“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.”
He let go of her hair.
Oh. God. His hot breath tickled her folds right before his mouth latched onto her. His tongue speared through her slit, lapping at her wetness and groaning against her. It was too much, too intense. She was going to come.
“If you come I’ll whip that pretty ass until it’s pink and tender,” Dietrich said through gritted teeth. She pulled away and sucked in a lungful of air.
“Please, Sir.” She moaned when Stellan reached around her and rubbed her clit back and forth. “I…” A harsh groan left her, and she tilted her head back further. “I’m going to come if Sir keeps doing that, Master.” Calling them those titles should have felt abhorrent, but in retrospect it made her more aroused knowing she was surrendering to them. She had to brace her hands on the ground for support when he moved his finger on her clit harder and faster.
“No, pet. You will not let go yet.” Dietrich lifted her head and guided his erection back to her mouth. “Now, if you stop sucking my cock again I will punish you.” Blythe renewed her efforts on him with much difficulty. It was hard to focus on one task when Stellan was between her thighs doing amazingly torturous things to her. Her legs shook with the force of holding off her orgasm. She braced her hands on his thighs and bobbed her head up and down, taking every last inch of him into her mouth.
“She tastes so fucking good, Master.” Stellan’s words vibrated against her slit, and she jerked. God, she was going to get off, and there was no way to stop it. As if the heavens answered her unspoken prayers Stellan pulled away. His wet mouth trailed up her back and stopped by her ear. His hot breath slid across her cheek, and she could smell herself on him. The blindfold was suddenly removed, and Dietrich’s cock slipped free from her mouth. Blythe blinked a few times to clear her vision. Stellan’s chest was pressed against her back, and his cock slid between the folds of her ass. Dietrich moved away and sat in one of the leather chairs in the corner. The shadows shrouded him partially, but not enough that she didn’t see him grip his cock and start to stroke it. There was something deliciously sexy about him still wearing his suit while he stroked himself and watched her.
“Go on, boy, fuck our pretty little sub. Dominate her to your liking.” If she wasn’t staring right at him, watching him pleasure himself, his voice would have made her believe he was unaffected.
Stellan’s hand found her hair again, wrapped it in a tight fist, and pulled her head back. “On all fours, querida.” Gone was the soft spoken, darkly handsome man that she had grown weak for. In his place was a Dom, one she dreamed of having between her thighs. “You’ll look at Sir while I fuck this pussy.” Two fingers speared into her, and her mouth opened in pleasurable shock. The shadows cast a slash across the lower half of Dietrich’s face, hiding him from her view. His eyes were visible, and they pierced her, even through the darkness. Stellan pumped those digits in and out, bringing her closer to completion, but right as she’d explode around him he pulled free from her body. Sucking in a deep breath she forced her eyes to stay open, as if Dietrich himself willed her so. Stellan fucked her with his fingers again and again until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t see straight.
“Please, Stellan.” As soon as his name left her lips she knew she had broken the rules. It had just been a slip of the tongue during her pleasure, but the air stilled, and Stellan tensed behind her.
“What did you call me, girl?” Stellan tightened his hand in her hair, and she gasped as pain sliced through her.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It just came out.” The pain in his touch started to slowly morph into pleasure, and she hummed in her desire. She smelled her musky scent before she saw his fingers.
He ran the pads over her lips and growled out, “Open for me, querida.” Blythe did so immediately, and he plunged his fingers into her mouth. “Suck your cream off.” His words were clipped and short, but the hard length pressed against her ass told her his arousal was strong. She sucked on them, twirled her tongue around until all of her juices were cleaned from his flesh. She had never thought tasting herself could be arousing, but her flavor mixed with Stellan’s, and she wanted more from him. He pulled his fingers free and ran them over her mouth before gripping her hips.
“You’ve been bad, querida.” He coasted his hands down her ass and gave the mounds a hard squeeze. “A very bad girl.” Slap! Her eyes widened when he spanked her. The pain was sharp and faded just as quickly. For a moment all Blythe could do was stare at Dietrich in shock. No one had ever spanked her. It thrilled and aroused her.
“I think she deserves five lashes for her wandering tongue.” Dietrich’s words had her biting her lower lip. She tasted Stellan and herself. Blood rushed to her nipples, and her breasts grew fuller as the air shifted in the room. No one spoke, and it was as if they waited for her to use her safe word. Blythe took a deep breath and dropped her head. The heavy curtain of her hair fell on each side of her face. That must have been the confirmation they needed because a second later Stellan moved away from her. The chilled air in the room rushed over her naked, overheated body, and she shivered. The heat from his body was once again behind her, and she was surprised by how comforting it was. That comfort was short-lived when the feel of a smooth paddle pressed against her right ass cheek.