He tried not to look over at her because the damn dress had ridden up her long legs to reveal her creamy thighs. She wasn’t paying any attention to him, though. Her face was buried in the iPad as she scanned through his schedule. She knew it already, which was clear when she finished going over it all in exact detail with him on the plane. He had spoken to Stellan right before they left and had heard the thick anticipation in his sub’s voice at the prospect of meeting Blythe.

  “You know it, Miss Winters.”

  She looked up from the tablet and smiled. “I just want to make sure I have everything handled. I would hate to be the one to screw up your meetings.”

  Not likely. He didn’t bother reiterating the fact things would move smoothly. It was clear she was worried, and he honestly didn’t know how to ease that for her. Dietrich wasn’t a man that liked feeling off kilter. He was always in control, and always knew which way the situation would flow. Deals were lost and people got hurt if he didn’t have his shit together. But then there was this curvy little woman beside him, her submissive side calling to him on a level that had his head spinning, and he felt lost. He tightened his hands on the steering wheel and gritted his teeth. No, he didn’t care for this feeling at all.

  He pulled up to the entrance of Blanco, the exquisite little Portuguese restaurant with the poetically titled entrees. He led Blythe inside, and they were immediately seated in the far back. It was a table that was always on hold for him, one that gave privacy and a warm, intimate atmosphere. His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out to see a text from Stellan informing him he would be there momentarily. The waiter arrived, and after he ordered a Shiraz and their glasses were filled after his approval, silence descended.

  “So, how do you like Portugal so far?” He brought his glass to his mouth and took a sip while he watched her.

  “It’s so beautiful. I’ve never been anywhere like it, and your home.” She placed a hand on her chest and breathed out. “It’s stunning. I still can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have gotten this job.” She quickly picked up her wine glass and took a long drink. Dietrich couldn’t help but smile at her clear nervousness.

  “Blythe, please relax. We are going to be working very closely together for several weeks. Your unease is unnecessary.” Well, to an extent. If she only knew the things he and Stellan wanted to do to her she would probably run in the other direction. Of course, she could run, but he wasn’t going to let her get very far.

  ****

  Blythe shouldn’t have gulped down the wine so quickly, especially when she started choking and it spilled down her chin. If she could have wished for one thing at that moment it would have been for the ground to open up and swallow her. Fortunately, Dietrich hadn’t seen her sputter. His focus was on the man walking toward them. Although, calling the exquisite piece of male specimen that came right at them just a man was almost an insult. His dark hair was stylishly done, but she could see a slight wave to it. The dark slacks and baby blue button-down shirt he wore brought out the azure color of his eyes. The clothes also didn’t detract from the fact the man was a beast. She knew him right away, of course, not only from the pictures she had seen of him and Dietrich on the internet, but of photos from his days playing as a quarterback for the New York Titans. Dietrich stood, and she followed suit. Stellan Alfonso was over six feet of hard male muscles, his body rivaling Dietrich’s in masculinity.

  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.

  ****

  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.

  “Spread your cheeks, boy.” Stellan reached behind and pulled his ass apart so Dietrich could get an unobstructed view of the tight hole in the center. He palmed his cock and used the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to make his shaft slick. “She is perfect, isn’t she?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  They both wanted her, and the arousal that Dietrich had seen clearly in her face let him know she wanted him, too. They had spoken about her during dinner, and maybe he should have felt wrong for doing so when she clearly didn’t understand, but the things they’d said were dirty and filled with a lot of heat. He didn’t want to frighten her away. They had only known each other such a short time, but that instant connection, one that Stellan felt it as well, cemented the fact she was meant to be with them. The only problem was she was his employee. If he could control himself for the next several weeks then all would be well, but that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep. The Dom in him wanted both of them before him on their knees, giving themselves like proper subs. He had seen the same spark in her eyes that he had in Stellan’s. It was a fire that told him she wanted to be dominated, whether she realized it or not. She was a natural sub; that was obvious. Perhaps she had been like Stellan at first and found her desires abhorrent and unnatural? She certainly wouldn’t be the first person out there trying to live a vanilla life.

