“Kiss me, querida.” His softly spoken words had her heart beating faster. She lowered her face at the same time he rose up and brought their mouths together. When she felt her ass cheeks spread and cool lube smoothed over her anus, she stiffened. It wasn’t as if she didn’t expect this, but the realization that Dietrich planned on fucking her ass at the same time Stellan was buried in her pussy sent nervousness through her. She had done anal before, albeit once, but it had been less than enjoyable. It could have been the fact her then boyfriend thought taking her ass like there was no tomorrow, without even a care of how it felt for her, left a nasty taste in her mouth and no need to try it again. Of course she knew, deep down inside of her, that this time would be different. These men were different from any other men she had come in contact with. They were ruthless, demanding, took whatever they wanted when they wanted, but also were kind and gentle with her.

  Dietrich worked the lube over her anus in unhurried strokes. The hot, heavy weight of his dick on the back of her thigh had her moaning into Stellan’s mouth. He kissed her sensually, like he savored every inch of her mouth. First one finger was worked into her ass, then a second. Dietrich pumped them in and out of her, stretching her unused hole in preparation. He spread them, scissoring the digits in her so a delicious burn traveled straight to her core. He did this over and over again, stretching out her bottom for something a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers. When he eventually pulled them out Blythe panted and swiveled her hips on Stellan, needing him deeper.

  “Ready for me to fuck this sweet little ass, pet?”

  God, she was so ready.

  “Yes, Master.” Lifting her ass in invitation, she waited for the inevitable. The sound of him opening a condom wrapper barely pierced her foggy haze. More lube was squirted into the crease of her bottom, getting the hole nice and soaked for his cock. Everything stilled around her when the tip of his dick pressed against her anus. It took him slow, measured movements to push through the tight ring of muscle, but once through he slid deeply into her. All three of them groaned. She was full and stretched. The burn was oh so good, and a dam of wetness broke inside of her and covered Stellan’s shaft.

  “You like Master’s cock in that tight little ass, don’t you?” Stellan murmured against her mouth.

  She breathed out, “Yes, Sir.” After that everything was a haze of pleasurable pain. Dietrich fucked her ass, coaxing at first but gradually picked up speed. Stellan didn’t move inside of her, just continued to take her mouth in drugging kisses until she opened up like a flower in the sun.

  “So fucking good, pet.”

  Sweat beaded her flesh and dripped down her body. A droplet of moisture landed on her back, and she knew it was from Dietrich, knew he was just as out of control as they were. With her hands still secured behind her back she couldn’t do anything but take what he gave her. Hands in tight balls and nails digging into her palms, Blythe closed her eyes as ecstasy coursed through her veins. They moved in tandem. Stellan pulled out, and Dietrich pushed in. Stellan slammed all his hardness into her pussy, and Dietrich inched out of her ass. Over and over they did this until she begged them to ease the agony they caused within her.

  “Master.” A gasp left her. “Sir.” Her eyes widened when they each bottomed out at different times. “It’s too much, please.” Tears sprang forth as the pleasure and pain morphed into one sensation.

  “You’ll take it. All of it.” Dietrich brought his hand down on her left cheek then her right. “Tell me you’ll take it.”

  A strangled cry left her. “I’ll take anything you two give me.”

  “Come, pet.” Dietrich slammed into her ass, and she cried out. As she threw her head back, the waves washed through her like a tsunami. Groans and grunts surrounded her. Like a crack of lighting they groaned out and came inside of her. Their big bodies twitched beneath and behind her. A series of small orgasms crashed into her. The thickening of their cocks was immense, tightening the already small confines. As the high dissipated she was aware of the restraint around her wrists being undone. She collapsed on Stellan’s chest and breathed in and out roughly. Being sandwiched between them had their sweaty bodies rubbing together.

