“Tell us you want this to continue, pet.” She opened her eyes, and he was startled yet again by the light green coloring. Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth was slightly parted as she panted. Stellan continued to curve his hands around her breasts. He didn’t think Blythe realized that her hands gripped his biceps with astounding force, as if she feared she would float away if she didn’t hang on.

  “I want this to continue.” She took a deep breath. “With both of you.”

  And that was all either of them had to hear. Dietrich leaned in the rest of the way and kissed her fast and hard. It had been something he had wanted to do since he first saw her in his office all those weeks ago. She opened for him, submitting even the smallest part of her body. He swallowed her moan and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted sweet, and he wanted more. The sound of Stellan’s deep breathing told him his sub was spiraling just as out of control as he was. He cupped the other side of her face and tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss. What he wanted was to feel her body pressed against his, and that was something he couldn’t accomplish with the bar separating them. Pulling free from her mouth he kept only an inch between them as he stared down at her lips. They were swollen and red, glossy and inviting. Dragging his tongue over his lower lip he swore he could taste Stellan on her, and the thought drove him wild with need. Casting a glance at Stellan proved that his sub was thinking the same thing. They needed to take this to the playroom.

  Stellan stepped away from her, and a little sound of disappointment left her. Dietrich had to smile at that. He dipped down to kiss her once more then moved away. Stellan led the way to the playroom on the lowest level of the villa. When Blythe teetered slightly he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her flush with the side of his body. She fit perfectly against him. She had curves in all the right places, but compared to him and Stellan she was a tiny little thing. Her head rested on his shoulder, but he reminded himself she wore killer heels. An image formed in his mind, one of her nude aside from those stilettos. His cock stiffened impossibly further, and he quickened his step. He planned on prolonging their evening, so he needed to get his head clear.

  When Stellan pushed open the door to the playroom and Blythe got a look at what was inside she tensed against his body. Dietrich leaned down and said against her ear, “With pain comes pleasure.” She looked up at him, and her fear slowly morphed into arousal. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing came out shaky. “There is no need to be afraid. You have to trust us to take care of you. Do you, pet, trust us to take care of you?”

  She might not realize how much she wanted this, wanted their domination, but her need was written clearly on her face, and he wanted to hear her say it.

  Her tongue ran along her lips, and his pants became even tighter. Stellan kept a strong, silent presence beside her. He gave her the time she needed to fully come to grips with what they wanted and what she truly wanted.

  Blythe inhaled deeply and said, “I trust both of you, and I’m ready.”

  He ran his hand over her silky hair and loved when she leaned into his touch. His strong, brave girl. Dietrich looked over her head at Stellan and saw his sub’s desire reflected like another being in the room. After kissing her on the head he turned her, and they followed Stellan farther into the room. He shut the door behind them, and he took a moment to watch her reaction to her surroundings.

  Their playroom wasn’t anything outlandish, but to someone who was not used to kink Dietrich could see how it would make one uneasy. Stellan flicked on the very dim overhead light. The room was washed in a gentle, easing glow. Dietrich found it more comforting to do without the harsh glare of fluorescents.

  “Can I look around first?” Her voice slightly wavered when she asked. Dietrich offered her a smile and tilted his chin for her to do whatever she wanted. He wanted her, but he wasn’t in a hurry, especially when it concerned her comfort. She started at the far left side of the room and took in the various spanking implements. He held his breath when she lifted her hand to run across the smooth, glossy finish of the paddle. The fact she was open to this lifestyle, that she didn’t let her fear of the unknown consume her, was an incredible turn-on. It wasn’t lost on him when she hesitated on the cane, but then again it could be a frightening tool for anyone at first. She just didn’t know the pleasure that could be wielded with such an instrument.

