Alexandr's Cherished Submissive (35 page)

As scared as she was, there should be no way her body was heating like this, but Alex, damn his black heart, had put some kind of special, golden oil on her clit and nipples. Catrin called it “Aphrodite’s Honey”, and the other Masters applied it to the their women as well. When she asked Alex about it, he would only give her a rather wicked grin.

He watched her as Ivan spoke, and when Alex frowned and nodded in Ivan’s direction, she realized she’d been staring at him and daydreaming. It would really be to her advantage to pay attention to what she needed to do in order to survive this hunt. The heat from the damned oil increased on her pussy and nipples, almost like the feeling of someone breathing fiery, moist air on her body. Her skin had sensitized, and she fought her growing arousal. She needed to focus on the rules of the hunt, not the memory of Alex’s cock splitting her open as he eased his painful girth into her.

Melanie, in all her barely covered, elegant glory, now stood next to Jessica in the stables, holding hands with a curvy, lovely Mongolian woman named Sarnai who belonged to Ivan. She was sweet and had immediately made Jessica feel welcome. Sarnai and Ivan made an interesting pair. She was soft and cuddly, while Master Ivan was a beast of a man. Something about that image aroused her and she wondered if she would get to see them have sex tonight.

Ivan—no, she needed to call him Master Ivan right now—examined her closely, his gaze smoothing over her body like a slow physical touch. “The ribbons on you are tokens. If one of the riders collects a ribbon, he can request a favor from your Dominant, including sexual ones. Nothing will be done that your Master does not agree to, but if you do not agree to the favor, simply use your safe word, and something else will be selected. Do not try to shirk your duty. If your Master feels you are merely being a brat, you will be punished for using your safe word in such a manner. A punishment, I assure you, I will enjoy giving. Turning pretty skin red with my spanks is particular…taste of mine. I share this taste with many of the hunters tonight, so be good little submissives, yes?”

The men all laughed, the deep, almost menacing sound filling the room, while she squeezed Melanie’s hand even harder.

And now she was close to shaking with fear.

As if it wasn’t bad enough to have Nico, Alex, Master Ivan, and Laz hunting the women, some other men would be joining in as well, including her bodyguards, the serial killer scary Krom, and Maks, who regularly fucked her with his gaze when he thought she wasn’t looking. From the way the Mayor was treating Alex’s bodyguards, they were more friends than hired help tonight. Not that anyone would tell her anything about Alex and his business. It was frustrating as hell, and the only one that she might be able to get info out of, Maks, would have to be seduced to give it up.

She’d never be the kind of woman to lead a man on, and Maks didn’t seem to understand that even if she had sex with half the free world, no one and nothing could ever tempt her to leave Alex. Playing with other people was just that, playing. It was fun and friendly, even when it was hot and steamy. With Maks, it would not be fun or friendly, only intense and emotional, so she planned on keeping her distance from the handsome man with the reddish-blond hair and pine green eyes. To make matters worse, the hunger in his gaze, when he allowed it to surface, made her pussy clench. She couldn’t help it, her body recognized a man who was attractive and wanted to fuck her blind.

No, that was a temptation better left alone.

She needed things to return to how they were before the attempted kidnapping, to the Maks who was her friend, a man who was surprisingly gentle and funny once a person got past the rather formidable walls he kept around himself.

Alex found her worry over Maks amusing, assuring her that Maks was harmless, and he had allowed Maks into the hunt along with Krom. The men outnumbered the women, and she couldn’t help but fear….or maybe yearn for the experience of having more than one man at a time. Her gaze roamed over the men, and she wondered if she’d kiss any of them tonight, if she’d know what they tasted like.

Catrin grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze before whispering, “Breathe. I swear you will love this once you get over your fear.”

“There are so many men,” Jessica wheezed.

Laughing softly, Melanie leaned closer while keeping an eye on Ivan. “Darling, you throw any men you can’t handle my way. I love to be buried in cocks.”

The women giggled, Jessica with a bit of shock. Then they quieted when Ivan gave them a stern look. Shuffling her feet, she watched Master Ivan from beneath her lashes as he fought a smile while shaking his head.

