Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (4 page)

Disconcerted by her ability to read him, he didn’t bother to lie. “Yes.”

Tilting her head to the side, Rya examined him from beneath her lashes. “I don’t feel like it’s fair to you to play without you being able to participate. I would…that is…well, Katya isn’t mine to share. Do you understand?”

“I do. I will not lie, I want you, but I do not go where I am not invited.”

She licked her lower lip and glanced over her shoulder at Katya, then back to Dimitri. “Ask her if she would like to stay.”

He did and Katya smiled at him then said in Russian, “Does she wish for you to join us?”

When he relayed the message to Katya he was surprised by the flash of jealousy on Rya’s face. “No.”

Wanting to know if she was jealous because she didn’t want to share Katya, or if it was because she didn’t want to share him, he asked, “Do you find me not good looking?”

She laughed, the warm sound racing through his blood and landing in his heart. “Oh, Dimitri, I think you know you’re extremely lumberjack-hot.”

“What does that mean?”

A pretty blush painted her cheeks. He loved how easy it was for him to make her blush. “It means I find you very attractive in a…masculine way. But I think your ego already knows this.”

Before he could respond, she turned and took Katya’s hand, tugging her over to Dimitri’s large bed. His room was done in shades of blue and silver, giving it a cool, clean feel that he enjoyed. Except there was nothing cool about watching Rya saunter across the room, her delicate golden fingers wrapped around Katya’s pale ones. When she turned and smiled at Katya he found himself wanting her to smile at him, and only him, like that.

Disconcerted by his odd, possessive feelings he strode across the room and shut the curtains on the windows. True, his room was on the second floor and no one could see into it easily, but he didn’t like the idea of anyone he didn’t trust witnessing Rya’s passion. He didn’t view women as a threat because most of the women he knew enjoyed playing with other women, even loved them, but not like they loved their men.

That thought made him clench his hands into fists, digging his nails into his calloused palms. No, he would
not
think about love. It was absolutely forbidden, eliminated from his life until his father died and a deal could be struck with the top six Bratva families to ensure the safety of any woman he dared to cherish. A hard cramp gripped his gut as memories tried to surface, but he ruthlessly suppressed them. Mourning would do no good; it would not fill the hole in his heart and soul. According to his father, only revenge would do that, but Dimitri and his brother Alex wanted more than revenge for the next generation, they wanted to give them a chance at life. So he needed to quash these unusually tender feelings he had for Rya and view her as nothing more than one of his kept women.

With that thought, he turned around and swore softly.

The women had pulled the cover back, and slipped beneath the white sheets. They were two lumps beneath the cloth, indistinct shapes that he could barely make out and certainly not the fully exposed flesh he’d been hoping for. As he stared at the bed he couldn’t help but laugh, and giggles answered him from beneath the sheets.

“Rya,” he said in a chiding voice, “you are a naughty woman to tease a man so.”

More giggles, followed by a soft moan. Shaking his head, he pulled over a comfortable padded blue chair from the small sitting area and placed it next to the bed. Not close enough that he would be intruding on them, but close enough that he could make out their shapes better. His imagination went wild as he tried to figure out what they were doing, the lack of a clear visual somehow making it more exciting. He was forced to pay attention to their sighs and sexy whimpers.

After watching for a few moments he was able to tell the difference between who was on top and who was beneath. Katya’s body was more slender while Rya’s lush form made his hands itch to grab her, to sink his hands into all that softness and squeeze. He loved a curvy woman and Rya was perfectly proportioned. Right now, her ass was pressed up in the air while he was pretty sure her face was buried between Katya’s legs.

Dimitri loved eating pussy, loved it, and his mouth salivated as he imagined licking at Rya’s cunt while she ate Katya. Judging by the sounds Katya was making, Rya was very, very good at pleasing a woman. He wondered what her technique was, and more importantly, what she liked. Katya was soon calling out for Rya to please suck her clit, to make her come, so he relayed that information.

“Rya, she is begging for you to take her clit between your pretty lips and gently suckle her. To make her come.”

The movement on the bed stopped for a moment and Rya said, “I bet she is.”

