Stellan slipped his fingers between her legs and through her cleft. “Mmm, querida, you’re so wet.” As if to emphasize his point he thrust two thick fingers into her. The sound of his digits sliding through her slickness was heady and intense. When he pulled them free she groaned, which had the cock in her mouth jerking. Even though her jaw ached, her body wanted more, so much more. Stellan placed a leg between hers and pushed them apart until they were spread as wide as they’d go.

  “Stellan, eat her pussy out and tell me how she tastes.”

  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.

  “You are such a good girl, querida.” Stellan kissed her once more before he disappeared into the bathroom. Why hearing him say that brought her so much pleasure was beyond her, but it was the truth, and Blythe realized she never wanted it to end.

  Chapter Nine

  Blythe rested her head on Dietrich’s chest and closed her eyes. Exhaustion settled in her bones, and she inhaled deeply. His hardness could be felt beneath her ass, and she shifted. He tightened his hand on her tender hip to still her.

  “Shhh, relax, pet.” The rhythmic stroking of his hand going through her hair had her doing exactly what he said. “You make me happy.” It was a bit strange hearing him say those words, but comforting and welcome in the same breath. “Come on.” He lifted her easily into his arms and strode to the bed. After laying her on it he stripped out of his suit. To think all of what just happened had been done while he still wore a three-piece suit. The play of his muscles under the lighting as he peeled away each layer had her body heating all over again. The soreness between her thighs was overshadowed by the steady pulse of blood flowing to her clit and nipples. Just like Stellan he was big: wide shoulders, defined pecs, narrow waist, and a six-pack. The V of muscle that led to his groin was impossibly defined and was like an inverted triangle pointing to his incredibly hard, thick, and long cock. For several long moments he did nothing but stand at the foot of the bed and stare down at her body. He ran his eyes up and down her nude form, focusing on her tits and pussy.

  “Spread your thighs.” Blythe slowly parted her legs and felt heat rush to her face when the lips of her pussy parted, allowing him to see her inner labia. She knew she was wet, could feel the slickness of it coat her. “Touch your clit. Rub it until I tell you to stop.” Letting out a breath, her pussy tingled as blood rushed to the area in question. She was so sensitive from the pounding Stellan had given her, but seeing the lust come from Dietrich as he watched her play with herself had every cell in her body coming alive once again. Letting her fingers coast down her belly she stopped at her clit and rubbed the small nub. She jerked in response at the sensitivity the action caused within her. Her pussy ached from the rough fucking Stellan had given her, but renewed warmth settled in her belly, causing a fluttering of butterflies to settle inside of her.

  Back and forth, over and over she rubbed her clit, all the while watching Dietrich. Aside from the subtle change in his breathing he showed no reaction as he kept his gaze trained on her cunt. His cock was hard and jutted out from a trimmed thatch of dark blond hair at his groin. Surprisingly another orgasm built inside of her. With the visual of Dietrich naked in front of her and her quickly moving fingers over her clit she would explode at any minute. Sweat beaded along her body, and she lifted her hips unabashedly. Stellan stepped behind Dietrich, but kept his body partially visible. Dietrich said something low to Stellan, and her mouth went dry as he reached around and gripped Dietrich’s cock. He started moving his hand up and down the length with slow, languid strokes.

  “Please, Master, Sir.” She strained her neck, and her legs shook. She wanted to stop touching herself, but then again she didn’t. It felt too good. “I need to come. Please, let me come, Master.” She lifted her eyes to Dietrich’s and let out a breath when he slowly grinned.

  “You’ll come when I’m buried in your ass, pet.” He moved forward, and Stellan dropped his hand. Looking over Dietrich’s shoulder, she saw Stellan fully hard again. Stellan moved onto the bed and gripped her hip, pulling her to the side and forcing her to straddle his lean waist. He had already put another condom on, so he wasted no time pushing back into her pussy. A strangled groan left her as he tunneled his way into her sore, yet sopping wet, pussy. For several long seconds he pumped in and out of her, but seemed to sense when she was close to climaxing because he’d ease off and give her a moment to breathe through it. Dietrich reached around, gripped her wrists, and brought them behind her back. Stellan started pumping into her once more, but kept his movements slow and easy. Her wrists were bound with something soft, perhaps silk? Dietrich’s tie came to mind, or maybe it was Stellan’s. With her hands successfully restrained behind her back she was at the mercy of these two men. A heavy hand landed on the center of her back and pushed her slightly forward. Stellan gripped her waist to keep her steady. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he stared into her eyes.