The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (16 page)

“
Querida
, get on your hands and knees and
crawl to the window.” Her breathing visibly changed as she did what she was
told.

“You should know how to address us by now,
pet.” Her ass swayed, and he could still see the lines from his cane he used on
her just moments before.

“Yes,
Master. I’m sorry, Sir.” When she was at the window she stayed in position.
Neither he nor Stellan rose. He knew she got off on their punishments. Her not
addressing them properly wasn’t a slip of the tongue, not after a year of them
being and playing together. Her pussy was in clear view, and the smooth pink
lips already glistened from her arousal.

“You’ll
stand and press yourself to the glass, pet. Everyone will be able to see that pretty
body of yours.”

“Yes,
Master.” She rose and leaned against the glass. A little gasp left her, and he
knew it was because of the coldness.

“You
are not to move until we say so,
querida
.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ll
feel the humiliation of knowing anyone who looks out that window will see your
tits and cunt. They will be able to see the marks of your
Doms
.”
Dietrich’s cock was unbearably hard, and a glance at Stellan showed his hard shaft
pressed against his slacks. They wouldn’t make her suffer too long, just enough
that she’d be begging for release before the lunch hour was over with.

Ten months into their
relationship she had moved in with him. Stellan tried to visit every weekend,
and at times stayed for an entire week. Of course there had been gossip within
the media, but it wasn’t anything Dietrich couldn’t handle. It did come with
the territory. Although she couldn’t dance any longer Dietrich had made it
possible for her to help teach underprivileged children. On the few times he
had gone to the studio and watched her with the kids he had felt something deep
inside of his chest shift. The happiness on her face, and the way she
interacted with everyone, made him realize that there would never be another
female for him in his life. She was it. Their relationship might not be
conventional in many individuals’ eyes, but it worked for them. They were happy,
healthy, and in love. He and
Stellan
rose at the same
time. It was lunch time, and they could get a lot done within that hour. He
grinned at his sub and lover, feeling grateful that he had found a rare thing
with Stellan and Blythe. He had no intention of leaving, not when their lives
were just getting started.