Submit Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
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“You, Blythe. You’re one of the best things in life that happens too quickly.”

And there went her heart.

She was totally lost for these men, and apparently, they were lost for her, baggage and all.

Epilogue

ONE YEAR LATER

“You’ve been a very bad girl.” Dietrich watched the steady rise and fall of Blythe’s chest.

Her head was downcast, and her hair covered her face. Damn but he loved it when she left her hair down. It made it easier to pull on it.

“Stellan, what do you think Blythe’s punishment should be?’ He leaned back in his chair and cut his eyes to Stellan who sat on the leather couch.

Stellan had flown in from Portugal last night, and the three of them had been spending some much needed time together. It seemed as though Blythe forgot her place with them. Or maybe she enjoyed the pain?

Either way, her bratty attitude and smart mouth earned her a red ass and sore pussy. Of course she never complained, and asked for more.

“I think I’d like to see her lush little body pressed against the window.” They were twenty-five stories up, so the chance of anyone seeing much was pretty slim. Unless they had their binoculars pointed at his office windows Blythe was pretty safe from prying eyes.

She might not realize that though.

“That sounds like a nice punishment. Baby, look at me.” She lifted her head, and her light green eyes always did something to his chest. “Strip the rest of the clothing for us.”

After a year together they had found a comfortable groove in their relationship. The trust had been built among them, which had been the foundation that needed created before they could fully dive into their triad.

Anyone could have sex, but it took a deep commitment with trust and love to create a relationship, especially one that involved the pleasure they enjoyed.

When she was naked in front of them he took a moment to look at her body. She was all delicious curves and roundness that he loved to grab onto when he fucked her. Her breasts were more than a handful, spilling out of his palms in mouthwatering fullness.

Her issues with her body were not one-hundred percent resolved, but he and Stellan made sure to tell her everyday how beautiful she was. There was nothing they would change. Well, perhaps how she felt about her body image.

They were still working on that.

“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, Blythe.” Her ass swayed, and he could still see the lines from his cane he used on her just moments before.

“Yes. 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. Everyone will be able to see that gorgeous body of yours.”

“Yes, Mr. Afonso.” 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.


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