The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (11 page)

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.

“I’m
going to enjoy watching your ass turn red.” Stellan all but purred the words
out. Her whole body was tense in preparation for his punishment, but all he did
was stroke her lovingly with it.

 
“Look at me.” Blythe lifted her head and
watched as Dietrich moved his hand up and down his shaft. His gaze was
unrelenting. She was so caught up in watching him that her body relaxed and
started to warm from the rhythmic motions. The flat surface of the instrument on
her ass and the back of her thighs caused a soothing pleasure. It wasn’t until
she heard the
whoosh
behind her and
felt the air shift that she knew what was about to happen. The paddle came down
upon her right cheek with such force she teetered forward and let out a cry.
The area of abuse screamed in pain, and tears pricked her eyes. Her skin
instantly became hot, and she closed her eyes, willing her tears to stay put.

“You’ll
keep your eyes on me as he punishes you.” Blythe took a deep breath and did as
he said.

“Count
the lashes off,
querida
,
and ask for more.”

God.
His
words should have turned her off, but they had the exact opposite effect.
“O-One, Sir.”
She licked her lips and stared at Dietrich.
“Can I have another, Sir?” He brought the paddle down again on her ass harder
than the last time. She didn’t bother muting the sounds of pain that came from
her. Stellan rubbed his hand over the heated areas soothingly, and the warmth
in her ass started to slowly spread up her body. And damn Dietrich and his
unwavering stare. It was making this whole situation unnerving.

Blythe
gasped out, “Two, Sir. Can I have another?” Asking for more made this even
worse, but there was no denying the tendrils of forbidden desire that curled
around her insides and the knowledge she submitted to these two men. He
finished off the last three in quick, hard smacks. The tears streamed down her
face, and she tried to hold in her sobs. Her mouth popped open when he shoved
two fingers back into her pussy.

“
Mmmm
, you’re sopping wet, baby. If I didn’t know any better
I’d think you like the pain.” Pumping his digits in and out of her caused her
fingers to curl into the granite flooring, and a moan spilled from her. While Stellan
fucked her pussy with his fingers Dietrich slowly crooked his finger for her to
come forward. Stellan must have seen the action because he gave her a reprieve
from the pleasurable torture by slipping from her body. Going to rise had him
shaking his head firmly.

“You’ll
come to me on your hands and knees.” Crawling to him had her acutely aware that
her breasts swayed and her slick pussy lips rubbed together. She didn’t need to
look behind her to see Stellan was right there, watching her. Face heating at
the knowledge of how she must look, Blythe pressed on. When she was before
Dietrich she stayed on her hands and knees and waited for him to dish out his
next order. Just the thought of his husky deep voice telling her what to do
did
something wicked to every erogenous zone on her body.

“Such a pretty ass,
querida
.”
Stellan placed a hand on each cheek and pulled them apart. Her heart thundered
when he brushed a finger over her anus. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” In the
next instant the tip of his cock was at her pussy. She expected him to thrust
in, but he didn’t. Dietrich leaned forward, and Blythe held her breath. His
face was inches from hers, and they shared the same air. His tongue came out,
and he ran it up first one cheek then the other, licking away the wetness her
tears made. When he pulled away it was only to keep an inch between them.
Stellan’s large hands took hold of her hips, and he plunged into her. The
stretch and burn from his penetration had fresh tears tracking down her cheek.
Dietrich leaned forward and licked those away, too.

In
and out Stellan slammed his dick into her. His fingers dug into her hips, no
doubt leaving bruises. Blythe wasn’t used to sex this rough, but flares of
pleasure burst inside of her each and every time his pelvis connected with her
ass. Stellan was so powerful and intense that she couldn’t stop the tortured moans
that spilled from her. Dietrich cupped the back of her head and pulled her
forward so she had no choice but to open her mouth and take the cock he
offered. She sucked him deep and hard as Stellan fucked her. Bursts of air was
forced through her nose as her pleasure tightened in her gut and threatened to
explode. Going to pull away from the erection in her mouth proved fruitless
when Dietrich tightened his hold on her. Using her hair in his fist as leverage
he bobbed her head up and down for several more strokes before ripping her
mouth from him. She sucked in air and tilted her head back as ecstasy washed
though her.

“I’m
going to come, Sir.” A hand held her chin immobile and forced her head in the
position he wanted. The stern look on Dietrich’s face froze everything inside
of her.

“No,
you will not.” Dietrich’s hard, cold words had heat and ice going through her
simultaneously.

“That’s
it, baby.” Stellan brought his hand down on her ass, and the sound of flesh
meeting flesh filled the room. “
Christ
.”
That lone word spilling from Stellan’s mouth seemed to spur him into a fit of
wild need. He slammed into her, hitting the very center of her, which caused
her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open.

“Master…”

Dietrich
reached down and pulled at her nipple. He tugged the flesh taut then twisted it
between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ask
me to come. Beg me for it.” Dietrich pulled at her other nipple again and again
until tears pooled in her eyes from the agony/ecstasy. He smoothed his hand
down until it circled her throat. He tightened his hold slightly, not enough to
cut off her airway or frighten her, but enough to show her who was in charge.
He exerted his dominance, and she reveled in it. “Beg me for it, pet.” His
mouth was so close that she wanted his lips on hers, challenging her, giving
her everything.

“Please,
may I come, Master?” The words were a strangled gasp from her as Stellan fucked
her relentlessly, and Dietrich tortured her nipples in ecstasy.

“Look
at me.” She stared into his eyes that no longer looked blue, but like onyx in
the shadowy room. “Does my girl want to come?”

She
could have screamed from the unfairness of it all. “Yes, Master.”

“Tell
your Sir what you want. Ask
him
.”
This was like one big fucked-up game, but Blythe loved it. Her arms and legs
shook from the force of holding off her orgasm.

“Sir,
may I come?” The last word hitched as he hit her G-spot, and her eyes rolled in
the back of her head. Stellan took hold of her hair and wrenched her head back.
Dietrich took the opportunity to run his tongue up her throat.
Oh. My.
God.
 

“Tell
me you’re my slut.” With her head turn to the side and Stellan’s face mere
inches from hers she could smell the sex and sweat that surrounded them.

“I’m
you’re slut, Sir.”

He
slapped her ass.
“Fucking come,
querida
.”
That was all she
needed to hear. The orgasm that tore through her had bright lights flashing
through her vision. Tingles moved through her veins, stealing all conscious
thought until she didn’t even realize where she was any longer. As her high
started to descend she became aware of what was happening. Stellan cursed
behind her, filthy, foul language that turned her on even more. Dietrich
whispered what a good girl she was, how responsive and perfect she was for
them. Stellan pumped into her three more time before bottoming out inside of
her and groaning out his orgasm. For several long moments all that could be
heard was their combined breathing. Her knees gave out, and she started to
fall, but strong arms gripped her waist and lifted her easily. The scent of
Stellan invaded her, but then Dietrich’s spicy scent filled her nose. Stellan
held her tightly in his arms for only a second before he set her in Dietrich’s
lap. The gentleness of the way Stellan brushed his hand over the side of her
face and brought his lips to hers further filled her with euphoria.