Alexandr's Cherished Submissive (34 page)

Unable to stop herself, she buried her face against his neck and whispered, “I love you.”

He froze, his body turning to rock beneath her fingertips, but his voice came out tinged with humor as he said, “I know.”

She was about to call him an arrogant jackass, but he flipped them around so she suddenly found herself straddling him. The position pushed him deep, and she gasped, so full of dick it stung. He slowly ran his hands up her torso, cupping her breasts while she took him all the way, her gaze going distant as pleasure unfurled within her. The sheepskin was soft beneath her knees, and it framed his dark, masculine looks perfectly. She wasn’t sure which she liked better: Alex naked or Alex looking debauched as he fucked her in the suit and ruined shirt he hadn’t even bothered to take off.

“Do you know”—he punctuated his words with a hard thrust—“how insane I was to be inside this hot
pizda
?”

“Yes,” she cried out. She didn’t give a shit about anything but how good he felt inside her.

He stilled then shuddered against her, grasping her hips hard enough that she vaguely wondered if she would bruise. “You are everything to me, Jessica. I promise to take care of you for the rest of your life. To provide only best for you. To put you and your safety first.”

She frowned and fought to think past the sudden flash of desire when he tilted her hips, forcing her to fall closer to him and brace herself on her arms as he began to move. This put her clit against his pelvis, and she gave a throaty moan when he fucked her with this amazingly dirty roll of his hips. She had to dance with him because, if he danced like he fucked, she was going to marry him.

The thought startled her, but Alex chose that moment to start speaking to her in Russian. The words meant nothing, but by the reverent tone of his voice, she knew he loved her, truly and deeply. Her whole body tightened, and she groaned as she almost reached the point of coming. Eager for her release, she began to ride him harder and gave a small smile when his words trailed off.

“Hungry for my cock, aren’t you, my filthy girl,” he murmured and smacked her flank hard. “Show me how much you want my cum.”

Instead of answering him, she met and held his gaze then began to milk his erection inside of her by clenching her internal muscles. His eyes narrowed and he growled, darkness spreading in his gaze as he flipped her to her back then began to fuck her in perfect time with her contractions. It felt so good that she melted against him, rocking into his thrusts when he set a bone meltingly unhurried pace.

Despite the slowness of their movements, there was an intensity between them that was so good it was addicting. This had to be love, because she would do anything to keep this euphoric feeling and indulge in it as often as she wanted with Alex. Maybe she was moving a little fast from lust to love, but they’d been friends for a while. When he touched her like this, she just about came out of her skin with happiness. Every caress of his calloused hands against her body was reverent, even when he was fucking her brains out and building her quickly to another intense orgasm.

When she climaxed this time, it was with a smile, contentment mixing with relief and a rush of love so strong it staggered her. Alex covered her body and held her tight while he surged into her, kissing her neck just above her collar. The hair on his body tickled her when he collapsed atop her, both of them panting as they lay sprawled on the sheepskin rug. She was wracked with shivers, and when a particularly strong one happened, he made an almost pained sound.

“Vibrating
pizda
,” he muttered as his hips jerked.

She squeaked, “Oh, God, please, I need a minute before you fuck me blind.”

“Fuck you blind?” He leaned up, and his smile was so gentle she simply soaked up his affection.

“I love you.”

Again, he smiled. “I know.”

“How do you know?”

“Jessica,” he chided. “You left behind your family to come with me. Women do not do that unless they love a man, unless he is where their heart wishes to be.”

“Have many women loved you?” She had no idea where that jealous thought came from.

Instead of being offended, he shrugged. “Maybe. I do not know because I never cared. I never wanted anything with them. But you, you
prinsessa moya
, I want you more than anything. You are my ultimate treasure, my prize. My heart beats for you now.”

The best she could manage was a nod, blown away by the fact that he meant every word. When his gaze dropped to her collar, he smiled. “In pictures, I could see how much my collar meant to you.”

Remembering her conversation with Catrin, she stroked it. “Alex, honestly, this is the most beautiful thing anyone has given me other than my princess crown.”

“Princess crown?”