Leaning back in his chair, he grinned as Rya continued to torment Katya, from the sounds of it driving the other woman almost to orgasm, then pulling back. After ten minutes of this—he timed them—she finally gave the other woman the release she was craving. Katya’s screams of pleasure made his cock ache. If he’d been a lesser man, he would have torn the sheet back and impaled Rya, fucking her until she was screaming like that for him.

The movements beneath the sheets slowed down and the soft cloth outlined their bodies as Rya moved up until the women were face to face. From the soft murmurs and sounds of pleasure he was pretty sure they were cuddling, something he didn’t do, but right now, he wished he did. Cuddling led to tender feelings and tender feelings led to danger for any woman he touched. But Rya wasn’t like most women. Maybe he could indulge in some affection with her. After all, she was a purchased submissive who knew this arrangement was for a limited time. He could use this week to pretend that he was something more than a killer, someone more than his father’s son.

He could be a man, not a criminal. He could be Rya’s man—the ultimate forbidden pleasure.

When the covers peeled back enough to show Rya’s flushed face and her passion-glazed eyes, he studied her carefully as she said, “Dimitri, do you have a shirt I could borrow?”

Not expecting this, he nodded. “
Da
. I mean yes.”

She slowly licked her lips and pushed herself up enough that he could see her upper back and the partial curve of one large breast. Katya was currently holding Rya’s tit, and if he wasn’t mistaken, suckling at her nipple. The sight transfixed him and he actually startled when Rya cleared her throat.

“Dimitri? A shirt please?”

He gave her an unrepentant grin and stood, allowing her to see how his hard cock pressed against his pants. She let out a soft moan, but he didn’t stop to check if it was for his dick, or because of something Katya was doing to her. Going to his closet, he selected one of his white silk dress shirts. Moving back to the side of the bed, he waited, watching as best he could through the long fall of Rya’s dark hair. It had come out of its loose bun during their play beneath the sheets and he loved the peaks of her creamy gold skin between the dark locks.

Rya must have sensitive breasts because Katya’s sucking on them, a wet noise that was driving him crazy, seemed to have the same effect on Rya. She was rubbing her hips in slow circles and he’d bet that she was straddling Katya’s leg right now, pressing her clit against the other woman’s smooth flesh. Taking another step forward, so the bed hit his legs, he inhaled and the scent of their arousal made him growl.

He loved the way Rya shivered, then held out one arm, giving him a brief flash of her breast with Katya’s lips sealed around the nipple, hiding its color from him.

She grabbed the shirt out of his hands. “Thanks. Close your eyes, please.”

Not used to being ordered about, but willing to indulge her, he did as she asked. The bed shifted against him and he wondered if she meant for him to stand here with his eyes closed until they were done. After what had to be at least a few minutes, small hands pressed against his chest.

“Dimitri, do you mind if I balance myself against you?”

He opened his eyes and found that Rya was right in front of him, straddling Katya’s face. His cock punched against his fly and he swore a small bit of come shot out. Even when he’d been a horny teenager he’d had better control of his body, but the sight of Rya with her small hands on his chest over his heart, dressed in his shirt, unbuttoned enough to show some fantastic cleavage, yet draping around her hips enough to hide her sex from his view, had to be one of the most erotic moments of his life. He’d seen and done just about everything a man could wish for sexually, indulged in every carnal pleasure that caught his fancy, but the simple act of looking into Rya’s amber gold eyes while she touched him was a remarkable thing.

He placed his hands over hers, lightly stroking her soft skin. “I do not mind. Find your pleasure, little Rya. I will hold you.”

She gazed up at him and her beautifully shaped lips parted on a sigh. He wanted to kiss her, to taste Katya on her lips, to stroke his tongue against hers and discover Rya’s unique flavor. Pink tinted her cheeks and she shivered as Katya did something that she liked. Slowly one of Rya’s hands slid down to his waist, but he grabbed her wrist in a firm hold before she could touch him.

“No. You do not have permission.”

