Alexandr's Cherished Submissive (32 page)

They turned, and Jessica hung back as Catrin and a middle-aged woman with a hawk nose and long, dark hair exchanged cheek kisses. The other woman wore all black with only the chunky jade necklace around her throat giving a hint of color. She was very elegant, and when she exchanged cheek kisses with Jessica, she smelled good, almost like baby powder.

Stepping back, she smiled and clasped her hands together. “Ms. Venture, welcome. My name is Oriana.”

“Thank you, but please call me Jessica.”

The woman gave her a head-to-toe perusal before briskly clapping her hands together once and looking at Catrin. “You were right, jewel tones. And ice.”

Moving behind Jessica, Catrin ran her fingers through Jessica’s hair. “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

“Stunning. Have you done any modeling, Jessica?”

That startled a laugh out of her even as she wondered why Catrin was playing with her hair. “Me? Uh, no.”

Oriana arched one perfectly shaped brow. “Really? I’m surprised you haven’t been scouted yet.”

Thankfully, Jessica was saved from answering when Maks came in through the front door. At the sight of the handsome man, Oriana beamed. “Maks! It’s so good to see you again.”

The smile he gave Oriana was downright wicked when he replied back in Italian. Whatever he said made the other woman blush bright red while Catrin and Jessica shared an amused glance. Evidently, these two had some history between them because Oriana looked like she was ready to jump Maks any second.

“Oriana?” Catrin said with laughter in her voice.

Giving them an almost guilty look, Oriana cleared her throat. “Please, follow me.”

She led them down a level to a gorgeous, huge room lined with racks and racks of clothes, shoes, jewelry, more clothes, more shoes, and a spectacular set of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over a senic orchard. Farther down the slope sprawled Rome. It was late afternoon, and a golden haze hung over the city, a beautiful ambient light that made her wish she could take a picture of it with her phone without seeming tacky. Catrin moved up next to her and looked out at the view as well while Oriana bustled around behind them.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?” Catrin remarked in a soft voice. “When bad things happen in my world, I try to remember that there is beauty like this that is worth living to see. Places that God gave us to enjoy, to lift our hearts. The world is filled with them, but most people don’t get to experience it. Because I am lucky and I was born into wealth, I’ve been able to go to these places, but I feel like everyone should experience this. God made His gifts to be shared, to be enjoyed.”

Moved by the honest passion in the other woman’s voice and trying to regain control of her runaway emotions—she was such a softie sometimes—she whispered, “Would it be tacky of me to take a picture with my cell phone to send it to Alex?”

Catrin turned, studying Jessica’s face with unexpectedly soft eyes. “I think he would love to hear from you. Nico sent me a text that said Alex has been pining for you, and that he’s been a bastard to deal with. Maybe we send Alex a picture to cheer him up, yes?”

Smiling, she dug through her purse. “I’m totally going to do it.”

When she held her camera phone up to take a selfie, Catrin made a tsking sound. “No, no, no. That will not do.”

“What?”

Snapping her fingers, Catrin barked, “Oriana, I need a camera.”

Instead of telling her to fuck off, the elegant, dark haired woman calmly removed a nice looking digital camera from a cupboard and brought it to Catrin while giving Jessica a critical eye.

“Maks, what do you think? I need to capture…” then Catrin launched into Russian, gesturing to Jessica while they both examined her from head to toe.

Fidgeting, she shifted uncomfortably in her heels. “Um...guys? I just want to take a picture of the city. No big deal.”

Catrin finally looked at Jessica, really looked at her, then sighed. “I forget you are not used to this, but trust me, some of my photos are in major fashion magazines. I know what I am doing, and Maks is an artist, oil painting, who does beautiful things with lighting. We are speaking in Russian because it is easier for both of us to put complex thoughts into words. Make sense?”

Before Jessica could answer, Maks stalked over to her. He said something in Italian, and Oriana brought them a set of gorgeous silver combs from one of the deep drawers along the wall. The warm lighting brought out the pine green in his eyes, and she sighed inwardly. He was such a good-looking man. Too bad he broke hearts like it was his job. She’d seen him win women over surprisingly fast, but once he’d had sex with them a couple times, they were done whether they wanted it to end or not.

He was kind of a dick like that.

