The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub by Jenika Snow Read Free Book Online Page B

thighs and ass.
Those red lines coupled with the grunts of pleasure and pain that came from his
sub had Dietrich harder than steel. An image of Blythe filled his mind, and
perspiration dotted along his temple. He reveled in the sound of the bamboo
cracking along his sub’s body.
    “Are
you hard, boy?” He didn’t stop his ministrations and loved the guttural ecstasy-filled
way Stellan gritted out his affirmation. “Turn and show me.” The way Dietrich
had Stellan positioned allowed for the man to face him easily enough. When
Stellan had his back to the door a mighty throb settled in the base of
Dietrich’s erection at the sight of the long, thick shaft that jutted from a
trimmed nest of black hair at Stellan’s groin.   He ran the cane along his sub’s length and down to the large sac below.
    “Please,
Master, please .” Stellan kept his
eyes downcast, but his hips jutted forward in need. Dietrich cracked the cane
on the side of Stellan’s right thigh.
    “I
didn’t give you permission to speak, boy.” Dietrich knew his submissive well
enough to know Stellan enjoyed the pain Dietrich inflicted upon him as much as
he enjoyed giving it. Their relationship was one of sadism and masochism, a
perfect match, yet still missing something elemental. That was where Blythe
came into play. He took a step forward and lifted Stellan’s head up with the
edge of his cane. “You’ll suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours until my
balls touch your chin.”
    “Yes,
Master.” Stellan breathed out heavily, his chest rising and falling from his
exertion.
    Dietrich
looked down at the other man’s dick and watched as a bead of clear fluid seeped
from the tip. He flicked his eyes back to his sub’s, saw Stellan staring at
Dietrich’s erection, and looked back down at his sub’s shaft. Gravity took that
bead of pre-cum down until it dripped to the floor. Taking hold of his cock,
Dietrich guided the tip to Stellan’s mouth. He rubbed the spunk-coated crown
along his lips and grunted out, “Open.”
    Stellan
took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the bulbous tip before
pressing it into the slit. Carnal lust filled him as Stellan’s cheeks hollowed
out and he engulfed him whole. His lips stretched wide over his girth, and a
groan left him.
    “That’s
it, boy. Swallow your Master’s cock.” Dietrich gritted his teeth as Stellan
took his entire length. The head of his shaft hit the back of his sub’s throat,
and he swallowed around the tip. He reached out, gripped Stellan’s hair, and pulled
on the strands hard until he grunted in response. His sub’s pain was Dietrich’s
pleasure. Using his hold on Stellan’s hair, Dietrich kept his head steady and
started fucking his mouth. In and out, slow and steady at first, but with each
passing second he increased his speed until he was bumping the back of
Stellan’s throat. Beads of sweat ran down his spine, and he groaned. He was
close to coming, but he wasn’t going to in his mouth, not when Stellan’s tight
ass was ripe for the taking. Pulling away until his dick slid from the warm,
wet cavern, Dietrich stared down at his sub with what he knew were heavy-lidded
eyes. He breathed in deeply as he tried to control his raging arousal. It had
been far too long since he felt the pleasure his sub could deliver, and with
being around Blythe and feeling the intense attraction to her, Dietrich was on
the verge of combusting.
    “Present
your ass to me, boy.” Stellan’s chest rose and fell almost violently, and
Dietrich could see the feral lust reflected back at him. Stellan did as he was
asked, and Dietrich ran a hand over his mouth as his sub spread his muscular
thighs apart. His balls swung slightly between his legs. Dietrich turned and
walked to his bedside table and pulled the drawer open. He took out a bottle of
lube and a condom. He turned back to Stellan and fell to his knees behind the
man. He set the items on the floor and reached around to grip