She sucked in a breath that brought the scent of horses and hay to her, soothing smells that reminded her of home. The aromas of horses, sawdust, and clean hay sunk deep into her, triggering memories of the life she’d left behind, of her home where her strong, brave father had provided a good life for his girls. They’d had a massive barn, and after a hard day of working, she’d climb up in the hayloft and watch the sun go down. Her mother had given her an old blanket that protected her from the straw, and she’d spend an hour or so reading in silence while the light faded over the fields that seemed to go on forever.

Homesickness filled her, and she didn’t protest when Catrin drew her closer and gave her a one-armed hug.

Master Ivan cleared his throat. “Nothing will happen that you object to. Your Masters will be overprotective of you, so you must be honest with them if something is too much. No one will have their feelings hurt or be disappointed if you do not wish for a sexual favor.”

“But,” Catrin murmured, “you’ll be kicking yourself in the ass for the rest of your life if you miss out on the men who will be hunting us. Each and every one of them is…talented in pleasuring a woman.”

“Is like being hunted by wolf pack,” Sarnai said with a soft smile.

Realizing that everyone was staring at her, Jessica ducked her head down against Catrin’s, hiding from their intense gaze. Before she had time to take a deep breath, Alex was there, pulling her into his arms and surrounding her in warm leather. There was no judgment or disappointment in his gaze, only worry.

“Jessica? Do you not wish to do this?”

Part of her, the scared part that somehow felt like she should be ashamed of even considering this, urged her to say yes and run away. But the wildness that Alex had given her permission to let loose was hungry for this experience, starving to drink down everything life had to offer with him by her side. His thumb brushed her nipple, and she startled, not realizing how sensitive they’d become.

The corner of his full lips twitched. “I only used small amount of the oil, but already it is making your body ripe for me. Nipples are hard, sensitive. Pussy wet. Trust me, Jessica, I will make this pleasure for you. Trust me to understand what my woman needs. I know you do not want to see me with other female, so do not fear that. We discussed already, and I promised. You are everything I need, your pleasure the only I am interested in. Because I know no matter how many orgasms you have, you are still hungry until you have me. Your body craves mine, craves my shaft deep inside of you no matter how many orgasms your little Mistress Catrin gives you. I will give you what you need…eventually.”

He had that right. When she’d played with Catrin, the need to fuck Alex had burned inside of her, making her unusually aggressive with him afterward. And the sex was always raw, hungry, and out of this world. Evidently, Alex had noticed her increased libido and had enjoyed it.

“I will always need you,” she whispered as her clit began to throb.

“
Ya palyubIl tebyas pervava vzglyada
”, he murmured.

“What does that mean?”

“That I have loved you since first moment I saw you.”

“Alex,” she leaned up and gave him a gentle kiss, trying to put the emotions racing through her into her touch.

All she could do was groan deep in her throat when he rolled her nipple between his gloved fingers, sending bolts of hard desire to her swollen clit, making it throb while they kissed. Alex pulled back and made a soft noise of approval, forcing her to focus on him. His gaze was dark with desire, and she pressed her body against his, feeling his arousal thick against her. The skin between her legs was sensitive even to the press of her thighs, and she groaned again when she brushed her pussy against his pelvis, wishing he was inside of her, easing this intense sensitivity that was driving her crazy.

“Do you trust me,
prinsessa moya
?”

Her voice came out unsteady, but she managed to hold his gaze, knowing this was important to him. “I trust you.”

He removed his hand from her breast then said something in Russian. A moment later warm, gentle hands caressed her body from three sides, and she sucked in a harsh breath, panic warring with desire. That fear eased when she realized she was being touched by women, not men. Catrin drew down the flimsy top of Jessica’s dress and blew a puff of cool air on Jessica’s nipple, the flesh hardening until it was painful. She whimpered while Melanie ran her fingers through Jessica’s hair, her nails lightly scraping her scalp. The gentle feeling was divine. Sarnai was softly stroking low on her belly, just above Jessica’s mound. Their silken hair brushed against her body as their perfume swirled around her. She was surrounded in rounded limbs and warmth. She couldn’t do anything but relax back in their arms, her hips chasing the slender fingers teasing her slit now, making her belly quiver.

