The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub by Jenika Snow

tight fist, and pulled her head
back. “On all fours, querida .” Gone was the soft spoken, darkly handsome
man that she had grown weak for. In his place was a Dom, one she dreamed of
having between her thighs. “You’ll look at Sir while I fuck this pussy.” Two
fingers speared into her, and her mouth opened in pleasurable shock. The
shadows cast a slash across the lower half of Dietrich’s face, hiding him from
her view. His eyes were visible, and they pierced her, even through the
darkness. Stellan pumped those digits in and out, bringing her closer to
completion, but right as she’d explode around him he pulled free from her body.
Sucking in a deep breath she forced her eyes to stay open, as if Dietrich
himself willed her so. Stellan fucked her with his fingers again and again
until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t see straight.
    “Please,
Stellan.” As soon as his name left her lips she knew she had broken the rules.
It had just been a slip of the tongue during her pleasure, but the air stilled,
and Stellan tensed behind her.
    “What
did you call me, girl?” Stellan tightened his hand in her hair, and she gasped
as pain sliced through her.
    “I’m
sorry, Sir. It just came out.” The pain in his touch started to slowly morph
into pleasure, and she hummed in her desire. She smelled her musky scent before
she saw his fingers.
    He
ran the pads over her lips and growled out, “Open for me, querida .” Blythe did so
immediately, and he plunged his fingers into her mouth. “Suck your cream off.”
His words were clipped and short, but the hard length pressed against her ass
told her his arousal was strong. She sucked on them, twirled her tongue around
until all of her juices were cleaned from his flesh. She had never thought
tasting herself could be arousing, but her flavor mixed with Stellan’s, and she
wanted more from him. He pulled his fingers free and ran them over her mouth
before gripping her hips.
    “You’ve
been bad, querida .”
He coasted his hands down her ass and gave the mounds a hard squeeze. “A very bad girl.” Slap! Her eyes widened when he spanked her. The pain was sharp and faded just as
quickly. For a moment all Blythe could do was stare at
Dietrich in shock. No one had ever spanked her. It thrilled and aroused her.
    “I
think she deserves five lashes for her wandering tongue.” Dietrich’s words had
her biting her lower lip. She tasted Stellan and herself. Blood rushed to her
nipples, and her breasts grew fuller as the air shifted in the room. No one
spoke, and it was as if they waited for her to use her safe word. Blythe took a
deep breath and dropped her head. The heavy curtain of her hair fell on each
side of her face. That must have been the confirmation they needed because a
second later Stellan moved away from her. The chilled air in the room rushed
over her naked, overheated body, and she shivered. The heat from his body was
once again behind her, and she was surprised by how comforting it was. That
comfort was short-lived when the feel of a smooth paddle pressed against her
right ass cheek.
    “I’m
going to enjoy watching your ass turn red.” Stellan all but purred the words
out. Her whole body was tense in preparation for his punishment, but all he did
was stroke her lovingly with it.
      “Look at me.” Blythe lifted her head and
watched as Dietrich moved his hand up and down his shaft. His gaze was
unrelenting. She was so caught up in watching him that her body relaxed and
started to warm from the rhythmic motions. The flat surface of the instrument on
her ass and the back of her thighs caused a soothing pleasure. It wasn’t until
she heard the whoosh behind her and
felt the air shift that she knew what was about to happen. The paddle came down
upon her right cheek with such force she teetered forward and let out a cry.
The area of abuse screamed in pain, and tears pricked her eyes. Her skin
instantly became hot, and she closed her eyes,