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 lover. 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.
“Sweet Blythe, 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 safeword.”
“Okay.” She breathed out the word.
“What would you like your safeword 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 us formally by title, as either Mr. Moore or Mr. Alfonso. Or you may call us Sir. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Moore.”
His shaft jerked at hearing those words from her.
“Good. Now, Stellan, remove her 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. 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.”
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.
Dietrich 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 he 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.