  “You are so good, querida.” Dietrich moved off her back, and Stellan adjusted her so she was on her side with him wrapped around her like a warm, muscular blanket. When Dietrich returned, presumably from the restroom, it was to gently clean her off with a warm rag. She was tender between her legs, and the warm wetness eased some of her discomfort. They wrapped their arms around her and whispered sweet words. She was far too tired to understand them, but she knew they were comforting and filled with pleasure. The feel of their hard bodies pressed to her front and back was the last thing she was aware of before she let sleep take her away.

  ****

  “Mr. Moore, you have a lunch meeting with Angelina Santina at noon.” Blythe’s face heated when she glanced at Dietrich and saw him watching her intently. It had only been a few days since the three of them had been intimate, but it felt like only yesterday. Just remembering what they had done, how she felt, had blood rushing to her clit and nipples. When Stellan had left the next morning she hadn’t seen him since, but Dietrich told her he had business up north and wouldn’t be back for a few days. It was a bit strange to do mundane things like his schedule after what they did. Although he was still commanding and ordered her around, it wasn’t at the level as when they had sex.

  “Thank you, Miss Winters.” He leaned back, his big body taking up the majority of the couch. His posture was relaxed even though he wore another three-piece suit, this one a navy blue with a pewter colored dress shirt and a silver tie. Blythe didn’t think she’d ever get used to him dressed like that. It was just so damn hot.

  “Okay, well other than that your schedule is clear. If you don’t need anything else from me I think I’ll do a little sightseeing with Miranda.” Miranda, one of Dietrich’s assistants in Portugal for event planning, had invited her a few days back. They exchanged numbers, and Miranda had called her yesterday trying to set something up. As long as Dietrich gave her the rest of the day off she could kick back a bit. Aside from the intense sex-filled night she had shared with them, her days and nights had been spent on actual work. She didn’t even have enough free time to call Austin or her mom and check in. To be honest she didn’t think she even wanted to call Austin. No doubt he would be able to tell what she had done just by the tone of her voice.

  Dietrich watched her for a moment before saying, “Come here, Blythe.”

  He rarely used her first name, she noticed. As she moved the ten or so steps it took to get to him she was surprised she could even stay steady in her heels. He wore that look on his face, the one that told her he wasn’t thinking about work. Over the past few days the expression he wore was one she had become very familiar with. The cardigan she wore was long enough that it covered her hips and belly, but the pencil skirt was a bit tight and had her ass on full display. “What time will you be back?”

  She licked her lips and glanced out the window.

  “I asked you a question, Miss Winters.”

  She knew he’d be at the lunch meeting for several hours and after that his night was free. She also knew he didn’t need her, so what did it matter? “I don’t know, but your evening is free, and I haven’t had the chance to really see the sights. Did you need me to do any work for you?”

  “No.” He didn’t blink as he said that one word.

  “Then you don’t have an issue with me taking the rest of the day off?”

  It took him a little longer to answer. “No.”

  “Well, Mr. Moore, then I guess I’ll be back when I get back.” She didn’t miss the way his jaw hardened or how a muscle ticked under his cheek. For several tense seconds they did nothing but watch each other. Blythe felt like she had said something wrong, but she knew she hadn’t.

  “I think you’ve forgotten your place, Miss Winters.” The dark blue of his eyes inflamed her as they traveled up and down her body. Could he see how hard her nipples were? He stood, and she took a step back. Even in her heels he towered over her. His hands went to his belt and started to undo it. Throat constricting and eyes widening, Blythe had a sickening, yet exciting, feeling of what he planned on doing.

  “Mr. Moore? What are you doing?” The sound of his leather belt being yanked through the loops of his slacks had moisture pooling in her panties. He didn’t answer, just sat back on the couch and stared up at her.

  “I’m going to whip your ass for disobeying me.”

  “What?” She squeaked, but she grew hotter at the thought.

  “You’ll learn quickly enough that when I ask something you will answer. I’m not one to play games. We may not be in the bedroom, and I may not be fucking you every which way, but I am still in charge.”

  Good God. The man had a way with words that had her nearly in a puddle on the floor.

  “Do you understand me completely, pet?” And there it was, the Dominant who took control and had her knees weak.

