The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (6 page)

“Thank
you for dinner. It was wonderful.” Blythe grabbed her purse and climbed out of
the car. She hurried up the steps and into the house. She didn’t think she’d be
able to handle another make-out session, not when her clit felt like it would
explode from her lust as it was. Once in her room she ran a bath and stripped
from her clothing. Maybe it had been rude to just run out of Mr. Moore’s car
like that, but what more did they really have to say? Besides, it was clear the
two men wanted a little alone time, and who was she to cock block?

Blythe
grabbed her suitcase and flung it on the bed. Now was as good a time as any to
get her clothes put away, at least until her bath was done. In her haste she
hadn’t bothered turning on the bedroom light, and the only illumination came
from the bathroom. The sound of splashing water drew her away from her bags and
over to the window. The room was dark enough that she wasn’t worried about
anyone seeing her in her bra and panties, but even if she had been worried that
would have been shoved aside at the sight below. From her vantage point she
could see the edge of the pool, and the sight below was tantalizing. Stellan
wore nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. Although she couldn’t hear what
they said she did hear their deep laughter. Obviously Dietrich had been the one
to dive into the pool since Stellan spoke in the direction of the water and to a
part of the pool she couldn’t see.

Please drop the
towel.
She should have been ashamed by her thoughts. This was her first day on the job,
and here she was being a voyeur and about to watch something that was
completely private. Yet she didn’t move. She saw Dietrich then, climb from the
pool in nothing but his hard, ripped flesh.

“Dear
God.” She looked behind her, expecting to someone to be watching
her
, but only darkness greeted her. When
she turned back around it was to see Stellan on his knees before Dietrich. With
his muscular back to her, all she could see was his hard ass and the outline of
Stellan’s side. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he was doing.
Moisture slipped from her pussy and down her inner thighs as Dietrich’s bicep
bulged. His hand was obviously on the back of his lover’s head, and the up and
down motion he was doing left little to the imagination. Yeah, she needed that
bath like yesterday. She turned before she was caught and closed the bathroom
door behind her. Leaning against the door Blythe inhaled deeply. She had poured
a generous amount of rose scented bubble bath into the water when she first
started it, and the room now smelled like a garden. She slipped into the tub,
grabbed a washcloth that hung from the small hook beside her, and covered her
eyes with it. What she needed was a good night’s sleep to get rid of her
desires. Oh, who was she kidding? She was going to be miserable with hard
nipples and wet panties for the next month.

Chapter
Five

Dietrich
led Stellan back into the house from the pool. Once in his bedroom he shut the
door behind him. Stellan had taken his dick nice and deep outside, but Dietrich
refused to come until he was buried deep in his sub’s ass.
“On
your knees like a good boy.”

Stellan
dropped to the ordered position, bowed his head, and clasped his hands behind
his back. Dietrich took his cock in hand and stroked it a few times as he
walked in a circle around his sub. It never ceased to amaze him how powerful
Stellan was, yet could look so vulnerable when he submitted to him. It had been
several weeks since he had found release with his sub last, and the buildup of
cum in his balls was a constant ache. Dietrich refused to jerk off, not when
the pleasure to be had at the hands of Stellan would be sweeter than ambrosia.

Moving
to his armoire he pulled the door open and ran his hands along his instruments
of please and pain. “Did you touch yourself while I was away, boy?” Dietrich
said without looking at his sub.

“No,
Master.” Those two words had never sounded sweeter than coming from the lips of
the man he loved and the one he dominated.

He
grabbed the cane and a strip of rope and closed the armoire door. “Take your
place by the door.” Stellan went to stand, but Dietrich placed the handle of
the cane on his shoulder, stopping him. “Do it on your hands and knees. I want
to see your ass and balls.” Stellan went down on all fours and moved to the
bathroom door that also held a hook in which he could be restrained. Dietrich
let his eyes travel over the muscular mounds of his sub’s ass and to the heavy
weight that swung with each move Stellan made. The shadowed valley between
Stellan’s muscular
ass
was a tempting sight, and one
that had pre-cum leaking from the slit of Dietrich’s dick. Once at the door
Stellan waited for orders. Dietrich ran his hand down his spine and felt his
dick grow even harder at the play of muscles beneath Stellan’s olive-toned
skin.

