Dietrich watched her for a moment before saying, “Come here, Blythe.”
He rarely used her first name, she noticed. As she moved the ten or so steps it took to get to him she was surprised she could even stay steady in her heels. He wore that look on his face, the one that told her he wasn’t thinking about work. Over the past few days the expression he wore was one she had become very familiar with. The cardigan she wore was long enough that it covered her hips and belly, but the pencil skirt was a bit tight and had her ass on full display. “What time will you be back?”
She licked her lips and glanced out the window.
“I asked you a question, Miss Winters.”
She knew he’d be at the lunch meeting for several hours and after that his night was free. She also knew he didn’t need her, so what did it matter? “I don’t know, but your evening is free, and I haven’t had the chance to really see the sights. Did you need me to do any work for you?”
“No.” He didn’t blink as he said that one word.
“Then you don’t have an issue with me taking the rest of the day off?”
It took him a little longer to answer. “No.”
“Well, Mr. Moore, then I guess I’ll be back when I get back.” She didn’t miss the way his jaw hardened or how a muscle ticked under his cheek. For several tense seconds they did nothing but watch each other. Blythe felt like she had said something wrong, but she knew she hadn’t.
“I think you’ve forgotten your place, Miss Winters.” The dark blue of his eyes inflamed her as they traveled up and down her body. Could he see how hard her nipples were? He stood, and she took a step back. Even in her heels he towered over her. His hands went to his belt and started to undo it. Throat constricting and eyes widening, Blythe had a sickening, yet exciting, feeling of what he planned on doing.
“Mr. Moore? What are you doing?” The sound of his leather belt being yanked through the loops of his slacks had moisture pooling in her panties. He didn’t answer, just sat back on the couch and stared up at her.
“I’m going to whip your ass for disobeying me.”
“What?” She squeaked, but she grew hotter at the thought.
“You’ll learn quickly enough that when I ask something you will answer. I’m not one to play games. We may not be in the bedroom, and I may not be fucking you every which way, but I am still in charge.”
Good God. The man had a way with words that had her nearly in a puddle on the floor.
“Do you understand me completely, pet?” And there it was, the Dominant who took control and had her knees weak.
“Yes, Master.” She whispered and eyed the belt once more. He patted his knees and leaned back.
“Then bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.” She didn’t move right away, but not wanting to disappoint him further she started to climb on the couch. His hand on her ass stopped her. “Lift your skirt up, pet, and pull your panties down.” Standing back up she gripped the hem of the skirt and shimmied it up her thighs and over her hips. The natural lighting had her feeling extremely uncomfortable, but all thoughts of Dietrich not liking what he saw fled when she saw his erection nearly stabbing through his pants.
“Go on, pet. Take the panties off.” His sight was trained on her crotch, and she swallowed before sliding them down her legs. Could he see how wet the material was? After she stepped out of them, he patted his thighs again, and she placed her knee on the couch and moved over him. He adjusted her so her middle rested over his thighs, ones that seemed as large as tree trunks. The muscle was hard and unyielding beneath her belly. Toes touching the ground, bare ass in the air, and tits hanging beneath her, she felt exposed and tense for what he was going to do.
“Such a pretty, full ass.” He smoothed his hands over the cheeks of her rear, but she continued to stay tense. She just didn’t feel comfortable all of a sudden, not when he could clearly see in broad daylight how large her backside really was, not to mention her wide hips. His fingers speared between her legs and rubbed her moisture around, but he removed them as soon as he touched her, and she breathed out in frustration. A slight shift in his movements told her he reached for the belt. There was no sweet talk this time. After touching her for only that second he brought the belt down on her ass. A squeal left her, and pain cut through her flesh. “You only get five this time, but if you don’t obey me in the future I’ll make it more, and I’ll use the cane.”
The cane? Fear and … anticipation speared her. He brought the belt down again, this time on the back of her legs. After each strike he caressed her, easing the discomfort away slightly, but always reminding her she must always obey. Once he delivered the last one, tears streaked down her cheeks and onto the granite floor.
