Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (38 page)

Her arousal grew until she was grinding her slit against Gia’s eager mouth and the moment the other woman began to suckle on her clit Rya came, hard.

She screamed against Dimitri’s mouth and he seemed to try and eat the sound from her, sucking at her lips, licking the inside of her mouth, basically ravaging her until her legs shook. Gia grasped onto Rya’s hips and continued to torment her overly sensitive clit, sending streaks of pleasure and pain through her as she tried to move away from the other woman’s eager mouth. Dimitri growled and held her in place, making her take the overstimulation, making her endure the slap of the flogger, the edge of Gia’s teeth, then her mind shut down until she was clinging to him and making incoherent sounds of both need and pain.

The craving to feel his skin overwhelmed her and she tore at his shirt, trying to get to his warmth beneath. With a muttered oath Dimitri broke their kiss long enough to remove his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants. He lifted her from Gia and Rya squirmed in his arms, trying to grasp his cock. With a low growl he gently set her into a sex swing and quickly strapped her ankles to the chains and cuffs dangling from overhead so that her legs were up in the air and spread wide while her body was cradled by the black leather swing.

After removing his pants he stalked to her, his erection swaying just the slightest bit with his stride.

“Please, Master,” she cried out when he stroked her thighs. “Take me. Please.”

Gia cried out from somewhere to her right in what sounded like a good orgasm, but Rya’s attention was totally on Dimitri and his cock. She ached for him, needed that connection between them, and even though Gia had done a wonderful job giving her pleasure, nothing compared to the sensation of her Master owning her. Her clit throbbed to the beat of her heart and when he positioned himself at her entrance she shivered.

“Look at me,” Dimitri said with a snarl.

She did as she was told, forcing her gaze to meet his as he thrust into her, fighting her body’s natural reaction to clamp down while he forced her to accept him. Nothing felt as good as his shaft inside of her. She wiggled against him, trying to get more of him inside of her, but the sex swing held her immobile, totally under his control. Grasping the chains next to her head, Rya used that little bit of leverage to rub against him and she had to bite her lip in an effort to keep from coming, to ride that edge between almost having her release and the wonderfully terrible tension filling her.

Sweat stood out on Dimitri’s face and chest and she wanted to lean up and lick it off, but he chose that moment to begin to slide in and out of her wet sex, stroking her until he found her g-spot. With her legs up in the air like this he managed to hit that pad of nerves just right, driving her out of her fucking mind with the need to come.

Using his thumb on her clit, he said, “Give me your pleasure.”

He pulled all the way out and she screamed out her orgasm, loving the intensity of her g-spot climax. The hot rush of her release poured out of her soaking Dimitri’s cock as he shoved it into her again.

“So sexy,” he said in a strained voice. “You will do that again for me. I love to watch you climax, is favorite thing in world.”

He fucked her mercilessly, so hard and fast that she lost all control of her body, the orgasm blasting through her as she once again screamed out, clutching the chains and soaking Dimitri with her release. He rubbed his fingers over her pussy, then spread the wetness over her mound and up her belly before licking his fingers. “Sweet cunt, my sweet cunt.”

She could only nod as he picked up the pace again, his jaw clenched, his gaze focused only on her. She was vaguely aware of Ivan and Gia playing near them, of the sounds of their enjoyment mixing with her own, but Dimitri was the center of her universe. He leaned over her and gripped the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to his so he could kiss her while fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy throbbed and she clenched on him, wanting to make her Master feel good, wanting to give him everything she had to offer.

He moaned against her lips and his thrusts became disjointed as he said, “You come with me. Wait.”

Fire burned through her spine, flooding every nerve from her toes to the top of her head with pleasure until she was as tense as a statue beneath him, trying to fight off her orgasm.

“Can’t…Master…going…”

He shuddered, “Come,
zaika moya
.”

Two more thrusts and he roared out his release above her, sending her own climax blasting through her. She was hyperaware of his heat pouring into her, of the clank of the chains as the swing shook with their combined release, of how she was whispering his name in a broken voice. At this moment, she felt so alive that she couldn’t help but cry as her emotions went out of control and all walls between her and Dimitri fell. Her heart opened to him and she clung to him, whispering how much he meant to her, how scared she’d been without him, and how much she loved him.

