master’s cock in that tight little ass, don’t you?” Stellan murmured
against her mouth.

She
breathed out, “Yes, Sir.” After that everything was a haze of pleasurable pain.
Dietrich fucked her ass, coaxing at first but gradually picked up speed.
Stellan didn’t move inside of her, just continued to take her mouth in drugging
kisses until she opened up like a flower in the sun.

“So
fucking good, pet.”

Sweat
beaded her flesh and dripped down her body. A droplet of moisture landed on her
back, and she knew it was from Dietrich, knew he was just as out of control as
they were. With her hands still secured behind her back she couldn’t do
anything but take what he gave her. Hands in tight balls and nails digging into
her palms, Blythe closed her eyes as ecstasy coursed through her veins. They
moved in tandem. Stellan pulled out, and Dietrich pushed in. Stellan slammed
all his hardness into her pussy, and Dietrich inched out of her ass. Over and
over they did this until she begged them to ease the agony they caused within
her.

“Master.”
A gasp left
her.
“Sir.”
Her eyes widened when they each bottomed
out at different times. “It’s too much,
please
.”
Tears sprang forth as the pleasure and pain morphed into one sensation.

“You’ll
take it. All of it.” Dietrich brought his hand down on her left cheek then her
right. “Tell me you’ll take it.”

A
strangled cry left her. “I’ll take anything you two give me.”

“Come,
pet.” Dietrich slammed into her ass, and she cried out. As she threw her head
back, the waves washed through her like a tsunami. Groans and grunts surrounded
her. Like a crack of lighting they groaned out and came inside of her. Their
big bodies twitched beneath and behind her. A series of small orgasms crashed
into her. The thickening of their cocks was immense, tightening the already
small confines. As the high dissipated she was aware of the restraint around
her wrists being undone. She collapsed on Stellan’s chest and breathed in and
out roughly. Being sandwiched between them had their sweaty bodies rubbing
together.

“You
are so good,
querida
.”
Dietrich moved off her back, and Stellan adjusted her so she was on her side
with him wrapped around her like a warm, muscular blanket. When Dietrich
returned, presumably from the restroom, it was to gently clean her off with a
warm rag. She was tender between her legs, and the warm wetness eased some of
her discomfort. They wrapped their arms around her and whispered sweet words.
She was far too tired to understand them, but she knew they were comforting and
filled with pleasure. The feel of their hard bodies pressed to her front and
back was the last thing she was aware of before she let sleep take her away.

****

“Mr.
Moore, you have a lunch meeting with Angelina Santina at noon.”
Blythe’s face heated when she glanced at Dietrich and saw him
watching her intently.
It had only been a few days since the three of
them had been intimate, but it felt like only yesterday. Just remembering what
they had done, how she felt, had blood rushing to her clit and nipples. When
Stellan
had left the next morning she hadn’t seen him
since, but Dietrich told her he had business up north and wouldn’t be back for
a few days. It was a bit strange to do mundane things like his schedule after
what they did. Although he was still commanding and ordered her around, it
wasn’t at the level as when they had sex.

“Thank
you, Miss Winters.” He leaned back, his big body taking up the majority of the
couch. His posture was relaxed even though he wore another three-piece suit,
this one a navy blue with a pewter colored dress shirt and a silver tie. Blythe
didn’t think she’d ever get used to him dressed like that. It was just so damn
hot.

“Okay,
well other than that your schedule is clear. If you don’t need anything else
from me I think I’ll do a little sightseeing with Miranda.” Miranda, one of
Dietrich’s assistants in Portugal for event planning, had invited her a few
days back. They exchanged numbers, and Miranda had called her yesterday trying
to set something up. As long as Dietrich gave her the rest of the day off
she
could kick back a bit. Aside from the intense sex-filled
night she had shared with them, her days and nights had been spent on actual work.
She didn’t even have enough free time to call Austin or her mom and check in.
To be honest she didn’t think she even wanted to call Austin. No doubt he would
be able to tell what she had done just by the tone of her voice.

Dietrich
watched her for a moment before saying, “Come here, Blythe.”

He
rarely used her first name, she noticed. As she moved the ten or so steps it
took to get to him she was surprised she could even stay steady in her heels.
He wore that look on his face, the one that told her he wasn’t thinking about
work. Over the past few days the expression he wore was one she had become very
familiar with. The cardigan she wore was long enough that it covered her hips
and belly, but the pencil skirt was a bit tight and had her ass on full
display. “What time will you be back?”

She
licked her lips and glanced out the window.

“I
asked you a question, Miss Winters.”

She
knew he’d be at the lunch meeting for several hours and after that his night
was free. She also knew he didn’t need her, so what did it matter? “I don’t
know, but your evening is free, and I haven’t had the chance to really see the
sights. Did you need me to do any work for you?”

“No.”
He didn’t blink as he said that one word.

“Then
you don’t have an issue with me taking the rest of the day off?”

It
took him a little longer to answer. “No.”

“Well,
Mr. Moore, then I guess I’ll be back when I get back.” She didn’t miss the way
his jaw hardened or how a muscle ticked under his cheek. For several tense
seconds they did nothing but watch each other. Blythe felt like she had said
something wrong, but she knew she hadn’t.

“I
think you’ve forgotten your place, Miss Winters.” The dark blue of his eyes
inflamed her as they traveled up and down her body. Could he see how hard her
nipples were? He stood, and she took a step back. Even in her heels he towered
over her. His hands went to his belt and started to undo it. Throat
constricting and eyes widening, Blythe had a sickening, yet exciting, feeling of
what he planned on doing.