Instead of fighting him she submitted to his hold, leaning on him further until he had to brace his legs as she laid her head over his heart and wrapped her arms around his waist. This allowed him to see Katya’s small breasts beyond the generous swell of Rya’s ass, half revealed by his shirt lifting as she rode Katya’s face. He caught the edge of a tattoo on one rounded cheek and wanted to lift the shirt so he could see what it was. While he was sure her tattoos were nothing like his, all of his ink was put on for marking reasons within the Bratva, it intrigued him that she would have something along the smooth curve of her lower back.

Her small hands fisted the back of his shirt, then she released him and leaned back, one of her hands going to his bicep and the other stroking his beard.

“Dimitri, I’m going to come, kiss me, please. I need you.”

Looking into her eyes, he slowly leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. When she tried to immediately deepen the kiss, he pulled back and whispered against her lips. “Stay still,
malyshka
. I control our kiss.”

She moaned and her hand convulsed on his bicep, making him smile before he brushed her lips with his own again. Though she trembled, she followed his command as he slowly and carefully explored her mouth, licking the taste of Katya off of her, struggling with himself to drag out Rya’s pleasure. The need to own her orgasm was too great to resist.

“You will not come until I say. Yes?”

“Oh, please,” she whispered into his mouth, inhaling his air and giving him hers when she exhaled.

“Are you close? Does your cunt ache?” He licked across her mouth again and she whimpered. “I think you are soaking Katya right now with your honey, but she is greedy and licks it up. Maybe she licks your clit, or sucks on it like a little cock. If I had my mouth on your sweet pussy that is what I would do. I would be gentle, then bite.”

She moaned low in her throat, and as her lips parted to make that sexy sound, he slipped his tongue into her hot little mouth. He licked her, learning what aroused her, what drove her higher in her excitement until she sucked on his tongue, making him think about that pretty mouth sucking around his cock. He wrapped her long hair in his fist and tugged her head back, studying her expression, her eyes, and reading her body language to gauge how close she was.

By the strained, almost pained look she was fighting her orgasm with all she had.

That pleased him.

Greatly.

Ignoring her nails digging into his skin, welcoming the pain that helped him control his own desire, he stroked her cheek gently and said, “Come for me,
devochka moya
.”

Her orgasm was quiet, not the usual screaming and moaning he was accustomed to from his women. But that didn’t make it any less beautiful. In fact, he loved the way her voice sounded like a soft dove’s cry, sweet and gentle, just like the woman in his arms. She shuddered against him, wrapping herself around him as she made those honeyed sounds. He rubbed a soothing hand down her back, enjoying the flex of her body beneath his fingers. While her back was smooth, no shoulder blades or knobs from her spine sticking out through skin stretched over bone, she also had surprisingly good muscle tone. His little Rya was small, but she was strong.

She made a pained sound, the whimper of an overstimulated woman having her tender pussy touched too hard, and he lifted her off of Katya in an easy move that made Rya gasp and cling to him. For a moment he held her close, let her feel his strength, let her know that he was a man capable of carrying her, before giving her a kiss on the forehead and setting her down next to Katya. She looked up at him, dazed, before drawing Katya into her arms and cuddling the other woman close.

He wanted to join them on the bed, but if he did he would not be able to resist pulling his pants down and plunging into Rya’s welcoming heat.

After a few moments Rya sighed, then seemed to collect herself. She gave Katya a gentle kiss, then pushed herself up. It amused him that the glance she gave him was shy and yet flirtatious, a marked difference from the self-possessed woman that he’d seen in the library. He liked that she seemed drawn to him. Without a doubt Rya was his, but he had to tread carefully with her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. Though they had a limited number of hours together, something he didn’t want to think about, he wanted to take his time with Rya.

“Thank you for lending me your room, Dimitri.” She rolled off the bed on the opposite side and stood on unsteady legs for a moment before snapping her fingers. “Katya, come.”

When she began to walk to his door, still clad in only his shirt, he moved to stop her. “Where are you going?”

“I have to take Katya back to her Master.” She gave the petite redhead woman a kiss and Katya beamed at her. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who was entranced with his little Rya. “Could you please tell her that she pleased me very much?”