Alexandr's Cherished Submissive (36 page)

Bodyguards.

Shit.

Christ, Krom was going to be hunting her.

And Maks.

A naughty tingle warmed her sex while she darted off in the opposite of the direction from the one most of the other women had taken. When she saw the other side of the house, she knew why they hadn’t come this way. There was nothing but a large grassy yard, an elaborate pool complete with a two-story pool house, and a steep drop-off on the edge of the rocky hill that the house perched on. It was far too dangerous for her to even consider descending so she could either backtrack and hope she made it in time, or keep going.

Shit, she’d messed up.

No way she could find another hiding place now. She’d been running around for at least five minutes, so she had to work with this. Sprinting across the lawn, she made it into the pool house just as the horn sounded signaling the beginning of the hunt. Okay, she had to remain hidden for thirty minutes. Piece of cake. She darted for the stairs, daring a glance out the window that revealed no one was in this area yet.

The upper portion of the pool house was a loft with full bookshelves and a massive futon drowning in pillows. She saw nowhere else to go except a closet that was almost empty and a bathroom with a glass shower, so she darted into the mound of pillows, concealing herself in them as best she could. The moment she settled she became aware of how tingly her body was, of how her sex was swollen and wet. The urge to touch herself grew stronger by the second, but she managed to lace her hands together and not wiggle too much.

Silence reigned, and she was sure almost eight minutes had passed when someone entered the loft. Her pulse pounded between her legs, her nipples ached, and she found herself almost wishing that whoever was down there would find her.

She needed relief, and if she was lucky, it would be Alex.

She was not lucky.

A sharp scream escaped her when big, rough, tattooed hands pulled her back from the pillows then threw her down on them with her butt in the air.

Before she could say anything, a large palm pressed on her lower back. “Stay.”

She recognized that voice. Turning her head, she found Krom studying her sex, his wide nostrils flaring. His gaze was almost detached, but a muscle in his jaw twitched, and his broad chest lifted as he took a deep breath. He raised his hand just above her pussy. She could feel his heat and the promise of his skin, but he gave her nothing. Unable to help herself, she pushed back, seeking relief.

“Bad baby,” Krom growled out, his hand gripping her thigh. “If I took what you offer, Alex would have my head. Almost worth for taste of
pizda
. Wet, swollen. Would be hot on my dick.”

Before she could react, he jerked off one of her ribbons. “We will see what he will do to punish his little girl for being so tempting.”

She sat up, wondering if she should run again, but before she could move, someone else entered the house. He laughed when Krom said something, and she knew there was no use in running. With a sigh, she rolled over and sat up, leaning back on her elbows as Nico entered the room. He wore leather garb similar to the other men, but he had a riding crop as well. There was something about the way he held himself that was masterful and intimidating. This was a man secure in who he was, confident in his own power. Her body tightened, and she almost moaned aloud when he stopped before her, his dominant personality rolling over her, draining her will, leaving her weak before him. He ran the tip of his ridding crop over her breast and she melted for him, her muscles relaxing even as her lower belly tightened, especially when he gave the tip of her breast a little flick with the crop, the burn making her gasp then whimper.

His cold look softened. Then he leaned over then rubbed his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “My Catrin is right, you do submit beautifully. Will you send me to find her with the taste of you on my lips?”

Her thighs squeezed, and she swore her breasts were shaking with her heartbeat. “Pardon?”

His full lips twitched, humor further softening his expression. The edges of his eyes were tilted, giving him an almost Asian look, but his lips were large and, from what Catrin said, incredibly soft. Need tormented her as she thought about those lips on her pussy. Then Jessica thought about Nico and Catrin sharing a kiss with the taste of her arousal on their lips, and her desire to have him lick her increased tenfold.

Squatting before her, Nico eased her thighs open. “Safe word?”

“Butter.”

With that, he jerked her thighs wide and stared at her sex. His pleased murmur made her twist beneath him. He smacked her pussy with his hand as he scolded her, “Behave. Spoiled
malysh
. Alex is too easy with you. But you are sweet, so I understand why he is this way.”