“Tell
me again what you think of Blythe.” Dietrich bent onto his haunches and let the
tip of his cane run along his sub’s back. Stellan’s breath hitched, but his
words were spoken clearly.

“She
is perfect, Master.” When he ran the cane down the crease of his ass Dietrich’s
cock gave a mighty jerk.

“Spread
your cheeks, boy.” Stellan reached behind and pulled his ass apart so Dietrich
could get an unobstructed view of the tight hole in the center. He palmed his
cock and used the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to make his shaft slick.
“She is perfect, isn’t she?”

“Yes,
Master.”

They
both wanted her, and the arousal that Dietrich had seen clearly in her face let
him know she wanted him, too. They had spoken about her during dinner, and
maybe he should have felt wrong for doing so when she clearly didn’t
understand, but the things they’d said were dirty and filled with a lot of
heat. He didn’t want to frighten her away. They had only known each other such
a short time, but that instant connection, one that Stellan felt it as well,
cemented the fact she was meant to be with them. The only problem was she was
his employee. If he could control himself for the next several weeks then all
would be well, but that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep. The Dom
in him wanted both of them before him on their knees, giving themselves like
proper subs. He had seen the same spark in her eyes that he had in Stellan’s.
It was a fire that told him she wanted to be dominated, whether she realized it
or not. She was a natural sub; that was obvious. Perhaps she had been like
Stellan at first and found her desires abhorrent and unnatural? She certainly
wouldn’t be the first person out there trying to live a vanilla life.

“Hands above your head.”

Stellan
raised his hands, and Dietrich used the rope to secure his wrists together,
then
tethered the bonds to the hook on the door. The
position had Stellan still on his knees, but his body was stretched out in a
delicious display of pulled tendons and sinew. Dietrich took a step back and
admired the sight for several long moments. The only warning he gave Stellan
before he brought his cane along his ass was the air whooshing before he struck.
The sound of bamboo striking flesh filled the room. A surge of lust slammed
into him when Stellan jerked in his bonds, and a beautiful red line made itself
present on the tanned skin of Stellan’s cheeks.

“Beg
for another, boy.” He kept his voice low and stroked the tip of the cane down
Stellan’s spine again.

“Please,
Master. May I have another?”

Dietrich
brought the cane down again on the other side of his sub’s ass.

“You’re
such a good boy. You please me immensely, sub.” He struck him again and again,
loving that his mark popped out along the back of Stellan’s thighs and ass.
Those red lines coupled with the grunts of pleasure and pain that came from his
sub had Dietrich harder than steel. An image of Blythe filled his mind, and
perspiration dotted along his temple. He reveled in the sound of the bamboo
cracking along his sub’s body.

“Are
you hard, boy?” He didn’t stop his ministrations and loved the guttural ecstasy-filled
way Stellan gritted out his affirmation. “Turn and show me.” The way Dietrich
had Stellan positioned allowed for the man to face him easily enough. When
Stellan had his back to the door a mighty throb settled in the base of
Dietrich’s erection at the sight of the long, thick shaft that jutted from a
trimmed nest of black hair at Stellan’s groin.
 
He ran the cane along his sub’s length and down to the large sac below.

“Please,
Master,
please
.” Stellan kept his
eyes downcast, but his hips jutted forward in need. Dietrich cracked the cane
on the side of Stellan’s right thigh.

“I
didn’t give you permission to speak, boy.” Dietrich knew his submissive well
enough to know Stellan enjoyed the pain Dietrich inflicted upon him as much as
he enjoyed giving it. Their relationship was one of sadism and masochism, a
perfect match, yet still missing something elemental. That was where Blythe
came into play. He took a step forward and lifted Stellan’s head up with the
edge of his cane. “You’ll suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours until my
balls touch your chin.”

“Yes,
Master.” Stellan breathed out heavily, his chest rising and falling from his
exertion.