  “Yes, Master.” She whispered and eyed the belt once more. He patted his knees and leaned back.

  “Then bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.” She didn’t move right away, but not wanting to disappoint him further she started to climb on the couch. His hand on her ass stopped her. “Lift your skirt up, pet, and pull your panties down.” Standing back up she gripped the hem of the skirt and shimmied it up her thighs and over her hips. The natural lighting had her feeling extremely uncomfortable, but all thoughts of Dietrich not liking what he saw fled when she saw his erection nearly stabbing through his pants.

  “Go on, pet. Take the panties off.” His sight was trained on her crotch, and she swallowed before sliding them down her legs. Could he see how wet the material was? After she stepped out of them, he patted his thighs again, and she placed her knee on the couch and moved over him. He adjusted her so her middle rested over his thighs, ones that seemed as large as tree trunks. The muscle was hard and unyielding beneath her belly. Toes touching the ground, bare ass in the air, and tits hanging beneath her, she felt exposed and tense for what he was going to do.

  “Such a pretty, full ass.” He smoothed his hands over the cheeks of her rear, but she continued to stay tense. She just didn’t feel comfortable all of a sudden, not when he could clearly see in broad daylight how large her backside really was, not to mention her wide hips. His fingers speared between her legs and rubbed her moisture around, but he removed them as soon as he touched her, and she breathed out in frustration. A slight shift in his movements told her he reached for the belt. There was no sweet talk this time. After touching her for only that second he brought the belt down on her ass. A squeal left her, and pain cut through her flesh. “You only get five this time, but if you don’t obey me in the future I’ll make it more, and I’ll use the cane.”

  The cane? Fear and … anticipation speared her. He brought the belt down again, this time on the back of her legs. After each strike he caressed her, easing the discomfort away slightly, but always reminding her she must always obey. Once he delivered the last one, tears streaked down her cheeks and onto the granite floor.

  “My pretty girl.” He had her up and sitting in his lap seconds later. He shifted beneath her, and the sound of a zipper being brought down and a wrapper being opened surrounded her. She didn’t have a moment to understand what his intentions were before he had his dick buried in her pussy. A low, deep groan left him, and she exhaled roughly. He gripped her hips and started lifting her up and down on his cock. She was so wet for him, and feeling his thickness stretch every inch of her was exhilarating. Her ass still burned from his punishment, but the pleasure he gave her morphed everything into one incredible sensation. Up and down, faster and harder he worked her on his shaft like she was his instrument of pleasure, and it had Blythe cresting over. Fortunately, he groaned out for her to come right along with him. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and wave after wave of exquisite torture filled her. When it was all said and done and his erection started to soften within her, he held her tightly. Dietrich smoothed his hands down her hair, and whispered she was such a good submissive. The steady beat of his heart helped to lessen the pain, but she asked herself one very important question: Was this really what she wanted?

  Chapter Ten

  Dietrich watched silently as Blythe adjusted her clothing and walked away. She dashed upstairs, and he wondered if he pushed her too hard. Sometimes his dominant side came out too forcefully. Stellan had told him as much, but it was in his nature and something he couldn’t change. Blythe was clearly new to this lifestyle, and he had watched the fear, unease, and pleasure flash across her face on every occasion. There was no doubt she was a submissive, but a sick feeling inside of him said he was moving too fast. Hadn’t his intentions been to go easy with her, and introduce her into their lives? Just weeks after meeting her she had been fucked by him and Stellan in the playroom. Blythe was a receptive little submissive, and one whom he wanted permanently in their lives, but did she want that? It wasn’t something he wanted to think too hard on, not when the thought of losing her was too difficult to understand. He might have grown attached to her very quickly, but he knew what he wanted, knew what Stellan wanted without his sub telling him so, and what they desired was Blythe.

  After thirty minutes and she still hadn’t come down, he stood to go to her. They needed to talk, needed to clear the air so she knew this wasn’t a one-time thing. They only had a short time left in Portugal, and both Stellan and he needed to tell Blythe what they wanted from her. The sound of a car pulling up had him walking to the windows. He could see Miranda’s BMW pulling up to the front of the house and seconds later heard Blythe coming down the stairs. Before she left she stood in front of him but didn’t meet his eyes.