  The playroom wasn’t overly large, but it was big enough that it held everything he needed to ensure his subs were well taken care of. The king size bed was across from the door, and the black satin sheets looked like spilled ink under the lighting. Blythe ran her fingers over the material and stopped when she saw the restraints attached to each post of the bed. Even from the distance he could hear and see her swallow. Her nipples budded out beneath her dress, and he saw from her expression the way her mind worked over what exactly they did with those bonds. When she looked over her shoulder at them he doubted she realized how sexual her expression appeared: vulnerable, sensual, erotic. Her head was slightly lowered, and she looked up through the veil of her lashes. Lips slightly parted and chest rising and falling from her excited breathing made Blythe Winters, their sub, look like a treasure for the gods.

  Dietrich refused to wait another moment longer. Stellan moved to stand beside him.

  “Come here, sub.”

  Fuck, but he loved when Stellan took control of another. It was a heady feeling inside of him, one that almost rivaled dominating his handsome boy. Her eyes flared slightly, but she obeyed beautifully. When she stood close enough to them that he could smell the scent of vanilla he didn’t stop the rumble that left him.

  “Pet, what is about to happen is always safe, sane, and consensual.” She nodded in understanding. “With that being said, if at any time you feel the need to stop because things get to be too much for you, all you need to say is your safe word.”

  “Okay.” She breathed out the word.

  “What would you like your safe word to be?”

  Blythe glanced down at the ground for several long moments before lifting her head and looking between them. “Bird.”

  Dietrich smiled. Wasn’t that a fitting word? She was like a little bird, ready to spread her wings and experience life.

  “Saying ‘bird’ will ensure that everything ceases. If you say stop, we will continue. If you say no, we will give you more. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “You will refer to me as Mr. Moore or Master. Stellan will be called Sir. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Mr. Moore.”

  His shaft jerked at hearing those words from her.

  “Good. Now, Stellan, remove our pet’s dress. I want her bare except for those fuck-me heels.” The pulse at the base of her neck beat wildly, and he smirked. Stellan circled her once before finally stopping behind her. He let his hands fall on her shoulders and slowly dragged them down her arms. By the way her eyes widened Dietrich knew his sub was caressing that fine ass of hers. “You are our submissive, pet. Do you understand what that means?” The sound of her zipper being lowered pierced the room.

  “Yes, Mr. Moore.” Her eyes drifted closed when the dress slid off of her body and pooled at her feet. Fuck him but she wore the sexiest undergarments he had ever seen. The lacy strapless demi-bra was a nude color, nearly blending in with her already creamy complexion. Her areolas were visible through the lacy material, and her nipples poked out almost obscenely. Her panties were cut low and barely covered her pussy. It was the same transparent fabric, and her slit was easily visible.

  “Tell me what the rear looks like, boy.”

  Stellan breathed out roughly, his gaze trained on her ass.

  “Her ass was made for fucking, Sir.” The sound of Stellan bringing his palm down on one of her cheeks was loud and erotic. A gasp left her, and a gorgeous flush spread up her chest and to her face.

  “Turn her around.”

  Stellan gripped her shoulders again and turned her. His sub was abso-fucking-lutely right. He may have said he wouldn’t push her too far, but after the days passing of wanting her with ferocity, he knew that the time to wait was over.

  Her ass was made to be fucked and spanked, and not necessarily in that particular order. He took a step closer to her and gripped the mounds. She lowered her head, but Stellan wasn’t having any of that. He lifted her face to his and took her mouth with his. Instantly her body relaxed, and Dietrich started to massage her bottom. The thong she wore was just a tiny strip of lacy material between the cheeks of her ass. He spread them apart, saw the fabric nestled tightly against the tight hole and felt every muscle inside of him tighten in response. He wanted her bare for him, nothing between them physically or emotionally.

  He slipped his finger under the thin string at the top of her ass, and in one tug ripped the panties from her body. She teetered, but Stellan reached out and steadied her. Flattening his hands on her lower spine Dietrich dragged them up her full hips and stopped when he reached the clasp of her bra. With a flick of his wrist he unhooked it and groaned when it joined the dress by her feet. He spun her around without preamble and felt a rush at the way her large breasts swayed from the quick movement. Her nipples were a dark shade under the lighting, and without warning he took each beaded tip between his thumb and forefinger and pinched them. He didn’t need to look at Stellan to know the boy was playing with her ass. His sub had always been an ass-man. The fleshy sounds of Stellan’s palms meeting her bottom were just as loud as her rapid inhalations. Lowering his head Dietrich brushed his lips across her mouth. She opened for him instantly, surrendering herself to them without any restraints. God, he had been so right about her.