They were the only people in the universe, and when she slowly began to return to earth, she found that she was no longer in the dungeon, but in their bedroom. The lights were out but a full moon reflected off the ocean beyond the windows. Dimitri was curled around her to the point where every inch of her body that could be covered by his, was. She stirred against him and let out an exhausted laugh.

“Wow.”

He was silent for a few moments, stroking her arms gently before he said, “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“Do you love me?”

Uncomfortable, but still buzzing from the overwhelming amount of hormones and endorphins spinning through her blood, she nodded. “I do.”

“Say it.”

“Say it?”

“Please, Rya, say it.”

His voice held such uncertainty that she cuddled into him and whispered, “I love you, Dimitri Novikov.”

The long sigh he let out would have been comical if she hadn’t been waiting for him to say it back. “Thank you.”

She waited, but he said nothing, only cuddling her. Hurt, she nodded and tried to get out of his arms. “I have to use the restroom.”

He eased up his hold and rolled off the bed. “Come, I wash you.”

“I can do it myself,” she said with a bit of snap in her voice.

“Come.”

Giving him a disgruntled look, she let him lead her to the blue and white bathroom. The bright lights stung her eyes and she muttered an apology before lowering them. “I will join you in a moment.”

While she took care of business she managed to keep her tears at bay long enough to turn the shower on and step beneath its spray. Lifting her face to the oversized shower head she let the tears fall, but tried to muffle her cries. Okay, so Dimitri might be really fond of her, but he didn’t love her. She could deal with that. Well no, actually she couldn’t but she didn’t have a choice. She was in love with a man who might not be capable of loving her back. On an intellectual level she knew that his fucked up childhood, and hell, his fucked up adult life might have made it extremely hard for him to allow himself to love anyone. She really had no right to be mad at him, but damn, it hurt.

The shower door opened but she ignored Dimitri as he joined her. She grabbed a bar of soap from the shelf in the shower and turned away, pretending to wash herself.

He tried to take the soap from her but she jerked her hand away. “I’m almost done.”

“Rya? What is wrong?”

“Nothing.”

He tried to get her to turn around and face him, but she managed to push away. “Just let me rinse off and the shower is all yours.”

Frowning, he pulled her unwilling body against his. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing.” She refused to look at him, instead focusing on the tile wall of the shower.

“Did I hurt you?”

She wanted to scream yes, but instead she gave him a stiff, “No.”

“Do not lie.”

“Fine. I don’t want to talk about it.”

He made a frustrated growling noise. “Tell me what is wrong.”

“No.”

“I will spank it out of you.”

She shoved at his chest, but it was like trying to shove at a tree. “Just leave me alone, okay?”

“No, I will not leave you alone. You are mine, Rya. I will never leave you alone.”

She shouted in anger, “Why the fuck do you want me? You don’t love me. What’s the point?”

Taking in a deep breath, he then grasped her wet hair and forced her to look at him. “You think I do not love you?”

Trying to keep her lower lip from trembling she shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. Just…just leave me alone. I need time to think.”

He laughed. “You are foolish.”

She wanted so badly to knee him in the nuts right now it wasn’t even funny. “And you’re an asshole.”

That stopped his laughter and he glared at her. “You are not going anywhere. You are mine.”

“I don’t want to be yours,” she yelled and tried to jerk his hand out of her hair. “I want you to want me because you love me, not because you want to
own
me.”

“But I do want to own you. I want to keep every one of your smiles for myself, to be the source of all of your joy, to surround myself with you because you are my light, Rya. You are my warmth, my heart, my soul. I love you more than you can possibly imagine, foolish girl.”

She stopped struggling and peered up at him through the water. “You love me?”

“I’ve been in love with you from the moment we met.” He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “You are the first woman I have ever loved, and you will be the last. Why would you doubt that?”

“But you didn’t say it back,” she whispered against his mouth as her body melted into his.

He nipped her lips. “You do not remember me saying it back, but I did and I will as many times as you need to hear it to believe it. I love you, Rya DeLuca, and I will never let you go.”