Kneeling between her thighs, he placed his large hands on her hips, pulling her forward. The sight of the contrast of his dark skin and black leather against her pale thighs made her clit swell. At the first touch of his mouth, she gasped and clutched at his head. Catrin was right. Nico’s lips were as soft as pillows, and promptly, he used them to drive Jessica out of her mind. Not only could he eat pussy, he knew how to work her, and Jessica wondered if Catrin had told him what she liked. He looked up and held her gaze while he lapped her softly. His tongue drove her straight into a brief, intense orgasm that blind-sided her. With her raw moans still echoing through the loft, Nico continued to suckle at her flesh, rubbing his tongue against her sensitive clit and holding her in place with his strong hands. He made pleased noises, and when she was shivering with an overload of pleasure, he leaned back then stood, his mouth glossy with her release.

“Thank you.”

“Huh?” was the only thing her dazed mind could spit out.

Laughing, he gave her pussy a sharp slap with the crop. Her neck arched, and she gasped. “Krom was right. You are naughty girl. In best way.”

His erection strained against his pants when he stood. Then he grabbed a ribbon and headed out the door, passing…

Oh, shit.

Maks.

His energy seemed to fill the room, obvious enough that Nico gave Maks a curious look before leaving. With Nico gone, the tension only got worse, and she was all too aware of her debauched state. Maks stared at her, spread out before him, with such open hunger and emotion that she felt like she should cover herself. The way he wanted her made her uneasy, but she was helpless as he prowled to her, his green eyes dark, almost violent.

“Rose-red pussy, wet and hot. You torment me.”

Instead of grabbing her body, he lay down next to her on the bed then pulled her into his arms. This surprised her so much she didn’t even fight it when he pressed his lips against hers and proceeded to kiss the hell out of her. Slow and sensual, his tongue stroked against hers as she enjoyed the moment almost against her will. His arm clamped around her, pulling her so tight against him they were flush from torso to pelvis, his erection digging into her. With a low groan, he sucked on her tongue, and she rewarded him by throwing her leg over his hip, whimpering when his fingers moved lower, the tips almost touching her pussy.

He pulled back and began to whisper in Russian against her mouth, his tone so gentle…seductive in a way that could be dangerous. His fingers pressed in, grazing her wet labia, and he placed a stinging bite on her neck. A moan escaped her, and he pressed another soft kiss on her sensitive mouth. Her body wiggled against him in an instinctive plea for release. He smelled good, like a winter forest at night with hints of pine. Fresh and wild. She cautiously licked over his pulse, enjoying his groan of pleasure and the way he whispered her name.

Shit, she was playing with fire.

“Let me fuck you,” he whispered against her mouth. “When I give Alex my ribbon, let me fuck you. You almost died, Jessica. I have to feel you alive.”

Her breath came out in a rush, and she leaned up on her arm and stared down at Maks. The desperation in his words mixed with desire helped clear her head enough to understand something wasn’t right. She knew the attempt on her life had bothered him, but evidently, she’d underestimated his feelings. “Honey, I’m all right.”

His grip on her tightened. “You almost died.”

“I didn’t.” She internally sighed. She never wanted to be in a situation like that again. Not only because she had no interest in being tortured to death, but that she’d have to put up with the men in her life getting all moody. “What do I have to do to make you smile?”

“What?”

She sighed then smoothed his hair off his forehead. “I don’t like seeing you unhappy like this.”

He closed his eyes, then reached up, and stroked her face with reverent fingers. “So sweet.”

She kissed his fingertips, and his eyes opened again, calmer now, filled with more warmth than tormented worry. His gaze dropped to her breasts, and he licked his lips. “Let me taste them.”

“Maks…I’m not sure—”

Lowering his head, he blew on one tip, but before he could take it into his mouth, someone came in downstairs. With a sigh, Maks backed up and snatched a ribbon. “Think about it, Jessica. I have watched you with Alex, have watched you with Catrin and Nico. I know what you like. I would make it very good for you.”

