Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (2 page)

The moment he stepped into the spacious, well-appointed library with its floor to ceiling shelves and wide window looking out into the forest the only woman in the room looked up at him curiously from the e-reader in her hand.

Dimitri felt like he’d been punched in the gut when their eyes met.

She was stunning.

Maybe not in a conventional way, her figure was too curvy for the ultra-thin look most women seemed to strive for, but she was intensely feminine even in her casual clothes. Curled up in a large brown leather chair, she wore a pair of white shorts that exposed her lightly tanned legs and beautiful little bare feet. A peach t-shirt with a scooped neck clung to her large breasts and even though her dark chestnut hair was up in a high ponytail, it trailed over her breast to her waist, making him wonder what it would be like to have all that silky hair draped over his body.

With a perfect cupid’s bow mouth and soft cheeks she reminded him of a doll, but when his gaze met her unusual amber gold eyes everything inside of him stilled, and for the first time in his life, he found himself struck dumb by a woman. His brain refused to operate as a deep shiver of electricity washed through his nervous system, flooding him with arousal. Everything inside of him demanded that he take her and make her his. When she spoke to him, the sweet, husky lilt of her voice made him want to growl.

“Hi.”

That one simple word and the accompanying amused smile managed to break the hold she had on him.

Clearing his throat, utterly thrown off by his intense reaction, Dimitri gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb you. I did not know there was anyone here.”

She shrugged. “You didn’t disturb me.”

He held up his laptop case like a fool, scrambling to do anything other than imagine pressing her beautiful lips to his, tasting her, smelling her, rubbing that lush body all over his. “Do you mind if I work in here? I promise will be quiet.”

The smile that curved her mouth stole his breath. “Sure, no problem. I’m just reading. I hope that won’t disturb you.”

Her existence disturbed him. “No, it is fine.”

Without even really being aware of it he moved to the other side of the room to a brown leather couch with deep green throw pillows behind a heavy wood coffee table. It was as if he could feel her gaze on his back, and he had to resist the urge to flex for her. Good god, what the hell was wrong with him? He was acting so irrationally that he briefly wondered if he’d somehow been drugged.

After unzipping his laptop case with slow, deliberate movements meant to help him focus, he set his laptop down on the coffee table and opened it up, scarcely aware of his fingers moving as he tapped in the codes to get through the multiple layers of security followed by the fingerprint scan. There were dozens of emails waiting for him, some he needed to answer right away, but he stared with unseeing eyes at his screen. It took all of his willpower not to look up, to keep from trying to see if she was looking at him. He forced himself to answer an email to one of his
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about an issue with a shipment of guns moving through Serbia before he allowed himself to glance up.

Much to his disappointment she wasn’t looking at him, instead, she went back to reading her book. While he would have liked to have caught her watching him, hoping she was interested, this allowed him to study her further. Her radiant skin had an olive cast to it and he wondered what ancestry gave her complexion that beautiful tone. The clouds parted and sunlight shone through the window, bringing out faint hints of red highlights in her dark hair. Her ears were pierced twice on each side and she wore small diamond studs in those holes. He’d never considered it before, but she had beautiful ears, small and delicate. He wondered if they were sensitive.

She glanced in his direction and a slight flush colored her cheeks as she looked quickly back down at her book. Thrown off by being caught staring, he refocused on his laptop and tried to figure out how to approach her. Something told him his usual charm wouldn’t work and he found himself struggling with what to say. If his brother, Alex, could see him right now he’d be laughing his ass off. Then again, Alex would probably be telling him to get the fuck out of here and leave the girl alone and not endanger her life, to leave now before anyone noticed his fascination with her, but Dimitri couldn’t. This woman had somehow enslaved him with a glance.