“My pretty girl.” He had her up and sitting in his lap seconds later. He shifted beneath her, and the sound of a zipper being brought down and a wrapper being opened surrounded her. She didn’t have a moment to understand what his intentions were before he had his dick buried in her pussy. A low, deep groan left him, and she exhaled roughly. He gripped her hips and started lifting her up and down on his cock. She was so wet for him, and feeling his thickness stretch every inch of her was exhilarating. Her ass still burned from his punishment, but the pleasure he gave her morphed everything into one incredible sensation. Up and down, faster and harder he worked her on his shaft like she was his instrument of pleasure, and it had Blythe cresting over. Fortunately, he groaned out for her to come right along with him. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and wave after wave of exquisite torture filled her. When it was all said and done and his erection started to soften within her, he held her tightly. Dietrich smoothed his hands down her hair, and whispered she was such a good submissive. The steady beat of his heart helped to lessen the pain, but she asked herself one very important question: Was this really what she wanted?
Chapter Ten
Dietrich watched silently as Blythe adjusted her clothing and walked away. She dashed upstairs, and he wondered if he pushed her too hard. Sometimes his dominant side came out too forcefully. Stellan had told him as much, but it was in his nature and something he couldn’t change. Blythe was clearly new to this lifestyle, and he had watched the fear, unease, and pleasure flash across her face on every occasion. There was no doubt she was a submissive, but a sick feeling inside of him said he was moving too fast. Hadn’t his intentions been to go easy with her, and introduce her into their lives? Just weeks after meeting her she had been fucked by him and Stellan in the playroom. Blythe was a receptive little submissive, and one whom he wanted permanently in their lives, but did she want that? It wasn’t something he wanted to think too hard on, not when the thought of losing her was too difficult to understand. He might have grown attached to her very quickly, but he knew what he wanted, knew what Stellan wanted without his sub telling him so, and what they desired was Blythe.
After thirty minutes and she still hadn’t come down, he stood to go to her. They needed to talk, needed to clear the air so she knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. They only had a short time left in Portugal, and both Stellan and he needed to tell Blythe what they wanted from her. The sound of a car pulling up had him walking to the windows. He could see Miranda’s BMW pulling up to the front of the house and seconds later heard Blythe coming down the stairs. Before she left she stood in front of him but didn’t meet his eyes.
“Blythe.” Had he already fucked this up? He shouldn’t have used his belt on her, even though he knew she enjoyed it, had felt how wet she was afterwards.
“I have my phone if you need me for anything, Mr. Moore.” He should have stopped her, but he didn’t because for the first time in his life he didn’t know how to proceed.
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Dietrich walked into the Four Seasons Hotel Ritz in Lisbon. It seemed the only place Angelina Santina ever wanted to meet when he was in the country and needed to discuss a business proposition. Her father, Ricardo Santina, owned a multi-million dollar hotel franchise, and Angelina was the new VP. She ran the business with an iron fist, the same as her father, but her priorities were fucked up. It didn’t matter that this lunch meeting was about discussing a merger between the companies that would benefit both corporations globally. Any time he was in Lisbon she was always searching for a little backroom romp. He may have grown weak where Blythe was concerned, and bent the rules for his pet, but that was Blythe. Angelina was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He wouldn’t put it past her to cut his balls off while they fucked and wear them around as earrings.
He spotted her instantly. The red dress she wore was like a stop sign and short enough to cause car accidents. He was used to it. She rose from her seat and showed him a wide, shit-eating grin.
“Amor.” She instantly clasped his biceps and pulled him close to her. Two air kisses later and an all but grope in front of the restaurant manager, and they were seated. “It has been too long.” Her accent was thick, but her perfume was thicker. The red lipstick she wore matched the dress, but it was the neon whiteness of her teeth that made the whole look seem trashy instead of classy.