Rya took a deep breath and smiled at Dimitri as he helped her from the backseat of his navy blue Bentley three days later. She’d gained a nice tan from their time in South Carolina and sent a silent thank you to Gia for being such an awesome hostess. During the day she and Gia went shopping, or to a spa, then usually to a bar eating decadent appetizers and getting tipsy under the combined stares of their bodyguards. When they came home at night, the men would make them dinner, then take them down to the dungeon to play. It had been a very relaxing, indulgent few days and she was ever so grateful to Dimitri for giving them to her. Spending time with him like that, with his friends, was really, really nice. She could easily see herself being with Dimitri for the rest of her life and the notion didn’t scare her like it should. That was proof that Dimitri had a magic touch that could make everything wonderful.

Damn, he’d fucked her stupid.

Giving herself a little mental shake to clear her mind of the arousing image of Dimitri fucking her, she took a deep breath of the chilly air and tugged her fox fur jacket closer around her. She’d felt odd wearing such a luxurious jacket until she realized a lot of women wore fur because it was cold as fuck in Moscow at the moment. They were somewhere near the Embassy district in the massive city. They finally arrived at the location of her new home after driving through the heavy traffic for what seemed like hours. Rya hadn’t been sure what to expect, but this luxury high rise apartment building with a huge private park/garden wasn’t it. This building looked like it belonged in some movie about the rich and famous and she stared for a moment at all the glass windows before giving the gate they’d just passed through a curious look. High cement walls topped with pointed black wrought iron enclosed the building and surrounding court yard. Cameras watched them as well as men dressed in black uniforms and wearing long coats patrolling the area. There were even a few guard dogs and she gave one of the obviously armed, sharp-eyed passing men a curious look before stepping closer to Dimitri.

In addition to the abundance of security, Maks was scanning the area like he expected an attack any second, and two more bodyguards that Dimitri had introduced to her stood a little bit away, their posture tense. Shifting on the high heels of her elegant black leather boots, Rya smiled up at Dimitri and tried to keep the stiffness out of her voice. “It’s beautiful.”

When Dimitri held her hand and gave her a gentle kiss she noticed a few of the people watching her look shocked. Dimitri had told her that news of her arrival had spread, but she’d still been surprised at the amount of attention they received. There had even been what amounted to the Russian version of the paparazzi waiting for them at the airport, but their bodyguards made quick work of the would-be photographer. Evidently, Russian laws didn’t protect the paparazzi because the man’s camera had been crushed while two police officers looked on and laughed. When she’d asked Dimitri about it he merely shrugged like it was no big deal.

He’d dressed her himself this morning, putting her in a lovely cream dress and pairing it with her sexy black boots. Then he’d put in the yellow diamond earrings and wrist cuffs. He said the view of her cleavage in that dress was sinful enough without adding diamonds. The look of pride in his gaze when he looked at her wearing the jewelry he gave her made butterflies take flight in her stomach.

Before she knew it Dimitri was leading her through the marble and bronze foyer of the apartment complex, pointing out the way to the gym, the spa, and a women’s clothing boutique among the other shops on the main floor of the building where he had opened a line of credit in her name. There was even a bank, a small grocery store, and a gourmet restaurant leading her to believe that this apartment building was more like a luxury fortress than a simple place to live. He informed her that she had an appointment with the banker tomorrow to set up her own separate account with an undisclosed, probably obscene amount of money in it for her to play with.

She was surprised when they had to stop and get her fingerprints and retina scan done at the building’s security office so she would be able to use the different biometric locks in order to access the building. Everyone she met treated her with a level of ass kissing that she’d never experienced before that made her very uncomfortable. The men and women were all elegant and professional, making her feel slightly out of place. She refused to be intimidated and kept in mind that just because they didn’t smile at her didn’t mean they hated her. However, Rya was pretty sure the hostess at the spa hated her. When Dimitri spoke to the hostess in English Rya had to hide a laugh at the way the woman’s face fell when Dimitri said Rya was his girlfriend, his woman, and that she had his permission to do or buy anything she wanted. While she had no plans to go on any spending sprees, it was nice to know that she could now use her savings to pay off the mortgage she’d taken out on her grandparents’ house to pay for college.