The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub(7)

When the two men were a foot apart it seemed like everything else faded away at the next course of events. Dietrich gripped the back of Stellan’s neck in a possessive manner and brought the other man’s face close enough that the two had to be breathing in the same air. Mouth gone dry and heart rate kicking into overdrive were the immediate reactions Blythe had when Dietrich claimed Stellan’s mouth in a hot, deep kiss. Blood rushed through her veins, and her pulse beat frantically in her ears. Their kiss seemed to last an eternity, and when they finally pulled away the noise in the room returned to her. She quickly glanced around, but no one paid them any heed.

“You must be the lovely Blythe Winters.” Stellan stepped forward and took her hand in his. She was frozen to the spot, still reeling from what she just saw. It wasn’t like she had never seen two men kiss. Hell, Austin was always making out with his current conquest whenever she showed up at his place. What surprised her and had her rooted to the spot was the two incredibly masculine men, one being her boss, and the other clearly his lover, embracing each other without a care what anyone else thought. Even Austin seemed hesitant to show his sexuality outside of the safety of his home. When one of Stellan’s dark eyebrows rose she realized she hadn’t answered his question.

Licking her lips had Stellan dipping his eyes down to watch the act. “I am.” Those two words seemed so intimate and breathy as they came from her. Maybe it was just that her entire body was on fire with arousal as she watched these two beautiful men touch each other? She felt her hard nipples poke through the material of her dress, and the fabric of her panties was saturated. She had never gotten aroused by watching Austin with another man, but her reaction to Dietrich and Stellan was instantaneous.

He lifted his light blue eyes to her, and without breaking eye contact he spoke to Dietrich in smooth Portuguese. His father had been from Portugal and had run a multi-million dollar corporation. Since his passing, Stellan had taken over. His mother, a former actress from Sweden, was alive and living in California. It was a bit frightening how much information could be found on the internet. She didn’t know what the two were saying, but the word “querida” kept falling from Stellan’s lush, pouty lips. She knew a few words, and knew it to mean darling. Were they talking about her, or was Stellan calling Dietrich the endearment? It seemed a bit conceited to think a man she just met would call her something so intimate, but the way he watched her made her feel naked before him—and that their conversation was all about her.

“Let’s eat, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice was smooth and deep and without a hint of an accent. He held her chair out for her then took his seat beside Dietrich. This put the two men directly in front of her and placed her under their penetrating gazes. The waiter filled Stellan’s glass after his approval and refilled hers and Dietrich’s.

“Mr. Moore tells me you’ll be assisting him for the next four weeks?”

Mr. Moore? After the tongue duel the two men just participated in it seemed odd for Stellan to refer to Dietrich in such a manner.

“Yes.” She didn’t know what else to say. It was clear they weren’t affected by what they had done in front of her, so she forced herself to relax. If they were fine with it, so was she. It was just two men kissing, two extremely attractive, well toned men at any rate. This was going to be a very long four weeks if these two men were what she had to look at.

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Dietrich parked the car in front of the villa and cut the engine. After an evening of drinking wine and eating incredible food, they had left. She wasn’t surprised to realize Stellan would be coming back to the villa as well, not after the two men had been close and touching each other the entire the time. Whether it was Stellan running his finger down Dietrich’s exposed forearm, or Dietrich gripping Stellan’s neck in that same proprietary manner he had done before he leaned in to say something low in his ear, they always touched. Even now they did it, more than twenty minutes after they left the restaurant, and Blythe was still horny as all get out. She just wanted to take a hot bath and possibly ease the ache between her thighs as she thought of completely inappropriate things regarding her boss and his lover.

“Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful.” Blythe grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car. She hurried up the steps and into the house. She didn’t think she’d be able to handle another make-out session, not when her clit felt like it would explode from her lust as it was. Once in her room she ran a bath and stripped from her clothing. Maybe it had been rude to just run out of Mr. Moore’s car like that, but what more did they really have to say? Besides, it was clear the two men wanted a little alone time, and who was she to cock block?

