The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub(4)

“Oh, um, yes. The drive was quite fine. It was only about a twenty-five minute ride.” She offered a smile, but it fell when his face showed no expression.

“I’m glad it went well. I apologize to keep you waiting, but I had a last minute conference call that I needed to take.”

“It’s fine, really.” She shifted in her seat when he shrugged off his jacket and started undoing his cufflinks, then the first few buttons at his throat. Her gaze was transfixed at the sight of his tanned, muscular throat. It should be illegal for a man’s neck to look that good. He pushed his sleeves up to show his thick, equally tanned forearms. Neck and forearms should not be so sexy, but damn did Dietrich Moore make them look incredibly sexy.

Walter and Sandra brought their drinks and took their order for dinner. Moments later the jet was taxiing then lifted in the air. Blythe held onto the armrests as a bout of turbulence shook the plane. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she peeled them open after the jet evened out. Dietrich’s steely gaze was trained on hers. He didn’t say anything as he brought his crystal cut glass to his lips and took a deep drink. Only after he set his cup back down did he speak.

“Do flights bother you, Miss Winters?”

She smoothed her hands down her skirt and took a deep breath, debating whether to tell him the truth. In the end she didn’t see a point in lying about her fear of flying. “I’ve only been on one other flight, but it was a rough one. Turbulence isn’t really my thing.” The corner of his mouth quirked up, and she relaxed just a bit. She had a long flight ahead of her, and she needed to sit back and relax. The way she acted was her own doing. He was just a man, after all. A very big, scary, and dominating man, but a man nonetheless. Dinner was served, and they ate in relative silence.

“More water, Miss Winters?” Walter bent at the waist and smiled down at her.

“Sure, thank you.”

“Mr. Moore, another scotch, or would you like something else?” She looked at Dietrich and saw his gaze fixated on hers once again. She started to feel a bit unnerved because whenever she glanced at him his attention was on her. It seemed like forever before he tore his eyes from her.

“Another scotch, Walter, and please bring a glass of champagne for Miss Winters.” Walter nodded and left them alone.

“Water is fine.”

Sandra walked by and set a plush blanket and pillow on the seats beside them, and they were once again left alone.

“I’m aware of that, but it’s clear your nerves are a bit tight, and it might help.”

Walter returned with their drinks and asked if there was anything else they needed before he disappeared into the galley. A look at her watch showed they were already several hours into their flight. The sun still shone in the horizon but would be sinking soon as night approached.

“I’d like to go over your itinerary to make sure I have everything cemented and there is no room for mistake. If that is okay, Sir?” After a moment he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“First, I have something for you.” He reached into his briefcase by his feet and pulled out a thick envelope. He reached in and took out an iPhone, iPad, and black AMEX. She must have taken longer than he liked because he said, “Go on.”

She reached out and took the items.

“The phone is imperative. I must be able to have direct contact with you at all times.” Blythe knew from the file that she would be staying at a private beachfront villa that Dietrich owned. Pictures had littered the internet, and she had instantly fallen in love. “The iPad has an app that has my schedule on it. Everything you need to know about what I’m doing and when I’m doing it is all on there.”

“And the card?” She held up the card and caught his eyes.

“You will be by my side constantly. I need you to dress the part. Once we get to Lisbon and are settled in I’ll have someone take you shopping. I’ve already sent you a text on what you’ll need to buy.”

Blythe looked down at her clothing and felt heat rise to her face. No doubt she was red. “I’ve packed clothing, Sir, enough for the whole month.” He let his eyes travel up and down her body, and she suddenly felt completely naked in front of him.

“We will be attending several conferences, meetings, and parties. I need you to dress the part. Understood?” The way he spoke brooked no argument. She had never met a man so frustratingly controlling, but there was something inside of her that melted to his deep voice. It was her own sick desires that made her feel that way. Only one person knew her dark desires, and that person was most likely curled up with a ridiculously hot guy back at his apartment.