  “Blythe.” Had he already fucked this up? He shouldn’t have used his belt on her, even though he knew she enjoyed it, had felt how wet she was afterwards.

  “I have my phone if you need me for anything, Mr. Moore.” He should have stopped her, but he didn’t because for the first time in his life he didn’t know how to proceed.

  ****

  Dietrich walked into the Four Seasons Hotel Ritz in Lisbon. It seemed the only place Angelina Santina ever wanted to meet when he was in the country and needed to discuss a business proposition. Her father, Ricardo Santina, owned a multi-million dollar hotel franchise, and Angelina was the new VP. She ran the business with an iron fist, the same as her father, but her priorities were fucked up. It didn’t matter that this lunch meeting was about discussing a merger between the companies that would benefit both corporations globally. Any time he was in Lisbon she was always searching for a little backroom romp. He may have grown weak where Blythe was concerned, and bent the rules for his pet, but that was Blythe. Angelina was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He wouldn’t put it past her to cut his balls off while they fucked and wear them around as earrings.

  He spotted her instantly. The red dress she wore was like a stop sign and short enough to cause car accidents. He was used to it. She rose from her seat and showed him a wide, shit-eating grin.

  “Amor.” She instantly clasped his biceps and pulled him close to her. Two air kisses later and an all but grope in front of the restaurant manager, and they were seated. “It has been too long.” Her accent was thick, but her perfume was thicker. The red lipstick she wore matched the dress, but it was the neon whiteness of her teeth that made the whole look seem trashy instead of classy.

  “Good afternoon, Angelina.” The waiter came and took their drink orders. Dietrich was already in a foul mood from the way things had unexpectedly played out between him and Blythe. He would not be fucked with today by Angelina. “I thought Ricardo was coming as well?” Seemed the old man was growing less and less interested in the dealings of his business. He had to be nearing seventy, so it was only a matter of time before Angelina became CEO.

  “He has not been feeling very well I am afraid.”

  Their drinks came, and Dietrich quickly drank half of his scotch. He needed the fire the alcohol brought inside if he was going to get through this lunch. He had been dreading this day since they touched down.

  “No?” This was news to him. “I’m sorry about that. Please send him my well wishes for a speedy recovery.” She smiled at him over the rim of her wine glass. After their order was taken he cut right to the chase. “The merger I spoke with your father about is already underway. We have blueprints being drafted for a new set of hotels, one in California and another in Oporto—”

  “Amor, do we really need to discuss business?” She pouted, and it had him tensing. He expected this, of course, but damn she moved quickly. He also hated that she referred to him by that endearment.

  “Yes, Angelina. I won’t be in Portugal for much longer, and this needs to be wrapped up. That is the whole purpose for this lunch. Documents need to be checked to make sure everything is on schedule for next year’s ground-breaking.” Dietrich gritted his teeth at the clearly bored expression on her face.

  “Dietrich, Amor, this is why we have people working for us. They can make sure all of this is completed. We are at the top.” He chose not to comment on her asinine theory. He may be wealthy and have countless people working for him, but he had built his business from the ground up. He took care of the things that needed to be done. Why put it off on others when he could just as easily do it? She leaned forward, and the scent of her Chanel perfume suffocated him. “How about we see the view of Lisboa from the penthouse? I know Stellan would enjoy it as well.” Her black hair was pin straight and fell across her shoulders. This also wasn’t the first time she had insinuated she wanted both of them.

  “You’re right, Angelina. We don’t need to worry about this paperwork. It can be taken care of using other methods.” Dietrich wanted to get this shit taken care of now, but he wasn’t in the mood for these games. But the smile that spread across her face told him she thought he meant something entirely different. When he stood so did she, and it was clear she assumed he was finally taking her up on her offer. When she went to grab his hand he shook his head. Her smile faltered.