Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (3 page)

When she didn’t reply the slightest tinge of regret seeped into his eyes, but he turned and left.

Wanting to sigh, but also needing to focus on the girl kneeling so prettily before her, Rya leaned forward and cupped Katya’s chin. “So, sweet girl, what is it you can do for me?”

Katya licked her lips, distress filling her expression. “My English not so good.”

Well, that put a wrinkle in things. Maybe she should have kept Tusya around so he could translate. Crap.

From across the room the sexy beast she’d been trying to ignore spoke. “If you like, I translate for you.”

She looked up at the hot lumberjack and tried to keep her expression smooth. “And you are?”

His lips twitched into an almost smile that made her want to sigh. “My name is Dimitri. And you are…?”

“Rya DeLuca.” She looked down at Katya. “Are you okay with this?”

Without asking Dimitri translated for her and she tried to ignore how utterly sexy he sounded when he spoke Russian. Katya visibly brightened and nodded. “Yes. Master Dimitri good.”

Not sure what to make of that, she arched a brow when Katya turned to the Dom, speaking in Russian. He smiled at Katya, then met Rya’s gaze. “She said that you can trust me, that I will not press where I am not wanted, and that she does not mind me watching. But what about you, Rya? Do you mind if I watch you with Katya?”

She licked her suddenly dry lips, wondering how the dynamics of this situation had suddenly become so complicated. Without even trying Dimitri had taken charge of the situation, yet she was still Dominant to Katya. It was as if she was both a top and a bottom at once and she found the sensation to be exhilarating. The best of both worlds.

Excitement zinged through her and she barely managed to contain her smile. Realizing he was waiting for an answer, she tried to keep her expression nonchalant as she said, “As long as you can keep your hands to yourself.”

He gave that rich chuckle again that sent chills up and down her spine. “I believe I can control myself.”

He stood abruptly and began to put away his laptop. “Where is your room?”

“What?”

“Katya takes great joy from serving.” He frowned for a moment. “I do not know right words, but she likes to run bath, massage, give you pleasure. It would be hard to do in this room.”

Her imagination suddenly ran wild with thoughts of Dimitri watching Katya pleasure her, of wondering if he had enough self-control to truly only watch, and praying that he didn’t. “Good point.”

She picked up her eReader and stood, absently stroking Katya’s hair as Dimitri came closer. He was a big man, wide and solid. Her head came up to just below his collarbone and he smelled really, really good. Crisp and clean, reminding her somehow of the woods in winter. Up close she could see the dark grey eyes and she wanted to rub up against him in the worst way.

Trying to get her libido under control, and figure out if he had a submissive without being obvious, she said, “Would you like your girl to join you?”

The faint lines around his eyes deepened and she had a feeling he was laughing at her even though his expression remained stoic. “I do not have a girl. Do you have Master who will join, beautiful Rya?”

The way he almost growled out the R in her name made her sink deeper into the fog of lust that seemed to surround him. She wasn’t surprised when her voice came out soft as a whisper as she said, “No.”

“Good. If you will show way to your room, I will follow.” Nodding, still caught up in gazing into his eyes, she just stood there before he cleared his throat. “If you will.”

Blinking rapidly, wondering how the hell things had gotten so out of control so quickly, she moved away from him. “Follow me.”

Dimitri was in hell. Gorgeous, lush, ball-pounding hell.

Across the expansive black marble bathroom, his bathroom, Katya was helping Rya into the warm water of the bath she’d drawn for her temporary Mistress. He’d suggested his room after he found out that Rya had a very nice, but standard bathroom while he had a suite with a massive tub. Plus, the idea of having her here, touching his things appealed to him. He tried to tell himself that they were here merely because he knew his room was secure, but that wasn’t the whole truth. They were here because he wanted Rya in his room and he wanted to keep her here. Giggles rose from behind him and he inwardly groaned. While he could hear their light laughter, he’d been asked to turn his back while Rya got into the bubble bath.