Handing the combs over to her, he ignored Oriana and Catrin talking behind them, focused totally on her. “Put your hair up. Have beautiful neck, flowing lines. You display Alex’s collar, and he be proud.”

After taking the combs from him, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun, long tendrils hanging down here and there.

When she turned back to Catrin, she found the other woman was smiling at her. “Darling, the camera loves you. I took a couple test shots. Come see.”

Flushing at the thought of pictures taken in the past where she looked weird flashed through her mind, but when she looked at the screen on Catrin’s camera, she sucked in a quick breath. No one had ever captured her image like this. In the first one, half her hair was up, the comb in her hand, and a dreamy smile hovered on her lips. She was looking out over the city, and the illumination gave her pale skin a golden tone, like she was reflecting the light. Her collar sparkled and while she definitely looked like herself, but at the same time she didn’t.

“Holy moly. You’re amazing”

Maks laughed while Oriana rolled her eyes. “See, you could easily be a model.”

“Forget it,” Catrin said while studying Jessica’s dress. “Alex will never allow it. I want her in something different. With her hair, fire and ice. Something to set that sapphire off. Goodness, Alex is wasting no time proving to you he can be a good provider.”

Unconsciously reaching up to touch the heart, she frowned. “What do you mean?”

“He is showing you how much you mean to him.” Her camera beeped, and she looked down then smiled. “Alex says your beauty stuns him.”

“Pardon?”

“I sent him one of the pictures of you to see how he would react. He is extremely pleased. I bet he is showing you off to Nico right now.”

“Oh,” Jessica whispered, happiness tickling her belly. “Really?”

“Mmm-hmm. He is asking for more.” She looked up, a hint of heat in her big, not-so-innocent blue eyes. “Shall we give him something to look at?”

Her heart rate increased as the mood in the room changed. Without consulting anyone, Maks growled out, “Oriana, outside. This is now private sitting.”

The other woman raised a brow, but nodded and gently set aside a shirt she’d been looking at. “Of course. I will see that no one disturbs you.”

“Krom is on exterior guard. Do not be alarmed if you see him.”

Oriana walked through the room, her laughter filling the air. “If I can see Krom, he isn’t doing his job.”

When the door snicked closed behind her, Jessica bit her lip and took a step back, the blatant hunger in their combined gazes stroking her body like a touch. Her throat thickened as she tried to think of something to say to break the tension. When the cool glass of the window met her back, she jumped.

Shaking his head, Maks smirked at her. “You look like you fear for life.”

After giving Maks an elbow then handing him the camera, Catrin sauntered over to Jessica. “We had to send her out. Alex would not want that woman to see your body.”

“Uh...why?”

“Because he does not consider her worthy.”

“That’s kind of an asshole thing to do, but also kind of sweet.”

Laughing, Catrin gave her a gentle hug and whispered in her ear, “That is the way it is with our men. They can be sweet. They can also be bastards, but everything they do is for us. Now, shall we do something for Alex’s pleasure?”

Maks interrupted with amusement in his voice, “Alex is growing impatient.”

Catrin’s golden brows rose in an unspoken question, and Jessica blurted, “Okay.”

The other woman didn’t waste any time, taking Jessica behind a white silk and bamboo screen where there was a clothing rack stuffed with gorgeous pieces of lingerie and some dresses that were scandalous, yet obviously of haute couture quality.

“Let’s get you undressed,” Catrin said in a low voice and took a step closer.

With her heart pounding, Jessica started to fumble with the zipper on her dress, but Catrin slapped her hands away. “Let me.”

Looking Jessica straight in the eye, she wrapped her arms around Jessica and tilted her head up so their lips were close enough for Jessica to notice that Catrin smelled like expensive bubble gum, if there was such a thing. Sugary, yet refreshing, but also delicious. Ever so slowly, Catrin lowered the zipper on the back of Jessica’s dress, her fingers caressing the skin revealed as the dress parted. After what seemed like an eternity, the material pooled around her feet. Slowly, her hands lightly trailed Jessica’s suddenly sensitive skin the whole way. Catrin gave Jessica a languid smile.