Once again, as soon as one man left, another appeared. This time it was Master Ivan. All the breath left her body as his predatory gaze scanned over her. He stalked closer, his trench flaring slightly behind him, showcasing his thick, muscular thighs. The man was huge, and authority seemed to roll from him in pussy-tingling waves. He leaned over, grabbed both of her hands, and held them over her head, his teal eyes blazing as he restrained her.

Dipping his head down to hers, he whispered, “Kiss me, Jessica, and taste Catrin’s pussy on my lips.”

She didn’t even bother to fight it. She couldn’t. Ivan wasn’t allowing her a choice. Eager for a taste of him, she licked at Ivan’s mouth. He groaned and pressed his hips against her, teasing her wet pussy with his thick cock. The leather of his jacket creaked as he shifted, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and rock her swollen slit over his erection. She swore stars exploded behind her eyes at the first movement, and her legs clutched him tighter, her hips working against him while she panted into his mouth.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his wide chest like thunder. “The oil has made you hungry.”

He bit her lower lip hard enough to sting, and she whimpered, earning a bite on her neck this time. That sting translated to pleasure, and she growled into his mouth, swallowing his answering snarl as her body tensed harder, raw need sweeping her away. She circled her hips and let out a startled squeak when Master Ivan clasped her neck, choking her while he ground his pelvis into hers. It wasn’t choking in a scary way, but in a very controlled, dominant fashion, and it drove her crazy, the physical threat of him while he tortured her with pleasure.

A hard buzzing filled her body, exploding from her pelvis and blanketing her in ecstasy when she began to climax.

Master Ivan growled his encouragement. “You soak my pants. Can feel wet, hot pussy. Smell it.”

She could only moan and rub her nipples, the fires inside of her momentarily banked, leaving behind a drugging warmth. Leaning over her, Master Ivan began to place gentle kisses on her jaw and neck, his heavy warmth increasing the sensation of being protected, cared for. She stretched out, enjoying his touch and just living in the moment. In the distance, the horn sounded again, and Ivan pulled back and grinned. “By the way, Krom told us all where you were.”

If she could have opened her eyes, she would have glared at him. “Cheating asshole.”

Chuckling, Ivan stood then scooped her up into his arms.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Returning you to Alex.”

“I can walk.”

“And I can carry.”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Ivan burst out laughing. “Do you know how I train? I lift things that weigh four times the size of you. Could carry you for miles with no hurt.”

As if to reinforce his words, he took her down the steps and out of the pool house with almost no effort. Ivan had left his mount out front, and the beautiful roan gelding gave a soft nicker. He let her slide out of his arms to go to the horse. Happiness filled her as the beautiful creature snuffled at her before butting her hand for attention. Resting her forehead against the horse’s neck, she gave him lots of love.

“You’re just a big baby, aren’t you?” she whispered as the horse shivered when she got to an itchy spot by his ear.

Ivan swung up into the saddle, then reached down, and hauled her up with him. Instead of having her face forward, she was facing him with her thighs over his, her cheek against his wide chest. This placed his erection against her sensitive core, something she became all too aware of as the horse carried them back to the stables. Each step produced a rocking motion of her pussy against him, turning her on all over again until she wondered when the hell the effect of the damned oil was going to fade.

Just before she gave in and allowed herself to orgasm, they arrived back at the villa. Ivan lifted her from the horse and held her hand as he led her inside on shaky legs, his smile warm. When she got over how physically scary he was, Ivan was really a softy beneath it all. Gentle even when he was violent, if that made any sense. They arrived in the large living room, and each of the Doms held their submissives in their arms. She practically ran to Alex and threw herself into his arms when she saw him. She placed her mouth against his and wound her arms around his neck, drowning in the taste of him while she sank her fingers into his hair. Just the sensation of his lips was better than anything she’d experienced tonight, and she felt as if she was flooded with happiness.

He broke their kiss then growled softly, tightening his grip on her. “You taste like
pizda
. I fucking
love
it.”

Melting into his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I missed you.”

“Did you find pleasure?”

“I…yeah.” She whispered the last word as she tried to deal with the instant, almost reflexive guilt.