Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (21 page)

Ivan wrapped his arms around her. “Give me those towels.”

She handed one to him and sighed as he wrapped her up. After securing the other towel around his waist, he began to pat her with a gentle, but firm touch. He placed a trail of kisses over her skin as he went in a way that brought tears to her eyes. He made her feel too much. She didn’t know how to handle her emotions around him. In a way, he made her feel like an awkward teenager with her first boyfriend. This was so different from anything she’d ever done all she could do was react.

Ivan glanced up and gave her an understanding look. “Come on. Let’s wrap you up and get you fed.”

He stripped off her towel and helped her into a thick, comfortable black robe. In a way, the plush fabric made her feel like she was being hugged by a stuffed teddy bear. He tried to wrap her hair up for her in a towel, but he couldn’t quite get it to stay. Finally he blew out a frustrated breath.

“I must admit, I’ve never tried to do this for a woman before.”

“Dry her hair?”

“Yes.”

She turned and took the towel from him, flipping forward so she could do it. “Why?”

“I’ve never felt the need to take care of someone as much as I want to take care of you.”

She flipped back up and secured the towel. “Can we not talk about serious stuff for a little bit? I mean, I’m kinda shell-shocked here. I’d like to eat and cuddle if that’s okay.”

He held out his hand, but he couldn’t quite hide the hurt in his eyes. “Of course.”

When they entered the bedroom she let out a soft gasp. A lovely, romantic display of milk, cookies, and cupcakes graced the table in the dining area. A vase of colorful flowers accented the meal, and the lighting had been turned down to give the room an intimate atmosphere. She flushed and tried to remember if Ivan had closed the door to the bathroom. Well, even if he hadn’t no one could have seen anything through the heavily frosted glass, but they sure as heck would have heard her.

Suddenly famished, she grabbed a giant oatmeal and raisin cookie, grinning when she found it was still warm from the oven. Her first bite was bliss and she shook her head as she chewed. “I could eat everything here, so you better grab something before I do.”

Ivan laughed and took a chocolate cupcake. “I find that hard to believe. You need to gain weight so I definitely encourage you to have a bite of everything.”

She grinned at him, then took a sip of her milk before saying, “I love food. Love it. But I also love running so it balances out. I can eat like a pig then go clear my mind with a good eight mile run.”

“I like to run as well, but I usually only manage to get five miles in. It’s hard to find time for a good run.”

“Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending upon your perspective, I am a dreadfully boring person. I work all the time and hardly ever go out.”

“What about your local BDSM club?”

“Oh, I go there a dozen or so times a month.” He raised his eyebrows and she flushed. “What? There’s no judgment there. I can talk with people and be myself. I’m not always there to play, but sometimes I do.”

“I don’t like hearing about another man touching you.”

She had to resist rolling her eyes. While dominant men were wonderful in so many ways, they had quirks that made her want to kick them in the ass. Like being uber possessive. She didn’t want to make Ivan mad, but he needed to know she would only let him take it so far.

“Ditto. Are there any girlfriends of yours I need to be aware of?”

“I was dating a few women, but nothing serious.”

She took another drink to wet her suddenly dry mouth. “Am I something serious?”

He studied her and her heart threatened to break if he rejected her now. “Yes, Gia, you are.”

His words scared her, while at the same time, her soul relished the idea of being Ivan’s 'something serious'. Her mind was spinning a thousand miles an hour, and she took a deep breath and blew it out. While it wasn’t a declaration of everlasting love, which would have sent her running out the door, it was nice to know she meant something to Ivan. She really was too tired for more drama tonight, so she said one word that summed up all her chaotic feelings.

“Good.”

She grabbed a cupcake with yellow frosting and what looked like sugar snowflakes on it. Intrigued, she took a bite and moaned in bliss. “Oh my God, this is like some kind of crazy good vanilla mint. You have to try this. It’s like it has a hint of birthday cake to it.”