Melanie drew her hair to the side then gently bit and licked Jessica’s neck. A keening whine escaped her, and her eyes flew open when she heard the rough murmur of men’s voices and more menacing laughter. All the men were here now, dressed in their crazy, sexy BDSM hunting gear, and their gazes fastened on the women touching her, and many of them studied Jessica’s face with as much interest as her body. Her back bowed with the illicit pleasure that came with the knowledge that all these handsome men were aroused and wanting her. There was power in that idea, a heady feeling that these commanding males would only hold back for so long before their formidable control broke and they took their pleasure.

Catrin captured Jessica’s nipple in her mouth and sucked hard while sharp fingernails dug lightly into Jessica’s buttocks. It felt so damn good, and she wondered what the hell was in that oil Alex had put on her. She was desperate to get fucked, to orgasm, and she felt like she could devour the men who watched them with such raw hunger.

Before she could climax, Alex snapped something, and the women reluctantly left Jessica standing on shaking legs, exposed and feeling vulnerable while she sucked in harsh breaths.

Ivan clapped his big hands, looking more intimidating than ever in a pair of skintight black riding pants. She swore she could see every detail of his cock through them. Normally, that would have been enough to distract her, but not even the sight of all that magnificent male flesh on display could completely ease the nervous twisting in her gut.

Seemingly unaware of Jessica freaking out, Ivan scanned the small group of women, his expression cold and intimidating. As his gaze came to hers, she found herself trapped by his radiant blue eyes, so out of place in his harsh face. His eyes reminded her of warm Caribbean waters, the kind she swam in when she was on spring break her freshman year of college. Inviting eyes in a decidedly unfriendly face. Then again, some of the coldness bled out as he held her gaze, his expression softening the slightest bit, allowing her to suck in a quick breath then slowly let it out. Ivan was the kind of man who didn’t ask for control, he took it, and she was more than happy to give him the proverbial reins. To her surprise, he winked, and she clamped down the urge to giggle. Then she finally began to pay attention to the fact that he was talking, instead of freaking out.

“You will have ten minutes to hide as best you can. The estate is vast, and you can run as far as you want and hide anywhere on it. There is the maze where horses can’t enter, the fields where a clever girl might hide among the grasses, and the orchards as well as the pool and gardens. You should have no trouble evading us. The main house is locked, but that is merely because Melanie frowns on people riding their horses through her kitchen.” His grin was less than reassuring. No, it was downright predatory as was the way he paced before them, clearly eager to hunt them down. Shit, why did that turn her on so much? “The Masters will then begin the hunt, and they will only have thirty minutes to find each of you and collect their ribbons. Any questions?”

Adrenaline began to pump through her, and she glanced at Catrin. The image of her sucking Alex’s cock flashed through her mind. While she didn’t think she could share Alex with Melanie or Sarnai, she thought she could with Catrin because she knew Catrin loved Nico to distraction. Then she imagined kneeling next to her, sucking Nico’s dick while Alex watched, and a low groan almost escaped her. Thanks to the blonde’s openness, Jessica knew that Nico was not only well-endowed, but also extremely gifted in the art of pleasing a woman. Plus, Catrin had invited Jessica to have Nico eat her pussy so she could experience his thick lips. “Like clouds kissing your clit,” she had said.

The memory made Jessica smile at her sexually adventurous friend. Catrin smiled back, and the worried look left her gaze, replaced by excitement. She winked at Jessica before turning her attention back to a now silent Ivan.

“Go!” Ivan shouted, and Jessica ran, losing ground behind the other women as they took off.

“Split up,” the Sarnai said in a low voice. “Do not make easy.”

With that, the women began to peel off one by one as they raced away from the stables, and Jessica’s breathing deepened while the wind brushed over her body like a caress, her hair streaming out behind her as she got into her rhythm. Her competitive instincts kicked in, and she took off after the other women, her long legs eating up the ground. She’d run track in high school, and the old patterns came back of how to breathe and move her body. The sun set over the forest and grape vineyard on the isolated country manor that was a three-hour drive from Rome. They were all alone, the staff long ago dismissed, except for their bodyguards.