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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?
ChapterEighteen
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 lifestyle? 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 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, and 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 walkedinto the Four Seasons Hotel Ritz in Lisbon. It seemed the only place Angelina Santina ever wanted to meet when she 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 her, 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, 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.
