Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (18 page)

A smooth, mellow kind of music he’d never heard before came through the speakers and he absently noted people in the restaurant watching them with a smile. “What is this song?”

“It’s
I Only Have Eyes for You
by the Flamingos. This was my grandparents’ favorite.” Rya watched him with a small smile. “Listen to the words.”

He bowed to her and she giggled, then curtsied. With a well-practiced move he swung her into his arms, letting her twirl through the air with a laugh that made him feel like the luckiest man in the world, her small heels kicking. She was so petite, but such a sweet armful, and she was fun to dance with. Without even trying she followed him gracefully through the moves, almost like she knew where he was going to step before he did. The energy between them, this perfect connection, was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and he found himself drowning in the amber depths of her eyes.

Her expression went soft and she moved one hand up to let her fingers trace over his beard. She seemed to like his facial hair and he loved how the soft scruff made her shiver. He wanted to do that right now, to slip his hands beneath her dress and caress her tight nipples. They tormented him, poking out from the thin silk of her dress and begging for his lips. Not getting a raging hard-on was becoming more difficult by the second, but he didn’t need to give the other couples watching them and smiling the wrong kind of show.

The song ended and they stopped, their chests pressed together as she smiled up at him. Unable to help himself, he lifted her for a kiss. As her mouth opened beneath his the group of drunk men over in the corner started to throw out ribald remarks about their kiss. Anger filled Dimitri and he was moving out of the patio area to go beat their filthy mouths shut without thought.

How fucking dare they even
look
at his woman?

“Fuck,” Rya said from behind him and a moment later she was in front of him and jumped up, lacing her hands around his neck then wrapping her legs around his waist.

He froze and looked down at her, his anger still beating through is blood. “Rya, let me go. I need to teach those
yeblans
to not talk about my woman.”

She shocked him when she jerked his head back with her small fist in his hair and bit him on the side of the neck hard. He automatically grabbed her ass and she pulled back, glaring at him. In an angry whisper she said, “Fuck that shit. The last thing I want to happen is have you go to jail for killing a bunch of drunk pricks. Let it go. Take me back to our room and fuck me instead. Please, Dimitri. We have so little time together. Look around you. You’re scaring people.”

Two of the drunk men in the corner were laughing, but a few of them were attempting to shut their companions up, casting worried glances his way. There were other couples there and they definitely looked scared. A few had their cell phones out and he gritted his teeth, realizing his woman spoke the truth. This was not Russia. While he would get out of any legal trouble that came his way, it would waste what time he had with Rya and leave a paper trail leading back to her.

He took a deep breath and turned, still carrying her wrapped around him as they left the bar. “Do not do that again. You could be hurt stepping between men fighting. And why did you bite my neck?”

To his surprise she laughed. “My step-dad and his friends have short tempers. I’ve seen my Mom have to do that with Rock a couple times. She says biting his neck is like biting a pissed off horse’s ear. It makes them stop and pay attention to something other than their anger.”

Shaking his head, he let Rya slide down his front when they reached the outdoors. “I see where you get your foolish bravery from.”

She socked him in the arm. “Don’t make fun of my mom.”

Overhead, a brilliant star-filled sky stretched out over them, and he picked up their pace, wanting to get back to their room and give Rya her present. He’d ordered it last night and received a call from the hotel that it had arrived and had been placed in the safe in their suite as he’d requested. It was extravagant, but he had more money than he could spend on himself in ten lifetimes. The baubles were his way of making sure that Rya not only knew how much he valued the time she’d given him, but that she would be taken care of financially. If she sold his gifts she’d never have to work another day in her life. It gave him peace and eased his heart to know he’d provided that for her.

By the time they reached their room Rya had gone quiet and when he stole glances at her the look on her face was melancholy.

Swiping his card and opening the door, he held it for her as she walked in. “Little Rya, where is your smile? Have I made you sad?”

She shook her head and pasted on a bright, false smile. “No, I’m fine. Just having a hard time taking my own advice and living in the moment.”

