Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (19 page)

Arousal lit through Gia at his…or was it her... rough talk. Then again, Ivan had said no other men would get to touch her so she pushed back. “He’ll kill you if you try anything.”

Her kidnapper frowned. “I know. Greedy bastard. He isn’t usually like this. There must be something special about you. Dimitri says you have the sweetest pussy he’s ever tasted. I wonder if you’d enjoy watching me suck your juices off your Master’s cock.”

They arrived at their floor and all Gia could do was gape at her kidnapper. The maid laughed and grabbed Gia by the back of the neck. “Come along, my naive little captive.”

Chapter Eleven

Gia was rudely shoved into a dimly lit room and someone grabbed her the second she got through the door. He, at least she thought it was a man by the size of his hands, gently placed a really good blindfold on her. She tried to fight a smile, but that had to be Master Ivan touching her. She could smell his cologne.

“Thank you for bringing her to me, Jessica.”

The cross dressing man who’d kidnapped Gia chuckled from somewhere behind her. “I think I might have shocked her.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her that since you were being such a stingy bastard with her sweet pussy that I wanted to taste her on your cock.”

“Look at her blush,” Ivan laughed and she wished she could see so she could stomp on his foot.

“She is lovely, Ivan,” a woman’s voice said from somewhere to Gia’s right. She wondered how many people were in the room with them.

The thought at once excited and embarrassed her. Ivan would be reducing her to a shivering puddle of twitching nerves while others watched. She wondered if they’d become turned on and touch themselves while Ivan dominated her. The idea made her arousal quickly warm to a burning need. 

“Margo, help me get her undressed.” 

A renewed surge of desire had Gia squirming and pressing her thighs together. The beautiful Domme was going to play with her tonight. While Ivan helped. Oh, God, she wasn’t going to survive this. They were going to break her and she’d never be the same. Despite the threat to her heart, she couldn’t bear the thought of not pleasing her Master or missing out on his touch.

“With pleasure.”

Gia shivered as Margo’s soft hands slowly untied the stays at the back of her top. With unhurried, lingering caresses she lowered the shirt off of Gia’s arms, leaning around her and nuzzling her mouth against Gia’s throat. When Margo bit her Gia groaned, wondering if Ivan was enjoying the view. 

Her answer came as his rough hands grasped her breasts. “Whose body is this?”

“Yours, Master.” 

The words left her in a rush as he continued to knead and shape her now aching breasts. His coarse fingers combined with Margo’s soft mouth kissing along Gia’s shoulder stroked her exactly the right way. She relaxed between them, accepting their hold, their right to touch her as they wished. They were the Dominants and she was a submissive. Giving over the control to someone she trusted gave her a feeling of relief almost as good as an orgasm. 

Margo said something in Russian and Ivan answered back in a low voice. The other woman made a happy sound before reaching down Gia’s back then slowly unzipping her skirt. They both helped her step out of her clothing until she stood before them in her black lace panties and black garter belt. Ivan and Margo once again pressed her between them and she became overwhelmed with the sensation of their hands roaming all over her body.

Margo said something with a husky purr in her voice and made a questioning sound while gripping Gia’s ass, hard.

“Gia, Margo would like to flog you.” He must have seen her apprehension because he quickly added, “It would be a sensual flogging. For pleasure.”

“If it is my Master’s pleasure, it is my pleasure.” She was proud of herself for remembering that bit of her training, even as her body was sinking further and further into her floaty space.

“Such a good girl,” Ivan said before he brushed his lips over hers. “I will enjoy fucking you with your ass all red and burning to my touch.”

“Oh please,” she moaned without shame.

Someone gave her nipple a sharp pinch that seemed to go straight to her clit. “Is that how you address your Master?” Margo said in a sharp voice.

“No, Ma’am. I’m sorry, Master.”

Cloth rustled over skin, and a moment later, Ivan lifted her against his body. He’d removed his shirt, and when she slid down his front, she noted he was still wearing his pants, but his cock was a nice, thick bar against her body. She wanted him inside of her, pounding her, fucking her, taking her.

“Come with me, Gia.”