“I see now why Alex is so enamored with you. So beautiful and responsive.” She took a half step back, her gaze taking in the strapless, white lace bra that Jessica wore. “You are going to drive Alex mad when he sees the pictures we will take for him. Do not worry about privacy, Alex’s phone is secure, and I will be taking this camera with us. No one will see but him…and maybe Nico. I wouldn’t put it past Alex to show my husband the pictures just for bragging rights.”

Jessica was a nervous wreck of hot desire and guilt at this moment. Her pussy was wet, slick with her arousal at Catrin’s open flirting. When Catrin reached around Jessica to unclasp her bra, she barely placed her lips on Jessica’s throat, giving her a soft kiss on her pounding pulse. Rational thought was quickly being replaced by hunger, her kinks tripped by the fact that Maks was in the room with them. Could hear them. Wanted to watch them.

“Did Alex say you could play with me?” Catrin whispered against Jessica’s skin, making her nipples bunch painfully.

“Yes.”

Her voice came out in barely more than a whisper, and she closed her eyes, overcome by the intensity of Catrin’s light touch as she removed Jessica’s bra. Once again, she trailed her fingers over the sides of Jessica’s back, but this time, her fingertips glided up the side of Jessica’s breast then grazed over her nipples, making her moan in delicious torment as her tight buds crinkled further. Unable to think beyond the pounding in her groin, she moaned and arched forward, silently offering herself to Catrin. Maks' voice came from deeper in the room, speaking Russian, but Jessica was unable to focus on anything but the warmth of the woman standing before her.

She’d hadn’t been this attracted to another female before. Yes, she’d fooled around with girls, but at the end of the night, she always wanted dick. The girls were just like a snack, while men were the main course. But with Catrin, she found herself fiercely attracted to the sexually confident woman and curious about what it would be like to be with someone so obviously experienced in the art of pleasuring women. Catrin ran her fingers down Jessica’s ribs, making a pleased sound as that teasing touch tickled along Jessica’s body, little shivers raising the fine hairs on her arms as she got goosebumps.

Instead of touching her breasts, the blond woman slid her hands into the edges of Jessica’s underwear on her hips. She gently lowered them until she was bending with her face right in front of Jessica’s pussy. Her clit was hard, and her thighs were trembling as she tried to stay still. Catrin could probably see the thick arousal coating her shaved pussy lips, and that knowledge made her belly quiver.

“Step out of your panties,” Catrin murmured. “We must put you in something to show off your pretty pussy. Alex is lucky man. You smell so good. Wonder if taste is same.”

An incoherent groan was Jessica’s only response, the sound turning to a strangled gasp when Catrin leaned forward and licked her slit three times, each stroke ending with the flat of her tongue rubbing slowly against Jessica’s clit. Her arousal shot through the roof, her pussy hurting for Alex’s hard cock, for Catrin’s fingers, for something to fill it. Then Catrin circled Jessica’s clit with a delicate touch, making her stumble back a few steps. Laughing, Catrin stood, her warm blue eyes devouring Jessica and licking her lips.

“Sweet and tangy pussy, my favorite.”

Unsure what to do and feeling out of her element, Jessica simply stood there while Catrin stalked closer to her. On the way, she snatched up something that was a lovely ice blue color. There was an authoritative snap in Catrin’s voice. “Take your shoes off.”

Another tingle went through Jessica, harder this time, and she quickly removed her shoes. With Catrin still wearing her heels, they were almost the same height. She gave Jessica a slow, somewhat intimidating smile. “Oh, Alex is a lucky bastard. You are delightfully submissive. Look how wet it makes you.”

Flushing, Jessica tried to cover herself, but Catrin slapped her hands away. “Do not touch. Is my job to dress you. Alex gave me permission to play with you. I am…how would I say this? You are new to lifestyle, yes?”

“Lifestyle?”

“BDSM?”

Blinking, she nodded. “Yes.”

“Then let me explain. I am switch, meaning I like to both dominate and submit…though I never dominate Nico. He is too much of an Alpha male. Always my Master.” A little purr entered her seductive voice, and she stepped close enough that Jessica’s aching breasts rubbed against the other woman’s abundant chest. “But I do have a dominant streak for women. Not all, but the true submissives make me want to play with them. You have allure you do not know, an energy that Dominants find irresistible.”

Jessica was equal parts freaked out, turned on, and curious. “What makes you think I’m a submissive?”

Leaning in, Catrin whispered, “Everything, but especially this.”