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.
“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?