“We aren’t interrupting anything, are we?” Stellan asked with a bit of a bite in his words.

  “You know what, I was just heading out. I’ll call you later, Blythe.” Austin slipped past her and two very angry looking men and left her alone. That bastard. Should she let them in? Honestly what could they possibly have to say to her? She no longer worked for Dietrich, so their appearance at her doorstep confused her. Stepping aside as they made their way inside Blythe was very aware of their presence. Not only did their large bodies make her apartment seem far too small for her comfort, their auras screamed dangerous territory. After shutting the door and leaning against it, she waited to find out what they wanted. Seeing them wasn’t good for her mind or her heart.

  “You look well, querida.” Stellan’s voice was smooth like melted chocolate and had a shiver working through her. It had been longer since she had seen him, not much, but it felt like ages now that he stood in her living room.

  “Thank you. You look good, too.” She took in the grey pinstripe suit he wore. The white shirt and ice blue tie set off the whole incredibly sexy look he had going on. Turning her attention to Dietrich she took note of his attire as well. There was just something incredibly sexy about a man in business wear. Dietrich’s suit was black with a crisp white shirt underneath and a blood red tie. She licked her lips and saw Dietrich’s eyes dip down to watch the act. Her heart slammed hard in her chest as she waited anxiously. “I’m a bit confused as to why you’re here.” Her hands were behind her back, and she twisted her fingers together. Sweat pooled between her breasts. Damn, she hadn’t been this nervous since high school.

  “Who was that man?” Dietrich looked angry. Very angry. When she didn’t answer right away he took a step forward. “Is he your lover, pet?” Blythe blinked rapidly. It took her a moment to let his words sink in. Austin? As her lover? The thought almost had her laughing out loud if not for the twin fierce expressions on their faces.

  “No. That is my friend, Austin.” Neither said anything, so she continued. “My very gay friend.” For a solid minute they still watched her, but the tension started to slowly leave them. The sound of the clock ticking away in the background was the only thing she could hear as they stayed silent.

  “That’s real good, querida,” Stellan said, but his expression was still clouded.

  “You ran, pet.”

  All it took was Dietrich and Stellan to say those endearments, and she was melted butter. She whispered, “What?”

  Dietrich repeated himself. “You. Ran.”

  “I didn’t run.”

  He took a step forward, his eyes dark, his voice low.

  “You did. I listened to Stellan and gave you a week to come back to us. You didn’t, so here we are.” He was so close to her that his cologne filled her nose. The door was hard and cold behind her as she pressed impossibly close to it. He placed both hands on the door by her head and leaned in. Blythe closed her eyes briefly and let the heat that came off him surround her. She was aware of Stellan close, of his breathing changing rapidly as he watched. Was he turned on seeing what transpired? She certainly was.

  “You didn’t want me.” She opened her eyes in time to see a confused look cross Dietrich’s face right before he schooled his features.

  “Not want you? Where the fuck would you get an idea like that?” He hadn’t moved from his close proximity, and she breathed in and out deeply. She didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to be intimidated by him when she had heard exactly what he thought of her. Pulling the strength from deep inside of her she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. He moved, but she knew it was only because he allowed it.

  “Querida, what are you talking about?” Stellan took a step forward but didn’t touch her. This scenario was not what she planned, but they were here so she might as well tell them. Then everything could be put to rest and she could move on with her life.

  “I heard you two talking the day before we left.” At their puzzled looks she continued. “I heard what you said about me.” Dietrich’s brows dipped low. He looked at Stellan, who held a similar look. When he brought his gaze back to hers realization dawned on his face. “You don’t have to worry about me making a scandal within the company.” Her hands shook, so she clasped them together. “And you don’t have to worry about my feelings for the two of you. I won’t come between you.” The sound of her heart beating was deafening, and she wondered if they could hear it.

  “You heard us when we were on the villa, pet?” Why did he continue to use the endearment?

  “Yes. I know you have no feelings for me, and I’m okay with that.” You damn liar. Dietrich looked at Stellan again, then in the blink of an eye grabbed the side of her face, tilted her head back so she was forced to look at him, and slanted his mouth down on hers. For a moment all she could do was stare at him with wide eyes, but when he started working his mouth on hers, then slipped his tongue along her bottom lip she let herself accept his touch. He used his body to press hers further against the door. The kiss was deep and possessive, and before she lost her mind in it she broke the kiss and gasped for air.

  “What are you doing?” Lips tingling and pulse racing, she stared up at him.

  “I’m taking what’s mine, pet.” He kissed her again, dipping his tongue as far into her mouth as he could and staking his claim. Tightening his hold on her body he turned her around until she felt Stellan’s hard chest press against her back.

  Stellan breathed hard against her neck and thrust his hips forward so she could feel his erection. “You heard, querida. We weren’t talking about you, but Angelina Santina of Santina Hotels.” His lips coated along the side of her neck. All the while Dietrich continued to kiss her passionately, not giving her a chance to break away and take a deep breath.

  She had heard wrong? Thinking back to that day she realized she hadn’t actually heard them say her name. Had she jumped to conclusions? Dietrich pulled away and ran his tongue along first her upper lip then her lower one. “I feel like a fool for what I thought I heard, then my reaction to it.” Their looks were tender and understanding. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions when I should have just spoken to you two about everything.”

