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She had poured a generous amount of rose scented bubble bath into the water when she first started it, and the room now smelled like a garden. She slipped into the tub, grabbed a washcloth that hung from the small hook beside her, and covered her eyes with it.

What she needed was a good night’s sleep to get rid of her desires. Oh, who was she kidding?

She was going to be miserable with hard nipples and wet panties for the next month.

Chapter Ten

Dietrich led Stellan back into the house from the pool. Once in his bedroom, he shut the door behind him. Stellan had taken his dick nice and deep outside, but Dietrich refused to come until he was buried deep in his sub’s ass.

“On your knees like a good boy.”

Stellan dropped to the ordered position, bowed his head, and clasped his hands behind his back. Dietrich took his cock in hand and stroked it a few times as he walked in a circle around his sub. It never ceased to amaze him how powerful Stellan was yet could look so vulnerable when he submitted to him.

It had been several weeks since he had found release with his sub, and the buildup of cum in his balls was a constant ache. Dietrich refused to jerk off, not when the pleasure to be had at the hands of Stellan would be sweeter than ambrosia.

Moving to his armoire, he pulled the door open and ran his hands along his instruments of pleasure and pain. “Did you touch yourself while I was away, Stellan?” Dietrich said without looking at his sub.

“No, Sir.” Those two words had never sounded sweeter than coming from the lips of the man he loved and the one he dominated.

He grabbed the cane and a strip of rope and closed the armoire door. “Take your place by the door.” Stellan went to stand, but Dietrich placed the handle of the cane on his shoulder, stopping him. “Do it on your hands and knees. I want to see your ass and balls.”

Stellan went down on all fours and moved to the bathroom door that also held a hook in which he could be restrained. Dietrich let his eyes travel over the muscular mounds of his sub’s ass and to the heavy weight that swung with each move Stellan made.

The shadowed valley between Stellan’s muscular ass was a tempting sight, and one that had pre-cum leaking from the slit of Dietrich’s dick. Once at the door, Stellan waited for his orders.

Dietrich ran his hand down his spine and felt his dick grow even harder at the play of muscles beneath Stellan’s olive-toned skin.

“Tell me again what you think of Blythe.” Dietrich bent onto his haunches and let the tip of his cane run along his sub’s back. Stellan’s breath hitched, but his words were spoken clearly.

“She’s perfect, Sir.” When he ran the cane down the crease of his ass, Dietrich’s cock gave a mighty jerk.

“Spread your cheeks.” Stellan reached behind and pulled his ass cheeks apart so Dietrich could get an unobstructed view of the tight hole in the center.

He palmed his cock and used the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to make his shaft slick.

“She is perfect, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Sir.”

They both wanted her, and the arousal that Dietrich had clearly seen in her face let him know she wanted them, too. They had spoken about her during dinner, and maybe he should have felt wrong for doing so when she clearly didn’t understand, but the things they’d said were dirty and filled with a lot of heat.

He didn’t want to frighten her away. They had only known each other such a short time, but that instant connection, one that Stellan felt as well, cemented the fact she was meant to be with them. The only problem was she was his employee.

If he could control himself for the next several weeks, then all would be well, but that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep. The Dom in him wanted both of them before him on their knees, giving themselves like proper subs. He had seen the same spark in her eyes that he had in Stellan’s.

It was a fire that told him she wanted to be dominated, whether she realized it or not. She was a natural sub; that was obvious. Perhaps she had been like Stellan at first and found her desires abhorrent and unnatural?

She certainly wouldn’t be the first person out there trying to live a vanilla life.

“Hands above your head.”

Stellan raised his hands, and Dietrich used the rope to secure his wrists together, then tethered the bonds to the hook on the door. The position had Stellan still on his knees, but his body was stretched out in a delicious display of pulled tendons and sinew.