She nodded. “I got it when I was seven. My mom made it for me. She was crafty like that. She enjoyed being a stay-at-home mom, loved being a housewife. I was lucky to have ended up with two amazing people. When I put it on for the first time I felt like a real princess. But with you, I
am
a princess.”

He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “You are most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Those pictures of you…they distracted me in a very bad situation. Helped me to keep my temper.”

The sun had almost set by this point, giving the room a red hue that tinted Alex’s skin, making her think of the war god, Ares. “What happened?”

“I had a…disagreement with some of my father’s corporate policies. I may have to return to Ru-Belarus sooner than I anticipated.”

Suddenly deflated, she closed her eyes. “Oh.”

He kissed her lips. “Is not as likely now. I was able to maintain my temper, and he agreed to my terms. Thankfully, Oleg is there, and he is a calming presence with my father.”

Uncertainty began to fill her, but she pushed it back. She knew going into this that Alex traveled. It was how his life was. Instead of forcing him to stay with her, she needed to let him go do what he needed to do. She’d seen her mother do it with her father during the busy seasons on the farm, only seeing him when he came home to eat and sleep. Still, Alex wasn’t a farmer, and she knew when he was away from her, he was in danger.

“I hope you can stay.”

His eyes half-closed, and he brushed her hair back, studying her eyes. “So do I.”

Someone knocked on the door. “Time to go.”

With a smile, he gently pulled out of her and cleaned her with a handkerchief. “Come. I will give Catrin my credit card and tell her to buy whatever she fancies for you.”

At the mention of Catrin, Jessica flushed bright red. Now that she was deeply satisfied, she couldn’t bring herself to get too upset. Wanting to know how Alex felt about it, she looked at his chest while he cleaned up. “Did you like your pictures?”

“I almost came in my pants, and Nico was ready to fake a heart attack so we could leave and claim our women.”

Her gaze fell to his feet. “Nico really saw them?”

“Catrin loves to tease. She knows sending him pictures will drive him crazy, make him fuck her hard. What she also now knows is that being teased makes you very sexually aggressive, eager to please. She looked like she was going to pass out as you licked her.” As if sensing her discomfort at his frank talk, he wrapped his arms around her. “
Devushka milaya,
do not worry. I find it very attractive to taste pussy on your lips. And I know Catrin will be not only good lover, but good friend.”

“I wouldn’t know about the good lover part,” she muttered. “She wouldn’t let me climax.”

He made a pained noise. “Your submission to her was beautiful. You enchanted her. Do not be surprised if she...what is American term...she has crush on you. Would be good thing. Catrin is smart. She would be good to help you learn my…culture. Make loyal friend ”

Suddenly chilly, Jessica rubbed her arms. “Have you seen my dress?”

He helped her into it then walked over to a rack of what looked like shawls and selected a buttery yellow one with a soft sheen to it. When he slid it around her shoulders, she sighed, nuzzling her cheek against the fabric. Once again trying to let him know how much this meant to her, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “You always take such good care of me.”

His arms wrapped around her in a strong hug, pulling her to his chest. “That is because you are the most precious thing in my universe.”

Nine days later Jessica found herself in a stables on Laz and Melanie’s estate, waiting to learn what this ‘hunt’ that she was invited to attend with Alex was really about. She wore a pretty, very short, and totally sheer, sparkling black dress that barely skimmed her pussy, so she was sure this wouldn’t be a hunt in any traditional sense of the word. If there was a breeze, her goods and the professional coochie spa treatments she’d had with Catrin and Melanie were going to be on full display. Made her glad she’d endured the embarrassment of having the esthetician all up in her lady business in order to have her pussy almost entirely hair-free except for a thick strip. The ladies from the spa insisted her red pubic hair was too pretty to remove entirely, so after discussing her vagina with Melanie and Catrin like it was the cool thing to do, they ended up leaving her with a patch big enough for Alex to ‘rub against his lips’.