  Dietrich allowed himself the pleasure of her lips and tongue. But he controlled the kiss and made sure she knew that. Whenever she tried to take control by sucking on his tongue and dominating the kiss he tightened his fingers on her nipples, causing a soft groan to spill from her. He broke away and leaned back. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was lusciously swollen from his ministrations.

  “Pet, look at me.” She slowly obeyed and stared up at Dietrich. “I want you to sit on the bed, pet.” He ran his finger along her upper lip, loving how the dip in the center reminded him of a little bow.

  “This is where you say, ‘yes, Master’.”

  “Yes, Master.” The bed was only a few feet away, but he made sure she was steady as she walked over to it and did as she was told. What she needed to fully understand was that he enjoyed Stellan as well. Oh, he had seen the arousal on her face when she watched the two of them together, but he wanted to see her reaction when he took it to the next level.

  “Pet, you realize I enjoy the pleasure Stellan can bring me, too?”

  She nodded, but as he continued to look at her she quickly added, “Yes, Master.”

  “I want you to watch exactly how much I enjoy my sub pleasuring me.” He could see her desire clearly by the way her nipples hardened further and how she pressed her thighs together. There was no doubt the sheets below her would be wet from her pussy juice, and that image had a spear of lust slamming into him. Keeping his eyes on her, he spoke to Stellan. “Boy, get on your knees and suck your Master’s cock in front of our sub.” The way her eyes widened had the corner of Dietrich’s mouth turning up. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be a night for firsts.

  Chapter Eight

  Oh. Is this really about to happen? Blythe stared ahead of her as Stellan dropped to his knees in front of Dietrich. Despite seeing them by the pool, which now seemed like ages ago, watching Stellan get into position to give Dietrich a blow job was surreal. Her pussy was soaked, and her clit and nipples throbbed in time with her pulse. They still wore their suits, and the sight of their big, hard bodies, dressed so elegantly, sent waves of heat through her. Dietrich loosened the tie around his neck, but didn’t remove it. The bright red silk looked like spilled blood, hanging loosely around his throat and falling down his chest. He then undid the first few buttons of his stark white shirt. The sight of his swatch of tanned, hard chest had her shifting on the bed, trying to relieve the ache that settled between her legs.

  With Stellan knelt before him it was hard for her to see what was happening. As if reading her mind Dietrich shifted to his side, causing Stellan to do the same. With the men’s sides facing her, Blythe watched in rapt awe as Stellan licked his lips and looked up at Dietrich. Dietrich ran his hand over the other man’s head, as if he were a treasured cat and needed a good petting. It was a bit bizarre to see such a large and intimidating man as Stellan Alfonso kneeling before another. When he had wrapped his arms around her and taken her mouth in a brutal kiss, dominance had poured out of him. Blythe may not live the lifestyle of BDSM, but she had read enough about it to know Stellan was known as a switch. He clearly liked to submit and dominate.

  When Dietrich’s hard cock was revealed her breath stalled. It should have been no surprise that his dick was incredibly big, just like the rest of him. It was clearly the biggest shaft she had ever seen. As if the next acts played in slow motion, Blythe watched with heightening arousal as Stellan opened his mouth, leaned forward, and wrapped his lips around the head of Dietrich’s cock. He gripped Stellan’s hair and started to slowly pump his hips in and out of the other man’s mouth. Aside from a few porn movies she had watched, nothing could have prepared her for seeing a shaft sliding in and out of another man’s mouth. The glossiness of Stellan’s saliva was starkly visible along Dietrich’s dick. Her eyes were trained on the sexual act before her, but when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up she lifted her eyes to Dietrich. He stared at her with a smoky, half-lidded expression.