Dietrich
looked down at the other man’s dick and watched as a bead of clear fluid seeped
from the tip. He flicked his eyes back to his sub’s, saw Stellan staring at
Dietrich’s erection, and looked back down at his sub’s shaft. Gravity took that
bead of pre-cum down until it dripped to the floor. Taking hold of his cock,
Dietrich guided the tip to Stellan’s mouth. He rubbed the spunk-coated crown
along his lips and grunted out, “Open.”

Stellan
took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the bulbous tip before
pressing it into the slit. Carnal lust filled him as Stellan’s cheeks hollowed
out and he engulfed him whole. His lips stretched wide over his girth, and a
groan left him.

“That’s
it, boy. Swallow your Master’s cock.” Dietrich gritted his teeth as Stellan
took his entire length. The head of his shaft hit the back of his sub’s throat,
and he swallowed around the tip. He reached out, gripped Stellan’s hair, and pulled
on the strands hard until he grunted in response. His sub’s pain was Dietrich’s
pleasure. Using his hold on Stellan’s hair, Dietrich kept his head steady and
started fucking his mouth. In and out, slow and steady at first, but with each
passing second he increased his speed until he was bumping the back of
Stellan’s throat. Beads of sweat ran down his spine, and he groaned. He was
close to coming, but he wasn’t going to in his mouth, not when Stellan’s tight
ass was ripe for the taking. Pulling away until his dick slid from the warm,
wet cavern, Dietrich stared down at his sub with what he knew were heavy-lidded
eyes. He breathed in deeply as he tried to control his raging arousal. It had
been far too long since he felt the pleasure his sub could deliver, and with
being around Blythe and feeling the intense attraction to her, Dietrich was on
the verge of combusting.

“Present
your ass to me, boy.” Stellan’s chest rose and fell almost violently, and
Dietrich could see the feral lust reflected back at him. Stellan did as he was
asked, and Dietrich ran a hand over his mouth as his sub spread his muscular
thighs apart. His balls swung slightly between his legs. Dietrich turned and
walked to his bedside table and pulled the drawer open. He took out a bottle of
lube and a condom. He turned back to Stellan and fell to his knees behind the
man. He set the items on the floor and reached around to grip Stellan’s shaft.
He stroked the steel encased velvet and gave it several quick tugs.
He
 
loved
the rumble
that spilled from Stellan’s chest. The slick fluid that spilled from the tip of
his sub’s dick covered his hand before dripping on the floor.

“My, my, boy.
You must really
want it, don’t you?”

Stellan’s
voice hitched as he said, “Yes, Master. I want it badly.”

Dietrich
tightened his hand around his cock and said, “Tell me what you want.”

“I
want your big dick in my ass, Master.”

“
Mmm
, such a good boy.”
Dietrich let go of Stellan, grabbed the condom off the ground, and quickly
sheathed himself. He picked up the lube, poured a generous amount in his palm
and worked it over his erection. Next he tilted the bottle upside down and let
the clear fluid drip down the top of Stellan’s ass and into the shadowed
crease. He set the tube aside and moved closer. Spreading the cheeks apart he
used his thumb to spread the fluid around the tight hole then pressed the digit
inside. Stellan lifted his hips for more, and Dietrich slapped his disobedient
sub’s ass hard. “Did I say you could move, boy?”

Stellan
panted out, “No, Master.”

“If
you don’t obey I have a mind to work you over and refuse to allow you to come.”
He slapped his ass again. “Do you want that, boy?”

“No,
Master. Please let me come.”

Dietrich
pressed his thumb further into the hole until he reached the second knuckle. He
pumped in and out, fucking Stellan’s anus but needing to bury his cock in the
tight cavern. He could see his sub’s cock bobbing hard and strong between his
legs. Pre-cum continued a steady trickle down to the floor. It was an erotic sight
and had Dietrich no longer able to tease Stellan. Keeping his ass open with one
hand, he placed the crown of his erection at the knot of tight tissue and
worked himself inside his sweet sub.
Stellan
knew to bear
down to let him in. With every inch Dietrich pushed in more sweat broke out
along his body. Stellan was slick with perspiration as well, and Dietrich
didn’t stop himself from leaning forward and dragging his tongue up Stellan’s
spine. He groaned at the salty, clean flavor that exploded in his mouth.