Blythe Winters had only ever wanted to be a dancer, but an ankle injury claimed her career and her dream. When she is offered a temporary position as a personal assistant to a powerful man, Dietrich Moore, she can’t refuse. Spending a month on the sandy beaches of Portugal doesn't seem like work, but it doesn't take long for her employer to get under her skin in the most intimate of ways
Known as ruthless and dominant in everything he does, Dietrich takes what he wants without thought and without remorse. Though already in a D/s relationship with Stellan Alfonso, an ex-quarterback and businessman, Dietrich feels something is still missing in his life. It isn't until he meets Blythe that he realizes she is the only one who can complete their relationship. Dietrich and Stellan are about to use the next four weeks to show Blythe exactly what it means to be their submissive in every way.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), BDSM, spanking, anal sex, public exhibition
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.