When he’d volunteered for this he envisioned watching one of his favorite things on earth, two women playing with each other. Instead he’d been tortured by being politely, but firmly, asked to avert his eyes whenever Rya was in a state of undress. It made his already unhealthy fascination with the woman grow to an almost unbearable level. He couldn’t think of the last time a woman had refused him…well, anything. That was part of the appeal of only having women he paid for their companionship in his life.

If he wanted it, they did it.

Then again, he’d never felt for the kept women what he found himself feeling for Rya and that worried him. If he was a smart man, he’d distance himself from this, look at it from an objective standpoint, and get the hell away from Rya once they were done. But he already feared he’d become trapped by the lovely woman with amber eyes and a very strong will. It fascinated him to see her be so dominant with both Katya and Tusya, yet when she looked at him she somehow softened. He liked that he had that effect on her. A lot.

“You can turn around now, Dimitri,” Rya said in a low, content voice. “Thank you for respecting my modesty.”

There was a hint of laughter in her last words. When he turned from where he leaned against the wall, he took in the sight before him, trying to hold back his tortured groan. Rya leaned back against the edge of the large cream-colored jetted porcelain tub, surrounded by mounds of bubbles that hid her delectable body from his sight. Katya was naked, but he’d played with her before and while she was fun, she didn’t hold one-tenth of the allure that Rya did. He schooled his features into the impassive mask he assumed in public and nodded to Rya.

She gave him a lazy smile, her long hair twisted up into a bun on top of her head. “Can you tell Katya that I would like her in the bath with me? And that I would like her to wash me, please, but all beneath the bubbles.”

He swallowed hard, but nodded. It seemed little Rya liked to tease. “Of course.”

After relaying the orders, Katya slipped into the bath with Rya, wet a wash cloth and began to work up a lather with a bar of his personal soap. While Katya had a nice, svelte little body, she did nothing for him in the face of Rya’s rich sensuality. As Katya washed Rya, he liked the idea of Rya smelling like him. Even though it was a masculine fragrance, he enjoyed he thought of everyone around her knowing she’d been here, in his bathroom, smelling of his custom-blended fragrance. Katya’s hands disappeared beneath the bubbles and Rya let out a soft sigh.

“Tell me about yourself, Dimitri. You’re so dark and mysterious, perhaps even dangerous. What wicked things do you do?” He stiffened and immediately and the fine lines around her eyes deepened as a blush heated her already rosy cheeks. “I’m sorry, that was meant to come out as a joke.”

Moriz had told him Rya was perceptive, but not many people could read him as well as she seemed to. He’d been trained to show no emotion, to give away nothing, but she’d detected his discomfort. Who was this woman? “My tale dull and boring. I find you interesting, little Rya. It is unusual name for an American, yes?”

She leaned back against the small towel placed behind her head on the edge of the tub and shrugged, her smoothly rounded shoulders briefly lifting above the bubbles. “My mother wanted to name me after my father. His name was Ryan. He passed away before I was born.”

“I am sorry for your loss.”

“It’s okay.”

He could still detect the hint of pain in her voice and it made him feel like a bastard. “I was named after my mother’s brother. He passed before I was born as well.”

She smiled and a dimple appeared in her cheek that he wanted to kiss. “Well, we have that in common. But don’t feel bad, while I miss never knowing my dad, I had over a dozen surrogate fathers. He left me in good hands.”

“What do you mean?”

Instead of answering him, her gaze grew heavy and she let out a soft moan that made his mouth dry. While they’d been speaking Katya had evidently moved up Rya’s legs and he was pretty sure right now she was washing Rya’s pussy. He wanted to plunge his hand beneath the warm water and find out if Rya kept her sex bare, or if she had those lovely, soft curls he so enjoyed on a woman’s cunt.

Keeping himself in check was difficult, but he loved watching the way Rya’s neck arched and the small gasp that escaped her. Katya seemed captivated by the American woman, not that he could blame her. There was just something about Rya that was so sensual. Still, he was curious and wanted the woman’s mind on him. It was selfish, he should let her enjoy Katya’s skills, but he wanted Rya’s attention and did not want to share it.

“I do not understand. You had many fathers?”

