“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.