“Come here,
zaika moya
, and I will make sure you know nothing but me.”

Letting out an unsteady breath, Rya devoured Dimitri with her gaze, wanting to memorize every inch of the ruggedly beautiful man watching her just as close. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man and she was determined not to waste a moment with him. Thoughts of leaving him tried to intrude, but she pushed them back, desperate to not think of the pain ahead of her.

“Dimitri?”

“Yes?”

She flushed and looked down. The fantasy she was about to tell him had been one of her favorites for a long, long time, but she’d never found a man she trusted enough, who was kinky enough not to call her weird or suggest therapy to indulge in it.

“Would you…that is…I have this fantasy…”

He made a deep, rumbly sound that went straight to her pussy. “Tell me your secret thoughts, Rya. Tell your Master what you want.”

Man, now that she’d opened her big mouth she found the words frozen in her throat. She shouldn’t want these things, they were wrong and even though she knew people indulged in this role play all the time, she couldn’t help feeling like a freak. Normal women didn’t want things like this, she should—

Her thoughts shattered when Dimitri gripped her nipples and pinched them hard, sending painful zings of confusing pleasure through her. “Tell me.”

“I want to fight you. I want you to force me to fuck you.”

A slow, sensual, sexy as hell smile curved his lips. “You want to struggle, yes? For me to overpower you and hold you down? But will still have safeword. That is non-negotiable.”

Mesmerized by his gunmetal eyes, she nodded. “Yes.”

Increasing his pinch on her nipples, he pulled her forward by her breasts until she stood toe to toe. “How much do you want to fight? You want to slap, kick me?”

“No, I mean I might try to hit you but more like wresting.”

“Would you like me to force you to orgasm?” She hesitated and he released one of her nipples, instead grabbing her ponytail and wrapping it around his fist. “Tell me, Rya, or I will tie you up and leave you in the corner all night instead of fucking you until you scream my name.”

All the blood in her body seemed go to her pussy which contracted hard enough to make her moan. “I want you to overpower me, to force me to enjoy it. To take away
all
my control. I won’t give in to you, you have to take it. I want to trust you but I can’t just give myself to you completely. You have to earn my trust. Yes, I realize how fucked up that sounds, and it’s not topping from the bottom or anything like that. I just need to know you’re strong enough to protect me, okay? That I can’t beat you in a fight. I’ve never done this with anyone before, but please don’t judge me harshly.”

“Harshly? Oh
dorogaya
, how can you not know that I worship you? Nothing you say will drive me away.” He tilted her head back and gave her a soft, wet, hot kiss that left her whimpering. “I’m going to release you and you have to count of ten to run,
zaika moya
, then your
volk
will come hunting.
Da
?”

“
Da
, I mean yes.” She sucked in a quick breath of air, her mind already sinking into her subspace.

“Fight me, curse me, tell me no, but I will take you hard and rough unless you safeword.” He stepped back and began to unbutton his shirt. “Ten.”

The first bit of his skin came into view and she let out a soft moan.

“Nine.”

Another button, more skin and those long fingers of his moving with consummate grace.

“Eight.”

She looked up, her heart pounding in her throat as she watched his expression close down, become cold, dangerous.

Fuck, she loved it when he looked evil.

“Seven.”

His shirt was almost all the way unbuttoned now and she sucked in a quick gasp of air at the sight of his big cock pressing against the fabric of his pants.

“Six.”

Toeing off the beautiful copper Prada heels that Dimitri had bought for her, she took a stumbling step back, her mind and body still entirely focused on him. He shrugged out of his shirt, the thick muscles of his body moving beneath his beautiful skin. The hard line between his pectoral muscles drew her gaze and she wanted to lick him there, to kiss the body that housed such a strong heart.

“Five.”

Adrenaline flooded her and she finally managed to look away from Dimitri when he bent to take his boots off. With a little squeak she took a few steps back, looking around for the best way to run.

“Four.”

Spinning on her heel, she darted across the room, heading for the stairs.