He obediently opened for her, the fine lines around his eyes deepening with humor. They spent the next hour eating and talking about their lives. She learned Ivan was one of three children. He had a younger brother living in Kazan, Russia and a sister living in Japan with her husband and two children. His parents passed away a few years ago from different illnesses, and he had an uncle he was very close to who was like his surrogate father. 

She told him about growing up poor and her own extended family as well as the area where she’d grown up. When he asked her a question, it was obvious he was really paying attention to what she said and cared about her response. That warm, fuzzy feeling enveloped her again, and by the time she’d taken her last bite, she was nodding off. Ivan laughed and hauled her next to him. 

“Come, let’s brush our teeth and go to bed.”

She stumbled after him; her body pretty much on autopilot while her mind waved the white flag of surrender. After rinsing her mouth out she didn’t even wait for Ivan, instead lurched towards the bed. Before she reached it Ivan was there, turning down the covers.

“How many pillows do you like beneath your head, Gia?”

“Two,” she mumbled as she shrugged out of her robe. The food and milk sat heavy in her belly, lulling her further until she was sinking into the darkness.

Ivan eased her down onto the bed and the sigh she gave when her head hit the pillows made him laugh. Beyond even caring, she wiggled into her usual sleeping position on her stomach. After that her mind just drifted while her body buzzed. 

Ivan got beneath the sheets and rolled over onto his side. He pulled her next to him, curving her back against his front. Once he had her positioned as he wished he kissed the back of her neck and began to whisper to her in Russian. She had no idea what he was saying, but he kept repeating one word over and over
‘lyubit’
. Her world narrowed down to his voice, and when she dreamed, she dreamed of Ivan.

Chapter Twelve

Ivan woke up with Gia’s hand over his face and her leg thrown over her his hip. He was at the very edge of the enormous bed. He removed her hand and looked up in disbelief, wondering how such a tiny girl took up so much space. With a sigh she rolled away from him and he got a nice view of the top curve of her bottom. He laughed when he saw she was spread out like a starfish on the bed. Light came through the edges of the curtains but it was muted, like it was a cloudy day outside.

Moving slowly, he got out of bed and used the bathroom, pausing to quickly brush his teeth. When he came back into the bedroom Gia was sitting up and yawning, stretching her arms out wide and giving him a marvelous view of her breasts. He growled low in his throat and she looked at him with wide eyes.

“Hold that thought.”

She scurried past him into the bathroom and shut the door. He grinned at the click of the lock and looked around the room. He found his black toy bag sitting in the bottom of the closet and brought it out. He put it prominently on the small chaise lounge at the foot of the enormous bed. Then he tugged on a pair of pants and had an evil thought. He quickly called Ilyena and he was waiting for Gia when she came out.

Her hair was slightly damp so she must have showered, and her skin had that beautiful rosy glow from the hot water. She was completely nude and her amazing body made his cock ache to possess her. She leaned against the doorway and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, tempting him to bite her dark nipples with their gold piercings until she screamed.

“What’s in the bag, Mister?” She asked in a saucy voice.

Her teasing smile made him want to grin in return, but he kept his face stern. She needed to understand him, to know how kinky he liked his sex. While he would never violate her trust by sleeping with another woman as long as they were together, and he expected the same from her regarding men, Gia agreed that she liked women, and he heartily enjoyed watching two smooth, warm bodies wrap around each other. Two women kissing had to be one of the most sensual things he’d ever experienced, a visual pleasure he’d like to share with her.

He’d called Ilyena instead of Catrin because he sensed a true friendship happening between Nico’s wife and Gia. When Gia agreed to come to Russia, and he would make sure that she did, it would help her to have Catrin as a friend. The other woman would take Gia under her wing and introduce her to people who wouldn’t care that Gia was an American. He never wanted Gia to feel alone even if he had to travel on business. Maybe he’d get her a couple of pets to keep her warm at night when he couldn’t be there with her.

Ilyena, on the other hand, was one of Alex’s passing girlfriends. Ivan didn’t see her lasting very much longer with his friend. He could already see the signs of them drifting apart and that made her perfect for Gia to experiment with. And he happened to know Ilyena had a very special skill she loved to use on women.

