The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub(12)

“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.”

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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.