Blythe had confessed everything to Austin one drunk-filled night. Admitting that she fantasized about submitting to a man and giving up her power to someone who would control the situation brought out a deep-seated lust inside of her. There had been too many times she lay in her bed, her eyes closed as she imagined her flesh stinging as strips of leather whipped across it. The thought of pain filling her was washed away with pleasure. The one serious relationship she had ended in disaster. Asking Mark to bend her over his lap and spank her with his belt had resulted in him calling her every name in the book, and storming from her apartment. That had been over a year ago, and she hadn’t dated since.

Bringing herself out of her past, she offered Mr. Moore a smile and said, “I understand completely, Sir. Following orders won’t be a problem.”

“Good, Miss Winters. That is exactly what I like to hear.” He relaxed further in his seat and took a sip of his scotch as he watched her. “Go on, Miss Winters. Brief me.” He smiled for the first time since she had met him. It was all straight white teeth, but it wasn’t warm and kind. Instead it reminded her of a lion about to slaughter the lamb.

She reached for the printout she made earlier of his schedule. The tablet would come in handy, and she was thankful he had thought of it. It would certainly make being organized possible. Blythe glanced up a little sheepishly at Dietrich. Flipping open the notebook she cleared her throat and continued. “You don’t have a meeting until noon the day after tomorrow. That will give you enough time to rest beforehand. The meeting should last until two, and then you’re free until dinner with the Santos account at six p.m.” She continued with the rest of the week.

“Very good, Miss Winters.” His smile stayed in place, and the satisfied look on his face pleased her. Pleasure coursed through her at his praise, and the fact of the matter was she liked making him happy.

She brought the flute of champagne to her lips and took a sip of the cool, sweet liquid. Walter came by and set another long-stemmed glass in front of her and a short square-cut one in front of Mr. Moore.

“If you don’t require any further assistance, I’ll leave you to rest.” Walter bowed to both of them, disappeared into the galley, and closed the door behind him. The pressure in the cabin had her ears plugged, and she stopped trying to pop them an hour ago.

“Tell me a bit about yourself, Miss Winters.” His voice was soft and deep, and she felt herself wanting to tell him about herself. She wasn’t quite sure she liked that feeling.





Chapter Three



“I’m not sure what you’d like to know about me, Sir.”

Dietrich shifted in his seat again at the way she said Sir. The images that lone word conjured up had him praying she didn’t see how hard his cock was. Every time she glanced out the window he quickly adjusted himself, not just for comfort but because his fucking cock was ready to burst through his slacks.

“I’d like to know whatever you’re willing to share with me, Miss Winters.” If he was going to have her submitting to him and Stellan he wanted to know everything about her. And if she didn’t want to divulge information, well then he might have to whip it out of her. That thought had him nearly groaning from desire.

“Well, I’m twenty-three. I was born and raised in Ohio, but moved to New York about three years ago. I studied liberal arts at NYU, but life got in the way, and I didn’t end up graduating. I had to make a few adjustments. I ended up getting work through the temp agency and have been doing it ever since.” Dietrich hadn’t missed the way she avoided eye contact and shifted when she brought up having to change paths regarding her studies. He didn’t want to press her if she was uncomfortable, but he wanted to know everything there was to know about Blythe Winters, especially if he planned on bringing her into a relationship with Stellan.

“What area were you studying?” The sun was starting to set, and Walter turned on the cabin lights. He kept them low, but it was enough that it allowed Dietrich to see the subtle emotions that played across Blythe’s face. She crossed her legs, and his eyes followed the curve of her calf to her thigh. The skirt she wore crept almost indecently up her thigh, and he knew if she realized how much skin he could see she most likely would have been appalled. Before she realized where his gaze was he looked back at her face. She was staring out the window with an almost faraway expression on her face.

“Ballet.” She looked at him and smiled sadly. “I used to be a ballerina.” She chuckled, but it was humorless. “Sounds kind of ridiculous when I say it out loud, like I’m a little girl with a dream of what I want to be when I grow up.” He didn’t know what to say, not when the pain was clear in her voice. She cleared her throat, and the smile she gave him was forced, but he didn’t delve deeper. If he wanted her trust, wanted her to relinquish herself to him, mind, body, and soul, he needed to tread carefully. It was clear this was a very sensitive subject for her.