  “Blythe, it’s okay. We’re here now, and the truth is out. We can all move on.” Leave it to Stellan to be gentle and understanding and make everything seem like it would be okay.

  “You think too much, pet. It takes away from the moment.” Dietrich smiled down at her, and her heart skipped a beat. He didn’t say anything else on the subject, but that was okay with her. All she wanted was to enjoy this moment. Stellan continued to kiss and nip at her flesh, and she had to force herself to keep her mind clear and her knees from buckling. “On the contrary to what you thought, Stellan and I wanted to talk to you about our relationship.”

  “Relationship?”

  He brushed his thumb along her cheek and searched her face with his eyes. “Yeah, pet, our relationship. You are everything we want, what we have been looking for. We want you with us.”

  “I—What?” She took a step to the side and gripped the edge of the couch. Looking between both of them told her absolutely nothing, because dammit they held their emotions in check.

  “Querida, when something this right happens between individuals you don’t question it.” He pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed the top of her head. “If you’ll have us as your Doms, we want you as our sub.”

  Blythe let his words sink in. They wanted her.

  “This is happening so fast.”

  Stellan moved close to her again and cupped her cheeks with his big palms. “Some of the best things in life happen quickly.”

  “Yeah? Name one.” She smiled up at him then turned and looked at Dietrich. He had taken the few steps forward so he stood beside Stellan.

  “You, pet. You are one of the best things in life that happens too quickly.” And there went her heart. She was totally lost for these men, and apparently they were lost on her, baggage and all.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  “You’ve been a very bad girl, pet.” Dietrich watched the steady rise and fall of Blythe’s chest. Her head was downcast, and her hair covered her face. Damn but he loved it when she left her hair down. It made it easier to pull on it.

  “Sub, what do you think Pet’s punishment should be?’ He leaned back in his chair and cut his eyes to Stellan who sat on the leather couch. Stellan had flown in from Portugal last night, and the three of them had been spending some much needed time together. It seemed as though Blythe forgot her place with them. Or maybe she enjoyed the pain? Either way, her bratty attitude and smart mouth earned her a red ass and sore pussy. Of course she never complained, and asked for more.

  “I think I’d like to see her lush little body pressed against the window.” They were twenty-five stories up, so the chance of anyone seeing much was pretty slim. Unless they had their binoculars pointed at his office windows Blythe was pretty safe from prying eyes. She might not realize that though.

  “That sounds like a nice punishment. Pet, look at me.” She lifted her head, and her light green eyes always did something to his chest. “Strip the rest of the clothing for your Master and Sir.” After a year together they had found a comfortable groove in their relationship. The trust had been built among them, which had been the foundation that needed created before they could fully dive into their triad. Anyone could have sex, but it took a deep commitment with trust and love to create a relationship, especially one that involved the pleasure they enjoyed.

  When she was naked in front of them he took a moment to look at her body. She was all delicious curves and roundness that he loved to grab onto when he fucked her. Her breasts were more than a handful, spilling out of his palms in mouthwatering fullness. Her issues with her body were not one-hundred percent resolved, but he and Stellan made sure to tell her everyday how beautiful she was. There was nothing they would change. Well, perhaps how she felt about her body image. They were still working on that.

  “Querida, get on your hands and knees and crawl to the window.” Her breathing visibly changed as she did what she was told.

  “You should know how to address us by now, pet.” Her ass swayed, and he could still see the lines from his cane he used on her just moments before.

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Sir.” When she was at the window she stayed in position. Neither he nor Stellan rose. He knew she got off on their punishments. Her not addressing them properly wasn’t a slip of the tongue, not after a year of them being and playing together. Her pussy was in clear view, and the smooth pink lips already glistened from her arousal.

  “You’ll stand and press yourself to the glass, pet. Everyone will be able to see that pretty body of yours.”

  “Yes, Master.” She rose and leaned against the glass. A little gasp left her, and he knew it was because of the coldness.

  “You are not to move until we say so, querida.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’ll feel the humiliation of knowing anyone who looks out that window will see your tits and cunt. They will be able to see the marks of your Doms.” Dietrich’s cock was unbearably hard, and a glance at Stellan showed his hard shaft pressed against his slacks. They wouldn’t make her suffer too long, just enough that she’d be begging for release before the lunch hour was over with.

  Ten months into their relationship she had moved in with him. Stellan tried to visit every weekend, and at times stayed for an entire week. Of course there had been gossip within the media, but it wasn’t anything Dietrich couldn’t handle. It did come with the territory. Although she couldn’t dance any longer Dietrich had made it possible for her to help teach underprivileged children. On the few times he had gone to the studio and watched her with the kids he had felt something deep inside of his chest shift. The happiness on her face, and the way she interacted with everyone, made him realize that there would never be another female for him in his life. She was it. Their relationship might not be conventional in many individuals’ eyes, but it worked for them. They were happy, healthy, and in love. He and Stellan rose at the same time. It was lunch time, and they could get a lot done within that hour. He grinned at his sub and lover, feeling grateful that he had found a rare thing with Stellan and Blythe. He had no intention of leaving, not when their lives were just getting started.

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