The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (13 page)

“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.

“I’ll
have my office fax over the paperwork for Ricardo to look over.” He grabbed his
wallet and threw a few hundreds on the table to cover the cost of the drinks
and meals that wouldn’t be eaten. He left the Four Seasons without a backward
glance, his mind swirling with what he should and would do when it came to
Blythe. Angelina’s advances had opened his eyes that he wanted something more
substantial. He was ready to lay it all out to Blythe.

****

Blythe’s
sandals hung from the tips of her fingers as she walked down the beach. The
waves rushed to the shore and caressed her feet. They were leaving tomorrow,
and she couldn’t help but feel sad by the thought. The time had gone by so
quickly. After Dietrich spanked her with his belt a lot of things had run through
her mind. She had enjoyed it, immensely. She had also enjoyed what the three of
them had done. Submitting to not one, but two men, letting them do whatever they
liked to her body, and loving every minute of it, had always been her “dirty
little secret”. The one and only time she had asked one of her boyfriends to
spank her had ended badly with her looking like some kind of freak. At the end
of the day that was how she felt, well, until Dietrich and Stellan had opened
her eyes that what she wanted wasn’t bad at all. They may have only shared that
one night and a few stolen glances, heated kisses, and several spankings, but
it had been the most fulfilling thing that had happened in her life since her
accident.

She
turned toward the ocean and watched the waves roll in. Blythe had successfully
spoken to her mother and Austin without breaking down and confessing
everything. She was quite proud of her acting ability, but deep down she knew
Austin wasn’t a fool. That man could smell distress a mile away, no matter how
well she covered it up. At least he hadn’t grilled her thousands of miles away
and over the phone. Blythe already felt on edge.

The
foamy deposit lined the shore. She drew a pattern in the sand with her toe, the
infinity symbol, and stared at it. The next wave came by and washed it away.
The disappearance of that sign was like her life, of what she had wanted and
could never have. It just went to prove that nothing lasted forever.

Her
trip into Lisbon hadn’t even been enjoyable because her mind had been on
Dietrich and the sudden awkwardness that surrounded them. It was her fault, of
course, that the air had been uncomfortable. She knew the kind of man Dietrich
was before she even met him. Of course things had drastically changed in a very
short time frame. It wasn’t just about sex, not to her at least. There was no
denying that the attraction went deeper than letting them tie her up, spank
her, and have sex with her at the same time. Things shifted, quickly, and
Blythe didn’t know how to handle it all. So, she did what she did best. She
detached herself from everything. The last few days around Dietrich and Stellan
had been awkward, to say the least. After everything that had transpired she
couldn’t even admit that what they had done meant more to her than a fling
between the sheets. Blythe wasn’t a fool. For whatever reason, Stellan and
Dietrich wanted her. They could have any woman they desired, so she knew that
once this business in Portugal was over they would go on to the next female,
most likely one who was svelte and gorgeous.