“Hmmm?” She turned her head and opened her golden eyes, the heat in her gaze stroking over his face like a caress of sunlight.

“Answer me, Rya.”

The edge of command in his voice seemed to reach her and she bit her lower lip before answering. “My father was a biker.”

“What is that?”

Katya moved away from Rya’s sex and lifted the other woman’s arm from the water. “This is hard to explain to someone not familiar with American culture. My father belonged to a biker club. He was high up in their ranks, and when he was killed in a motorcycle accident, the other members of club helped my mother raise me.”

Not used to being out of his element, he found himself paying more attention to what Rya was saying than the erotic visual of her being bathed. “What is a biker club?”

To his surprise her expression closed down and she gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I can’t talk about it. Club business.”

“Of course. May I ask what your full name is?”

“Why?”

“I am curious about you. Often you can tell something about someone by their full name.”

She shrugged and he marveled at her trusting nature. “Rya Marie DeLuca.”

“Marie DeLuca, you are part Italian? Sicily?”

Her laughter echoed through the room and she sat forward while Katya scrubbed her back. “Among other things, yes, I’m Italian.”

“What other blood do you have flowing in your veins?”

“Well, I’m fourth generation American so I have quite a bit of blood. Italian, German, French, Spanish, and even some Havasupai.”

“What is Havasupai?”

“They’re a Native American tribe in the US desert southwest. My grandfather on my Mom’s side was full blood Havasupai.”

“You are interesting woman. If you will excuse me for a moment I must attend to some business.”

Leaving the room, he took out his cell phone and called one of his trusted men.

After two rings Stefan picked up. “Hello, Dimitri. How is America?”

“Good. I need you to do a background check for me.”

“Of course.”

“Her name is Rya Marie DeLuca. American, part of the Submissive’s Wish Auction.”

“Age?”

“Probably early to mid twenties, maybe between twenty three and twenty five. She is five foot three, with brown hair and hazel eyes.”

“Any idea what region she is from?”

He frowned, trying to think if he could place her slight accent. “She is not from the southern United States, but other than that I do not know. Her father passed before she was born and his name was Ryan. He was part of a biker club. I want information on this club as well.”

“When do you need this information?”

“As soon as possible. And this is confidential, understood?”

“Of course.”

He hung up and tapped his phone against his mouth, his thoughts totally occupied by Rya. Maybe if he knew more about her his obsession with her would lessen. Yes, he was sure that once he had sex with her she would lose her appeal. But he didn’t want to rush her. She deserved to have her desires attended to.

Dimitri had no idea how long he’d been standing there, staring out the window and trying to tell himself that his interest in Rya wasn’t dangerous before movement from the bathroom caught his attention. Dressed only in a thick white towel, Rya smiled at him as she walked into his room with a definite sway to her hips. The sunlight made her skin glow as if she was lit from within, and he was suffused with the need to kiss her pink cheeks and fill his hands with her water-warmed breasts.

“Thank you for lending me your bath.”

He took a step forward, needing to touch the damp skin of her neck with his lips. “My bath is very lucky to have such beauty in it.”

Katya rubbed her cheek against Rya’s shoulder like an affectionate kitten and Rya reached back, stroking her face. “I’ll take Katya back to my room now.”

“No.” Both women startled at his stern voice, so he tried to soften his expression and reassure them. “Please, use my room.”

“Why?”

He told her the truth. “I do not think you safe alone.”

She smiled at him, the dimple that he wanted to kiss so badly showing up again. “I can assure you, I know how to take care of myself. Besides, who would hurt us here?”

Gritting his teeth, he wanted to tell her about Borya, how the man was responsible for running the prostitution network for the Sokolov
Bratva
and was always looking for new women, but she had no need to hear any of that. That, in and of itself, did not make Borya a bad person. After all, Dimitri was responsible for the prostitutes who worked for his family, but unlike Dimitri, Borya bought and sold women on the black market, addicting them to cheap drugs and using them in his whorehouses until they died.

With these thoughts racing through his head he tried to keep his face blank and shrugged. “There is danger everywhere.”

“You’re really worried about me, aren’t you?”