Submit

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” His nostrils flared slightly, and the room suddenly became warmer. Before she could say anything else or get yelled at again, she darted out of his office and hauled ass back to her car. Once in the garage, the sound of her heels clicking on the cement echoed around her.

Her little Honda sat by itself between two pillars. She threw the door open and tossed her purse on the passenger seat. The silence descended around her, and she exhaled. Maybe she should have turned this job down.

It certainly would have been good for her sanity, but she knew men like Dietrich Moore. They were dominating, controlling, and were never denied when it concerned something they wanted. Her ex had been like that, and after finally waking up and realizing she was no man’s doormat, she finally left his ass.

That had been a year ago, and she was still trying to push Lance out of her head. She wasn’t normal, she knew that, but the relationship she had had with Lance was depraved.

No, not today. Not ever. No way was she going to let that prick invade any part of her life again. Pushing him from her thoughts, she cranked the engine and headed home.

She still had to pack and memorize Mr. Moore’s itinerary, not to mention let her mother know she wasn’t going to be around for a month.

That conversation should be pleasant.

Chapter Two

Dietrich stared at his office doors as they closed behind Miss Winters. He adjusted himself and the sudden tightness behind the fly of his slacks. He pulled his cell out of his suit jacket and dialed Stellan’s number. His once business partner answered on the first ring.

“I didn’t think I’d hear from you since you’ll be here in a few days, Sir.” Stellan’s deep voice always gave Dietrich a hard-on, but he was already sporting one thanks to Miss Winters.

“Well, I wanted to let you know I think I’ve found someone who fits our requirements perfectly.” He noticed the change in Stellan’s breathing and knew his sub was aroused just from hearing that little piece of information. “She’s my temp PA for the next four weeks because Laura had a family emergency and won’t be back until then.”

“So you really think she’s ‘The One’?” The excitement and anticipation in Stellan’s voice was thick.

“Yeah, I do, and I know you’ll think so, too, when we arrive.” He spoke with Stellan for a few more minutes then hung up. Blythe Winters screamed submission, even if she wasn’t purposefully doing it, and because of that, he wanted her more.

Her constant use of the term “Sir” might have been polite in context, but as a Dom, he wanted nothing more than to see her on her knees and his collar and leash around that slender throat of hers while Stellan fucked her from behind.

Stellan may have been Dietrich’s sub, but the six-foot-three-inch former quarterback was also a switch and, dammit, if Dietrich wouldn’t enjoy watching Stellan’s big cock fucking their soon-to-be submissive. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be, too.

He had seen the way she looked at him, had practically smelled the sweet juice that spilled from her pussy. Dietrich didn’t mix business with pleasure, but four weeks wasn’t that long to wine and dine her and convince the pretty, little Blythe that what they could offer couldn’t be refused.

Since being in a relationship with Stellan Alfonso for the past three years, they had been searching for the perfect female submissive to join their relationship. There had been a few over the years whom they thought made a good match, but for one reason or another, it never worked out.

Dietrich was glad that had been the case because seeing Blythe Winters bent over his desk had sent all sorts of filthy thoughts slamming into his head. She was the one for him and Stellan. That he was certain of.

When he first met Stellan, he had been instantly attracted to the powerful man. Dietrich never saw himself as gay, but there was no denying what he felt. He was secure enough with his sexuality not to give a fuck what anyone else thought.

His sub had been the VP of one of the up and rising investment banks in the Northeast. His company had assisted with several high profile cases, and when everything had gotten settled, Dietrich had gone after what he wanted. Stellan was the CEO of Dietrich’s father’s company and worked mainly out of the Lisbon headquarters.

Despite their long-distance relationship, both men made it paramount to get together at least two weekends a month, whether it be Dietrich going to Portugal or Stellan coming to him.

Stellan wasn’t only a sub, and he didn’t like only men. He liked to dominate, as well, and his taste for women was just as strong as Dietrich’s.