He led her a dozen steps forward and lowered her hands to something smooth, round, and cool to the touch. “This is the bed post. Hold onto it.”

With efficient movements he bound her hands to the post with what felt like nylon rope. She instinctively pulled at her bonds, then relaxed further as she realized she was well and truly tied up, in a room with people she couldn’t see watching her every move. In a way, it was flattering to have all of their attention focused on her. The thought of arousing so many people with her submission was a heady thing. She spread her legs and tilted her ass, providing Margo with a better target.

The other woman gave a pleased murmur, and a moment later the long, soft falls of a flogger trailed over Gia’s skin. She let out a silent sigh of relief that the woman wasn’t using a particularly harsh flogger. To her surprise, Ivan began to stroke and play with her breasts. His knowing touch soon had her dancing to the slap of the suede over her ass, thighs, and upper back. Margo wielded the flogger with consummate skill, and Gia cried out as the strikes burned across her sensitive skin.

People around her talked in Russian, but she really didn’t care what they were saying. All she cared about were Ivan’s hands playing with her hipbones, almost close enough to touch her needy sex but not quite. She lost herself in the sensations overwhelming her and fell into an almost trance like state. He dipped his hands between her inner thighs to play with the moisture there.

“Mmmm, nice,” he murmured against her cheek. “So wet for me.”

“Please, Master, take me.”

He said something and the thudding falls of the flogger against her buttocks stopped, leaving her panting and squirming. 

Margo’s soft perfume tickled Gia’s nose right before the other woman placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “You mark beautifully. Thank you for letting me play with her.”

Ivan began to run his hands over Gia’s back, pressing his fingers into the light welts and making her moan for him. “It was a pleasure to watch you work her.”

Other voices spoke from around the room and Gia struggled to place how many people were here. Then the voices faded and she was sure most of the people had left already. 

Margo gave Gia’s ass a brisk slap, making Gia go up on her toes and hiss. “Let me know when she arrives in Moscow.”

“I will.”

Gia wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but Ivan picked that moment to start rubbing on her clit. She was so close to orgasm, all it took was several hard flicks and she was coming hard. Her body broke and shook, the mixture of pain endorphins from the flogging and pleasure chemicals from her orgasm rocketing through her nervous system and blowing her mind. She moaned and twitched, collapsing against Ivan as he kept rubbing her. He was relentless and he worked her until she begged him to stop. He ignored her pleas and trapped her between his strong legs then rubbed her clit until arousal replaced her discomfort. Soon he had her bucking beneath his touch and she wanted to scream.

“We are alone now, my Gia. Just you and I.”

Abruptly he removed his hands and she sagged against the bedpost, crying from the overwhelming onslaught of sensation. He removed her blindfold and looked down at her, full of stern disapproval. “You orgasmed twice without permission.”

Trying to blink back her tears, she looked at the ground. “I’m sorry, Master.”

He wrapped his hand in her hair, holding her head back at a sharp angle and exposing her throat. “Five spanks for each climax.”

A whimper became trapped in her throat as he rubbed her ass, his big hands making her already burning skin sting. The thought of a spank on her abused bottom had her crying harder. 

“Shhhh, Gia. You will take your punishment.”

The first smack was light, but holy
fuck
it hurt. She couldn’t hold back a sharp cry and his grip on her hair tightened. 

“You should see how beautiful your bottom is. All red and hot.”

Then he began to spank her in earnest and she lost all of her dignity. Thank God they were alone because having anyone besides Ivan see her like this would have been too much. She arched, screamed, begged, and sobbed her way through the spanking, the throbbing of her abused flesh secondary to the need ridding her hard. It seemed the more he spanked, the more savage she became, twisting in his grip and fighting him as much as she could.

He laughed and pinned her between his legs again. “Two more, my wild girl.”

She snarled at him, then dropped her head and moaned while he smacked her with both hands at once. Pain radiated through her and soon the sympathetic reaction started to kick in. The discomfort faded a bit and when Ivan dropped to his knees behind her and began to lick her ass, she was in heaven- an ouchy, hurty heaven. He licked her like the lion soothing his mate, long, slow strokes that made her sag against the bedpost. His touch was so gentle she lost control of her emotions again and began to cry.