  “Come here, pet.” Blythe stood on unsteady legs and slowly moved toward them. Stellan never stopped sucking Dietrich’s cock. The sounds of wet flesh and a deep male groan filled her ears, and she took a deep breath. When she was inches from Dietrich he said sternly, “On your feet, boy.” The popping noise of Stellan’s suctioning mouth coming undone from Dietrich’s penis filled the room. Stellan slowly rose, and she was immediately aware of their presence. “Pet, look at me.” Again, she hadn’t realized she closed her eyes until she opened them and looked up at Dietrich. “I want you on your knees and sucking my cock now.”

  Blythe’s heart hammered quick and hard at his words. She looked at Stellan, maybe for guidance, but his stoic expression offered no help. Doing as Dietrich said had the hard, cold ground meeting her knees. Here she was, stark naked in front of these men with Dietrich’s cock in front of her and Stellan about to watch the whole thing. It turned her on, yet scared the shit out of her. She waited for his next words. For several long, agonizing moments neither man said anything. Did they purposefully like to leave her on edge? Did they get some kind of sadistic pleasure in knowing she was a ball of nerves?

  “Shhh, be at ease.” Dietrich ran his hand over her hair, in the same manner as he did to Stellan, and she found the act strangely comforting. It wasn’t as if she had never given head before, but the men that she had done the act on seemed less than impressed. She also had never had an audience. “Here is what’s going to happen.” He continued to stroke her cheek, and Blythe leaned into his touch. “You’re going to take my dick and guide it to your mouth. Stellan is then going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours.” His words had her jerking away and looking between them. It wasn’t as if she didn’t expect this, but actually hearing him say it brought everything right in her face, so to speak. “Do you wish to use your safe word?”

  Did she? Dietrich didn’t stop stroking her, and a part of her knew that if she did say that one little word he would stop. They both would. The soft caress of Stellan running his fingers down the base of her neck told her enough about herself that she did want this. Fear was ever present in any situation, but what she needed to do was put her trust in them that if she did want to stop, they would.

  “No, Master. I want to continue.” Her body was certainly ready and up for whatever they had in store. It was her mind that held the constraints around her.

  “Such a good girl.” He brushed his fingers along her upper and lower lip, then she saw him tilt his head to Stellan. A moment later the sound of him removing his clothing behind her filled the room. His hard heat pressed against her body, and she wet her lips with her tongue. “Take my cock, pet.” Dietrich’s erection was still hard as ever in front of her, and she reached out and took hold of the root. Looking up at him as she parted her lips, Blythe was caught in his heated gaze. She was vaguely aware of movement behind her, of the sound of a wrapper being opened, and then the feel of silk covered her eyes. For a moment fear held her immobile, but both men murmured encouraging words to her, and she eased. She was aware enough to realize Stellan had wrapped his tie around her eyes. It smelled of him: strong, musky, and spicy.

  He spoke softly against the side of her neck. “The sensory deprivation will heighten all of your other senses, querida.”

  “Don’t stop sucking my cock, pet.” Dietrich emphasized his words by thrusting into her mouth enough that the tip hit back of her throat. Blythe breathed out her nose so she could take him fully without gagging. Stellan had been right. With her eyes closed her other senses were heightened. She could hear their harsh breathing, felt the smooth, yet rough sensation of Stellan’s tongue sliding up her spine. Hollowing out her cheeks and twirling her tongue around Dietrich’s bulbous head, Blythe set all her attention on the thick length in her mouth. She was so into the feel and taste of him that everything else faded away until the only things that mattered where what these two men did to her.

  “Take her hair, boy.” A second later the pins that had held her hair in place were expertly removed. Stellan gripped the tumble of strands and tightened just enough that her head tilted back. The new angle had her throat bared and Dietrich’s cock slipping in impossibly farther. Forced to breathe out her nose, Blythe felt her eyes start to water with each bump of Dietrich’s cock head hitting the back of her throat. Salty bursts of his pre-cum exploded in her mouth, and she found the flavor addictive. The sting of pain from her hair being pulled brought about a flash of pleasure.