Alex had indeed appreciated her efforts and expressed his appreciation by eating her until her pink pussy was a deep rose red. Just the memory of his amazing mouth resulted in a nice tingle warming her blood. She smoothed down the sorry excuse for a piece of clothing that clung to her body, transparent to the point that she could see where her freckles ended on the creamy skin of her chest right above her nipples. It was scandalous, but all the women were wearing something similar so she couldn’t complain. Long, ice blue ribbons trailed from the bottom of the barely-there dress and fluttered around her legs. The ribbons were snapped on to the sheer fabric, making them easy to snatch off. A breeze blew through the stables, and sure enough, her dress lifted and her pussy was on full display, but she was too busy freaking out to really care.

Dressed in his own version of hunting gear, Alex looked so damn good that she was having a hard time keeping her hands off of him. Cream pants hugged his muscular thighs, outlining his cock well enough that she could easily make out the plump head of his shaft. Those pants made her want to touch him in the worst way, but it was the jacket that got to her. It was a beautiful, velvet-soft, black leather trench coat that had some kind of lacing for the closures, which hugged Alex’s trim waist and highlighted how fit, how virile he was. And his hands… The sight of perfectly fitted, black leather gloves on his big hands made her quiver inside.

The gust also picked up her fine, straight hair that had been left loose, mingling it with Melanie’s dark blonde curls. Melanie gave her a teasing wink, and Jessica found herself relaxing a bit. Despite her elevated status in the world, Melanie was different with Jessica than she was with most people. When they were alone, Melanie was unguarded, bubbly even, but in public, she had a haughty look that could slay a person at twenty paces. It made people treat Jessica differently now, like she was someone important.

Jessica was having her ass kissed left and right because the Queen Bee of the social scene in Rome, the Mayor’s wife, adored her and wasn’t shy about letting other people know. Thankfully, Melanie preferred to hang out with her true friends out of the public eye, and last night, Melanie had hosted Jessica, along with a bunch of other women, for a private screening of a romantic comedy that wasn’t even out in theaters yet. After the movie was over and everyone was leaving, Jessica was astonished to learn that one of the nice women she’d met that night, an older brunette named Mimi Stefano who was Laz’s cousin from the US, had actually been a feared assassin before she got married and retired. The stunning older woman had been so sweet and charming that she couldn’t imagine her hurting anyone. Jessica wasn’t sure if Melanie was joking or not, but she did know that the women at the Stefano’s palatial home that night were all either important in their own right or, like her, were loved by powerful men.

So far, everyone Alex introduced her to was either formidable, dangerous, or both. It said a lot about the man she’d tied herself to, some of it scary, some of it good.
One thing was for sure, at times, he seemed to know her better than she knew herself. When they’d arrived tonight, Alex had given each woman a long look and made an appreciative comment to the woman’s Master about his submissive, but that was it. His attention was, from that point on, entirely on her as he watched her experience the apprehension of the hunt, urged her to embrace her emotions and think with her body, not her mind. Then he’d whispered seductive things in her ears while Catrin kept giving her a knowing smile. Nico stood right behind Catrin, plumping her full breasts in his dark hands while she arched and moaned. They made such an erotic picture, and Jessica thought she could watch them love each other all night, because it was beautiful. While observing Catrin and Nico play was sexually arousing, it was their shared adoration for each other that made her heart race.

New men’s voices rose from the back of the group, but she forced herself not to look. As she tried to figure out how many men were here now, she became increasingly anxious. With a slightly shaking hand, she rubbed the sapphire heart on her collar with her thumb. The physical reassurance his collar represented was like a lifeline of comfort to her now. Her whole outfit showcased her collar, and she had a feeling Alex preferred it that way. Despite his willingness—no, his eagerness—to watch her orgasm with other men…and women, he was very possessive of her and wouldn’t allow anyone near her he didn’t approve of. The metal of the collar was warm beneath her fingertips as she stroked over it and remembered what it represented.

The promise of protection, love, and freedom.

That was the reason she stood here with three other women, one of them being Catrin, practically jumping out of her skin. The Master of the Hunt explained how the game would be played in his deep, accented voice. In this case, the Master of the Hunt was Alex’s friend, Ivan, who smiled at them and switched back and forth between English and Russian. Jessica probably would have been more impressed by his bilingual abilities if she wasn’t now fighting an unnatural, powerful arousal slowly sensitizing her body.