“Oh, Master.”

He gave a pleased growl and spread her aching butt cheeks apart. She had no shame at this point; there wasn’t room for it in her head. Instead, she followed her body’s directions and tilted her hips to him, submitting and offering herself. When he gave her pussy a leisurely lick, her toes curled and she keened at the intense sensation. She’d been wound up all night, but it was worth it if the overwhelming sensual feelings running through her were the result. 

He gathered up some of her abundant arousal and spread it over her anus, gently pressing at that nerve laden opening and adding a new facet to her pleasure. The gentle pressure of his tongue laving her clit was beyond amazing and she moaned and trembled for him, taking everything he had to offer and begging for more. Her world narrowed to her Master, and it took what little control she had left to try to keep from coming.

At first it wasn’t too bad, then he began to suckle on her clit and she gripped the bedpost as hard as she could, fighting the natural reaction of her body to her Master. 

“Please, I can’t stop. Please, Master, please have mercy on me.”

His response was to plunge his thick thumb into her anus and slowly begin to fuck her as he ate her. The unusual sensation of her muscles being stretched back there had her sagging, her knees unable to hold her anymore as her entire body tensed for orgasm. Ivan muttered something in Russian and stood, removing his thumb from her ass.

“Stay standing, Gia. I’m going to fuck you and I want you to take it.”

Under the rapid panting of her breath, Gia could faintly make out Ivan pulling his pants down. She looked over her shoulder and was treated to the pussy clenching sight of Ivan staring at her body like he wanted to devour her. His lips were peeled back in a slight snarl, and when he fisted his cock and rubbed it against her sex, his nostrils flared.

Then he began to push in and she lost herself in the endless length of him sliding into her wet, welcoming body. Once seated all the way inside of her, pinning her to him, he reached around and she caught a flash of silver before he cut through the ropes with a large knife. Keeping himself inside of her, he moved them so she was bent over the mattress with her feet on the floor and her chest on its soft surface. The ability to go limp while he fucked her was lovely and when he began to trace the tip of the knife over her back, all she could do was groan.

Cool and deadly, the tip of the blade pulled over the welted skin of her bottom and she moaned in protest. 

“You are so beautiful, my girl. I love to see your body wrapped around mine, my cock deep in your hot pussy. You are mine, Gia. No one else’s. Who do you belong to?”

She knew what he wanted to hear. “This is your pussy, Master.”

His savage growl made her smile, and as he began to move against her, thrusting his cock in and out of her needy body, she became lost in him again. The slide of his flesh against hers, the rasp of his breath on her neck, the weight of his body pinning hers to the mattress. He stood and pulled her back so her feet dangled from the floor as he pounded into her.

His voice was almost guttural as he ground out, “Come for me, Gia,”

She’d been holding back for so long it was hard to let go, but when she did, she climaxed in the most amazing way. Every single inch of her body vibrated with her cries as she came over and over again all over his cock. Through it all, he kept thrusting into her, grunting each time he bottomed out and holding her hips hard enough to bruise. All of her energy was gone, the best she could do was moan softly as his movements became jerky.

“Please, Master, come inside of me. I want to feel you.” 

She wasn’t even sure if he heard her because her voice came out so soft, but a few seconds later, he gasped her name and shoved himself as far into her body as he could get. Tremors raced through him and into her, making her poor, abused body twitch in his harsh grasp. His deep, low groans of pleasure made her smile and filled her with a warm joy knowing she’d pleased her Master. 

Her Ivan.

After gently pulling out and wiping them both with his shirt, he dragged her up the bed and into his arms. Once he had her positioned the way he wanted, he worked on taking the sapphire pin out of her hair and pulling out the numerous bobby pins. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and he kept making sure he wasn’t hurting her. It seemed somewhat ironic when she thought about how he’d spanked the hell out of her still-burning ass.

She giggled and tried to hide it, which ended up making her snort, which only lead to more giggles. Soon she was clinging to him, laughing like a loon. His touch paused and he smiled down at her.