Rya DeLuca read the same sentence of the romance novel for the eighth time as she tried to keep her eyes on the screen and off the huge Russian gentleman sitting on the other side of the room. When he’d opened the door her mouth had gone dry at the sight of a man who moved with a decidedly deadly grace despite his large size and filled out a suit like she couldn’t believe. With his well-kept beard, massive shoulders, thick biceps, and a deliciously muscled ass, he was lumberjack-hot despite his obvious high quality clothing. And his eyes…god, he had the most beautiful deep-set gunmetal grey eyes she’d ever seen. Powerful, mesmerizing eyes that went well with the air of authority surrounding him.

There was no doubt in Rya’s mind that this man was one hundred percent Dom, and her heart beat faster just being in the room with him.

So far, this had been one of the shittiest vacations she’d ever been on, a huge disappointment on every level. When she’d signed up for the Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction she’d been overjoyed that she’d actually been selected. Her mentor at the BDSM Club she belonged to in Buffalo, New York, had been regaling Rya with stories of the Submissive’s Wish Auction for as long as she’d been playing there.

At first, Rya had been excited that she’d been selected for the auction, then she had to battle her guilt about taking time off from work, but she couldn’t turn a chance like this down. Rya was all about living in the moment and experiencing everything life had to offer, and the Submissive’s Wish Auction was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. While she highly doubted she would find her one true love, she had been more than eager for the chance to serve a Master Dominant. Only the best of the best were allowed to bid at the auction and initially she’d been thrilled when Master Moriz won her and a lovely blonde submissive named Jean.

That is, until Rya got food poisoning.

She’d spent that night in bed at the mansion where the auction had taken place, puking her guts out, and during that short time Moriz and Jean had fallen in love. Oh, the handsome Russian man didn’t call it love, but Rya could see the sparkle in their eyes when Jean and Moriz looked at each other. Moriz didn’t have to ask Rya to step aside; she could easily read that he wanted to focus all his attention on Jean. Even more importantly, Rya saw the pain in Jean’s eyes at the thought of Rya joining them.

Moriz had put her into an opulent room of her own and gave her carte blanche use of his credit card to buy and do anything she wanted, but what Rya really wanted was to have a wild sexual experience with a good Dominant or two, and so far, they all seemed to be taken. Oh, she’d been approached by dozens of Doms, but none of them clicked with her, and since she didn’t owe any of them her service, she found herself being particularly picky. Yes, she was sure she could have had a good time with them, but something in her heart told her to wait.

Since she trusted her instincts, she’d politely, and sometimes not so politely, rejected every offer from the men so far…although she wouldn’t mind if the intensely sexy bull of a man she’d just caught staring at her approached her.

She considered talking to the bearded man first, but he seemed occupied with his work. For all she knew he was taken, but she hadn’t noticed a ring on his finger. So he probably wasn’t married, but she couldn’t imagine a man as good looking as he was being single. She barely suppressed her sigh of disappointment when she realized he probably wouldn’t be interested in her anyway. The majority of the submissives who belonged to members of the European Delegation were supermodel gorgeous. Thin, elegant, and stunning. Not that Rya had a problem with them, she enjoyed women of all kinds, but it was a bit intimidating. Rya had a classic hourglass figure and her boobs probably weighed more than most of the submissives she’d met.

Glancing up from her screen, still stuck on the same sentence she’d been reading since the hot lumberjack guy walked into the library, she found him watching her again with a decidedly hungry look. The immediate flood of moisture between her thighs would have been embarrassing, but the loud sigh of delight that escaped her trumped that. Utterly embarrassed by her lack of self-control, she quickly looked down back at her book and loudly cleared her throat, hoping that maybe he hadn’t noticed.

When he gave a deep, rumbling chuckle she debated running out the door. Damn, this crazy shyness wasn’t like her. Usually, she could hold her own in any situation, but one look from that sexy bastard and she was reduced to a blushing mess. Hell, they’d barely spoken and her nipples were pressing against her thin t-shirt in a most embarrassing manner.

She swore the sexual tension thickened in the room until she became hyperaware of her every move, afraid to look up to see if he was still watching her. Her skin felt sensitive to the slightest breeze, and she hoped that he didn’t notice how she was fighting the need to squirm and press her thighs together. When she’d dressed this morning she anticipated a leisurely few hours spent reading in silence, never imaging that anyone else would be using the library what with all the sexual excess available throughout the lodge.