Blythe grabbed her suitcase and flung it on the bed. Now was as good a time as any to get her clothes put away, at least until her bath was done. In her haste she hadn’t bothered turning on the bedroom light, and the only illumination came from the bathroom. The sound of splashing water drew her away from her bags and over to the window. The room was dark enough that she wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her in her bra and panties, but even if she had been worried that would have been shoved aside at the sight below. From her vantage point she could see the edge of the pool, and the sight below was tantalizing. Stellan wore nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. Although she couldn’t hear what they said she did hear their deep laughter. Obviously Dietrich had been the one to dive into the pool since Stellan spoke in the direction of the water and to a part of the pool she couldn’t see.

Please drop the towel. She should have been ashamed by her thoughts. This was her first day on the job, and here she was being a voyeur and about to watch something that was completely private. Yet she didn’t move. She saw Dietrich then, climb from the pool in nothing but his hard, ripped flesh.

“Dear God.” She looked behind her, expecting to someone to be watching her, but only darkness greeted her. When she turned back around it was to see Stellan on his knees before Dietrich. With his muscular back to her, all she could see was his hard ass and the outline of Stellan’s side. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he was doing. Moisture slipped from her pussy and down her inner thighs as Dietrich’s bicep bulged. His hand was obviously on the back of his lover’s head, and the up and down motion he was doing left little to the imagination. Yeah, she needed that bath like yesterday. She turned before she was caught and closed the bathroom door behind her. Leaning against the door Blythe inhaled deeply. She had poured a generous amount of rose scented bubble bath into the water when she first started it, and the room now smelled like a garden. She slipped into the tub, grabbed a washcloth that hung from the small hook beside her, and covered her eyes with it. What she needed was a good night’s sleep to get rid of her desires. Oh, who was she kidding? She was going to be miserable with hard nipples and wet panties for the next month.





Chapter Five



Dietrich led Stellan back into the house from the pool. Once in his bedroom he shut the door behind him. Stellan had taken his dick nice and deep outside, but Dietrich refused to come until he was buried deep in his sub’s ass. “On your knees like a good boy.”

Stellan dropped to the ordered position, bowed his head, and clasped his hands behind his back. Dietrich took his cock in hand and stroked it a few times as he walked in a circle around his sub. It never ceased to amaze him how powerful Stellan was, yet could look so vulnerable when he submitted to him. It had been several weeks since he had found release with his sub last, and the buildup of cum in his balls was a constant ache. Dietrich refused to jerk off, not when the pleasure to be had at the hands of Stellan would be sweeter than ambrosia.

Moving to his armoire he pulled the door open and ran his hands along his instruments of please and pain. “Did you touch yourself while I was away, boy?” Dietrich said without looking at his sub.

“No, Master.” Those two words had never sounded sweeter than coming from the lips of the man he loved and the one he dominated.

He grabbed the cane and a strip of rope and closed the armoire door. “Take your place by the door.” Stellan went to stand, but Dietrich placed the handle of the cane on his shoulder, stopping him. “Do it on your hands and knees. I want to see your ass and balls.” Stellan went down on all fours and moved to the bathroom door that also held a hook in which he could be restrained. Dietrich let his eyes travel over the muscular mounds of his sub’s ass and to the heavy weight that swung with each move Stellan made. The shadowed valley between Stellan’s muscular ass was a tempting sight, and one that had pre-cum leaking from the slit of Dietrich’s dick. Once at the door Stellan waited for orders. Dietrich ran his hand down his spine and felt his dick grow even harder at the play of muscles beneath Stellan’s olive-toned skin.

“Tell me again what you think of Blythe.” Dietrich bent onto his haunches and let the tip of his cane run along his sub’s back. Stellan’s breath hitched, but his words were spoken clearly.

“She is perfect, Master.” When he ran the cane down the crease of his ass Dietrich’s cock gave a mighty jerk.