  “Hands above your head.”

  Stellan raised his hands, and Dietrich used the rope to secure his wrists together, then tethered the bonds to the hook on the door. The position had Stellan still on his knees, but his body was stretched out in a delicious display of pulled tendons and sinew. Dietrich took a step back and admired the sight for several long moments. The only warning he gave Stellan before he brought his cane along his ass was the air whooshing before he struck. The sound of bamboo striking flesh filled the room. A surge of lust slammed into him when Stellan jerked in his bonds, and a beautiful red line made itself present on the tanned skin of Stellan’s cheeks.

  “Beg for another, boy.” He kept his voice low and stroked the tip of the cane down Stellan’s spine again.

  “Please, Master. May I have another?”

  Dietrich brought the cane down again on the other side of his sub’s ass.

  “You’re such a good boy. You please me immensely, sub.” He struck him again and again, loving that his mark popped out along the back of Stellan’s thighs and ass. Those red lines coupled with the grunts of pleasure and pain that came from his sub had Dietrich harder than steel. An image of Blythe filled his mind, and perspiration dotted along his temple. He reveled in the sound of the bamboo cracking along his sub’s body.

  “Are you hard, boy?” He didn’t stop his ministrations and loved the guttural ecstasy-filled way Stellan gritted out his affirmation. “Turn and show me.” The way Dietrich had Stellan positioned allowed for the man to face him easily enough. When Stellan had his back to the door a mighty throb settled in the base of Dietrich’s erection at the sight of the long, thick shaft that jutted from a trimmed nest of black hair at Stellan’s groin. He ran the cane along his sub’s length and down to the large sac below.

  “Please, Master, please.” Stellan kept his eyes downcast, but his hips jutted forward in need. Dietrich cracked the cane on the side of Stellan’s right thigh.

  “I didn’t give you permission to speak, boy.” Dietrich knew his submissive well enough to know Stellan enjoyed the pain Dietrich inflicted upon him as much as he enjoyed giving it. Their relationship was one of sadism and masochism, a perfect match, yet still missing something elemental. That was where Blythe came into play. He took a step forward and lifted Stellan’s head up with the edge of his cane. “You’ll suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours until my balls touch your chin.”

  “Yes, Master.” Stellan breathed out heavily, his chest rising and falling from his exertion.

  Dietrich looked down at the other man’s dick and watched as a bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip. He flicked his eyes back to his sub’s, saw Stellan staring at Dietrich’s erection, and looked back down at his sub’s shaft. Gravity took that bead of pre-cum down until it dripped to the floor. Taking hold of his cock, Dietrich guided the tip to Stellan’s mouth. He rubbed the spunk-coated crown along his lips and grunted out, “Open.”

  Stellan took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the bulbous tip before pressing it into the slit. Carnal lust filled him as Stellan’s cheeks hollowed out and he engulfed him whole. His lips stretched wide over his girth, and a groan left him.

  “That’s it, boy. Swallow your Master’s cock.” Dietrich gritted his teeth as Stellan took his entire length. The head of his shaft hit the back of his sub’s throat, and he swallowed around the tip. He reached out, gripped Stellan’s hair, and pulled on the strands hard until he grunted in response. His sub’s pain was Dietrich’s pleasure. Using his hold on Stellan’s hair, Dietrich kept his head steady and started fucking his mouth. In and out, slow and steady at first, but with each passing second he increased his speed until he was bumping the back of Stellan’s throat. Beads of sweat ran down his spine, and he groaned. He was close to coming, but he wasn’t going to in his mouth, not when Stellan’s tight ass was ripe for the taking. Pulling away until his dick slid from the warm, wet cavern, Dietrich stared down at his sub with what he knew were heavy-lidded eyes. He breathed in deeply as he tried to control his raging arousal. It had been far too long since he felt the pleasure his sub could deliver, and with being around Blythe and feeling the intense attraction to her, Dietrich was on the verge of combusting.