She wondered again if he was single.

Her curiosity battled with her unusual bout of shyness, and just as she was about to introduce herself, the door to the library opened.

Tusya, the sexy blond Russian guy who was a switch in denial of his submissive side, entered and he immediately looked for her. With his lovely auburn-haired submissive trailing behind him with a collar and leash around her neck he approached Rya and she couldn’t help but grin at the slightly disgruntled look on his handsome face. They’d played poker last night and Tusya had lost to her, big time. The poor guy was obviously dying to submit to her, but for whatever reason, he was in hardcore denial. She found it funny that Moriz and the rest of Tusya’s friends seemed oblivious to the fact, but then again, she often saw things other people didn’t. Her mother had the same gift, and while Rya didn’t quite think it was a psychic thing, she could spot a lie a mile away and was very good at reading people. Which was one of the reasons she’d kicked Tusya’s ass at poker.

Part of her hadn’t actually expected him to pay up on his bet, but here he was, giving her use of his submissive for two hours. Katya, the petite auburn haired submissive, had seemed eager to serve Rya, so she hadn’t objected when he bet that if he won, he’d get Rya’s service for two hours, and if she won she’d get Katya’s service. However, she had a sneaking suspicion that Tusya would have liked to have been the one being ordered around by her instead. She might have indulged him, but he was in such denial that she really didn’t have the time or the desire to dig through his bullshit to get him to admit a truth he seemed to hide, even from himself.

Tusya’s pale blue eyed gaze went from Rya, then over to the man on the couch, and his full lips thinned. They exchanged a greeting in Russian, and she didn’t like the way Tusya seemed to dismiss her. Not only was it rude, but it was setting a bad example in front of Katya. If her Dom didn’t respect Rya, neither would she.

Clearing her throat, Rya said, “It is rather poor manners to speak in a language that not everyone in the room understands, that is, assuming your friend knows English.”

Just as she intended, the verbal zing hit its target and Tusya stiffened before turning to her and tilting his head in her direction. “Forgive me for my poor manners.”

It was a struggle to keep from looking at the sexy Dom across the room, to see what his reaction was to her calling out Tusya, but she didn’t dare. “Forgiven.”

Tusya started to speak in Russian, then switched to English. “Katya, present.”

Dressed in a sheer brown summer dress shot with threads of gold, the pretty Russian woman knelt before Rya with her eyes down. Indulging herself, Rya stroked her fingers through the girl’s short auburn hair, enjoying the silky strands running through her fingers. She took note of how Katya’s nipples stiffened and smiled. “She is lovely.”

“Thank you.” Tusya said in a formal tone.

“What are her limits?”

“She has no limits.”

Blinking up at the blond man, she tilted her head. “So you are trusting me not to harm her?”

His mouth opened and closed, that vulnerability entering his gaze before he nodded, once again stiff and cold. “I am.”

“Then I am honored by your gift, but I would still like her to give me a safeword, please.”

He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Her safeword is Tusya.” For the first time since they met a real smile curved the edges of his full lips. “Katya is trained in pleasuring a woman. She enjoys pampering beautiful women, so use her as you wish.”

“I will. Thank you.” She held out her hand and Tusya stared at her a moment before placing Katya’s leash in it.

When he didn’t move she had to hide a smile, knowing that he wished to stay, but she couldn’t allow that. Truly, she had no desire to top or bottom for Tusya, and the intensity of his need made her slightly uneasy. If he was giving her Katya to play with she was going to fully indulge herself, but not with him here.

“I will return her to you in two hours.”

He licked his lower lip, his gaze darting over to where the other Dom sat, no doubt silently watching them. “Are you sure? I would enjoy watching you dominate her.”

She put an edge of steel into her voice, channeling that inner strength deep within her that would never submit to a man she viewed as being less than her equal in terms of dominance. “I’m sure.”

He stiffened and gave her an almost regal nod. “Then I will leave you alone.”