“Three.”

She reached the edge of the couch.

“Two.”

The stairs were too far away so she turned and moved so the couch was between them, balancing on the balls of her feet.

“One.”

He came at her like an enraged bull, jumping onto the couch and almost grabbing her before she spun and ran. His surprised laugh rumbled behind her and before she could draw a breath he had her by her ponytail. With a hard tug that stung her scalp he drew her back to him, but she grabbed his wrist and managed to twist it to make him release her hair before sweeping his feet out from under him. The look of shock on his face was almost funny, but she didn’t stick around to watch, instead running for the stairs.

She managed to reach the second step before he reached her again, this time grabbing the back of her dress. Holding onto the railing, she lunged forward and the dress ripped with a loud snarl of fabric. Her knees hit the steps with a painful thump, but most of the impact was absorbed by his arm wrapping around her waist. Her mind focused entirely on escaping him, desire and fear mixing together in her bloodstream in a way that made her fiercely aroused, but she wasn’t giving up.

Shifting her weight, she managed bring her foot up between them and kicked him back, his grip loosening enough for her to scramble up a few more steps before he grabbed the edge of her ripped dress. He dragged her back to him and she tore the clasp of the halter top from around her neck, leaving him with a handful of fabric.

From behind her Dimitri snarled, “
Sic sukam sim.
”

She had no idea what that meant, but he sounded pissed. After reaching the top of the stairs she bolted to the right, intending to reach the bathroom and lock herself in. Before she got three steps he grabbed her ponytail again, but this time when he drew her to him he put her in a head lock her MMA teacher would have loved. She tried to kick him again, but he slammed her into the wall and pinned her there.

It didn’t hurt, but it did limit her options for movement. She struggled against him, calling him every swear word in the book while his hard cock rubbed into her body.

“What do we have here?” Dimitri said in a threatening growl. “A little bitch who thinks she can escape me. I’m going to fuck you and there is nothing you can do about it.”

He shoved his hand between her legs and tore away the pretty white silk underwear that she’d found in his bag. The whole time she kept trying to push him off, but it was like trying to move a boulder. An involuntary cry of pleasure rang out from her when his fingers slipped between her legs and stroked her slit.

“So wet for me. You like this, don’t you. You want me to shove my cock in your greedy cunt.”

“Fuck you,” she gasped out and tried to keep from succumbing to his skilled touch.

“You protest, but your hot
pizda
sucks at my fingers.”

She was going to assume he meant her pussy, which was indeed clamping down on his long, rough finger slowly pressing into her body. It was such a turn on that no matter how hard she fought him, he was still taking what he wanted from her. Letting herself slip deeper into the role, she gave a whimper and battled the urge to ride his finger that was moving slowly, so goddamn slowly, inside of her.

“Let me go you asshole!” She turned and tried to bite him, but he just pressed her harder against the wall.

He removed his finger from her pussy and fumbled with his jeans while she attempted to squirm out of his hold. Soon the hot flesh of his cock pressed against her and she froze, the wetness from the crest anointing her back. No, if he fucked her she would never be able to resist. Forcing herself to relax, she wiggled her butt back at him and smiled when he growled and slightly loosened his grip on her.

Instead of trying to push him away, she simply dropped her weight, then rolled off to the side. Once again his surprised laugh made her smile and she bolted for the bed, intending to crawl beneath it. Just as she reached the edge Dimitri picked her up and threw her onto the mattress, grabbing her ankle as she tried to scramble away. With a shriek she kicked back at him but he easily dodged her foot. Fuck, he was so strong and such a good fighter that she could give it her all and he would take it without getting hurt.

The thought made her wild and her clit throbbed while she kicked out at him again, tried to hit him, and fought him while snarling incoherent insults. The sheets twisted around their bodies and sweat slicked their skin as she continued to struggle. Dimitri managed to flip her over onto her stomach, his denim-clad legs pressing against hers, but his deliciously bare dick rubbing against her buttocks.