He’d sit back, wait until Gia was a sweaty, crying, orgasmic mess, and then take her.

Hard.

But he needed to focus on the here and now, which included a naked, fresh submissive begging for him. 

“Come here. I want you to bend over and hold onto the bed post.”

She swallowed and took a hesitant step forward. “Um, I’m not sure if you noticed, but my ass is a little tender.”

“I know, that’s why I’m going to soothe you.”

When she bent over the bed, she licked her lips and looked at him over her shoulder. “How bad is it?”

Ivan strode over to the window and opened the curtains onto a dreary day. The grey skies made staying in bed all day with his submissive sound like a perfect idea. As he came closer and inspected her ass, he felt a twinge of guilt. She had distinct marks from his hands spread across each of her cheeks. He placed his fingers over one mark reaching towards her hip and sighed as the bruise perfectly matched his hand.

“I did not mean to mark you so much. I forget that you still have a virgin ass.”

She snickered. “Hardly.”

He reached into his bag and brought out a jar of a special balm that would help her heal quicker. “What I mean is, you’re not used to being spanked and flogged for hours.”

“Hours?”

“How long do you think we played with you before I took you?”

“Umm…,” her gaze went distant. “I don’t know. I kinda lost track of things for a while.”

“Two hours.”

“What?” She almost jerked up from her position but stopped herself. “No way. There is no way I could have handled it for that long. The most I’ve ever lasted was fifteen minutes.”

“Yes, but you weren’t in your subspace at that time.”

“Oh.” She grinned at him and wiggled her butt. “You do that to me, you know.”

He wanted to smack her for her sass, but at the same time, he did enjoy occasionally having his ego stroked, especially by the woman he wanted so badly to be his and his alone. Emotions threatened to burst through his careful control and he exerted his iron will. He was becoming as soft as a woman around Gia and it bothered him. 

His parents had been very physically and emotionally cold people. He didn’t really understand her open affection and easy joy, but he wanted to. In watching her live her life he found his true happiness.

Reminding himself of the task at hand, he rubbed the balm into her bottom, barely resisting the urge to grab handfuls of her supple ass and squeeze. He’d never seen a butt as round and firm as hers. When she came to Moscow with him, he would have sculptures of her nude form done, something to forever capture the perfect balance of hard and soft that made up her body.

It wasn’t long before he had her wiggling beneath his touch and he put the jar down. Shifting over her, he began to gently kiss each and every bite mark on her body that he could reach. She sighed and the smile that curved her full lips was a reward like no other. That intense possessive feeling reared its head again, and he felt a slight panic at the idea she might not want to come with him.

No, that was an unacceptable thought. She would be his. He would do whatever it took to make her happy, so that she would never want to leave his side. 

A moment later, there was a knock on the door. 

“Come in.”

Gia went to cover herself with a shriek, but he pressed her down to the bed with his chest on her back. “Easy, it is just Ilyena.”

The tall, lithe blonde woman entered the room. She wore a pretty white summer dress that showed off her lean figure. After shutting the door she came over to Gia’s side and stroked her fingertip down Gia’s flank. “Beautiful.”

Ivan grinned at the other woman. “Thank you.”

Ilyena switched to Russian, “You really like her, don’t you?”

He narrowed his gaze. “What business is it of yours?”

Smiling, Ilyena continued to carefully stroke Gia. “She is a nice girl and she adores you.”

It took a great deal of effort, but he tried to remain calm. “Good, because I plan on keeping her.”

The grin Ilyena gave him had an answering smile tugging at his lips. She was a very nice woman, but she didn’t want to settle down right now and he could respect that. Hell, up to this point the thought of having a woman in his life was pleasant, but not necessary. He needed Gia like an alcoholic needed a drink. 

“So, what would you like me to do?”

“Do you feel like topping today?”

“Of course.” A hungry gleam entered her gaze and she licked lips. 

He went over Gia’s list of hard limits and what turned her on. Gia was getting impatient and kept glancing over her shoulder at them with a barely concealed frustrated expression. When he caught her peeking again he raised an eyebrow. “Feeling restless?”