Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (26 page)

Biting her lip she turned to him. “Ivan, I’m a little frightened about going to a country where I know nothing of the language.”

“You will never be in a situation where that will be a concern. I will always take care of you. Besides, immersion is the best way to learn a language. It is how I learned English.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I spend a great deal of time in both the United States and Canada attending to business.” He smiled slightly, his gaze distant. “You Americans are an odd people. I watched a great deal of American television to try to help learn the language. It took me a long time to realize that most of you are not like those reality television programs your people are so fond of.”

She laughed and held his hand, rubbing her thumb over the thick veins on the back. “Well, I can’t argue with that.”

A second later the captain’s voice came over the speakers in Russian. Ivan translated for her. “We’ve reached cruising altitude and have a long flight over the Atlantic ahead of us with good weather.”

A few minutes later there was a lovely light dinner set out for them consisting of fresh fruits, small sandwiches, and absolutely amazing chocolate croissants. 

As usual, Ivan watched her eat with a small smile, but she ignored him. This was good, really good. With all the marathon sex she’d been having with Ivan she’d burned off a ton of calories so she didn’t feel too guilty about cleaning her plate. Besides, he liked to watch her eat. It made him happy, and if something as simple as watching her eat made him smile, then she figured things were going pretty good between them. Noticing he hadn’t eaten much, she grabbed a croissant and strode over to his seat, easily spinning his chair so he faced her. The flight attendant had retreated to the crew's compartment to give Gia and Ivan privacy. 

She held the treat to his lips. “Eat.”

Taking a slow bite and moaning in his throat, she swore he fucked the food right in front of her as he ate. Lucky croissant. Then he began to chew and she watched the flex of his jaw, admiring the lines of him, the changes in his expression as he enjoyed the sweet pastry. When he took another bite, he nipped her finger with a low growl, making her giggle. 

She liked this playful side of him. 

“Does that couch fold out into a bed?”

He shook his head. “No. Are you tired?”

“I won’t lie, I could sleep for around fifteen hours right now. You’re a lot to keep up with.”

He gently eased her off his lap, then took a drink of his water. She followed suit, knowing that a flight this long could lead to dehydration if she wasn’t careful. Then he led her further into the plane, past the partition, and through a door. On the other side she found an actual queen sized bed tucked beneath the windows. Mounds of fluffy white pillows graced the brass headboard and a thick, soft earth toned comforter completed a space of pure luxury. 

“Wow. I’ve never slept on a bed in the sky.”

He smiled and began to unbutton his shirt, grabbing her immediate attention. “The bathroom is to your right. There is a small shower in there. I want you to take one and then I want you in bed.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Awfully bossy, aren’t you?”

With a grin he tugged his shirt off, the ripple of his muscles making her wet. “Yes. But you love that about me.”

She snorted, but didn’t dispute him. Sick as it might be to some people, she liked being ordered around…in certain situations. Like being told to shower and the way his gaze had glinted with the promise of retribution if she bratted out on him. In fact, she was so sure his hand was coming to smack her ass that she slammed the door after her and engaged the lock. Ivan’s muffled laughter came from the other side and she stuck her tongue out at him. The shower was small and completely enclosed in glass, but big enough to do what she had to do. Black marble and chrome accents highlighted the bathroom and as she washed herself she couldn’t help the occasional giggle at the thought that she was showering at 37,000 feet. 

After drying off with some deliciously thick towels she sniffed at each of the four different kinds of body lotion offered in a small basket on the sink. She picked one that smelled faintly like apples and lotioned herself up, shaking her head with a rueful grin as she counted the bite marks decorating her body. She slipped on a white silk robe that hung next to the door and yawned. There was something about a warm shower that made her instantly tired and her jaw cracked as she yawned again.

As soon as she stepped out, Ivan went in and shut the door behind him after giving her a brief kiss. She made sure her hair was as dry as she could get it before she jumped on the decadent, wonderful bed. For a moment she just laid there, on top of the comforter and sprawled out. She sank the slightest bit into the mattress and it gave her the feeling of being gently held. The heat from the shower, the food in her belly and the vibrations of the plane lulled her to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Gia sipped her coffee and settled back into her seat on Ivan’s plane. She was eating a delicious brunch and wondering how many miles she needed to run to work off all this over indulgence. Speaking of over indulgence…

“Ivan, do you really need seven homes in Moscow?”

He smiled at her and sipped his orange juice. “Why? Do you think I need eight?”

Shaking her head, she pointed at the screen on the wall, which now displayed his properties, so he could give her tours of each. A part of her was appalled at the amount of money it would have taken to purchase these homes, but the architect in her was blown away by the beauty of the buildings. She had to admit, having her choice of seven top notch, very different homes was kinda cool in an over-the-top sorta way.

Ivan owned everything from a six-story townhome, to an estate on the outskirts of Moscow complete with stables and a great deal of land. It made her feel very poor and out of place. Most of all it made her ashamed of her ghetto roots. He’d obviously been born into money, while she came from one step above poverty.

“Gia, why do you look so sad? Did I say something to offend you?” His voice deepened. “You promised you would tell me if I hurt your feelings.”

She blinked and took a long drink of her coffee, then said, “No, no you didn’t say anything. I was thinking my own thoughts, okay?”

The fine lines around his mouth deepened as her frowned. “What does that mean?”

With a tired sigh she flopped back in her chair. “Tell you what. You answer one of my questions and I’ll answer yours.”

A shrewd light came to his eyes. “I’d like to hear the question first.”

“Uh-uh. That’s not how we play this game.”

He suddenly lunged from his chair and she fell out of hers with a yelp as he started for her. Before she managed to crawl more than a foot, he grabbed her and flipped her over. Heat suffused her as her body remembered his touch, how blindingly good he made her feel. She hated how her wits fled around him, but adored the way he pinned her to the carpet. 

Giving him a little growl, she spread her legs and bucked her pelvis. Her legs were actually really strong, and Ivan looked surprised as she almost dislodged him. Then he growled back and slammed his body into hers. The way he distributed his weight left her helpless beneath him.

Helpless and aroused.

“This is not a game to me, girl. I believe I am far more serious about you than you think.”

She twisted beneath him. “Come on, Ivan. We both know your track record with women isn’t exactly stable.”

“Do you really want to talk about our sexual pasts? Because I’d bet you’ve done some things most people would consider perverted.”

Flushing, she tried to ignore the way her nipples scraped against his chest. Today she wore a lovely cream silk shirt while he wore a soft grey cotton shirt that clung to his heavily muscled frame. The sensation of his warm, hard body sliding over her sent her hormones into overdrive. Still, she couldn’t make this easy for him. While her hormones might be completely at his mercy, she was still her own person with her own demands and needs. 

There was no way in hell he was going to bulldoze over her.

“Fine. You ask your question first, then I’ll ask mine. Deal?”

“If it is insulting I will not answer it.”

“Don’t be such a baby. Ask your question.”

He gazed into her eyes. “Why are you alone? Why do you not have a man in your life?”

Swallowing hard, she looked away. “That’s two questions.”

He didn’t move, but his weight lightened on her and he stroked her face with one hand. 

Embarrassed and vowing she was going to get him back for this, she shrugged. “I never met the right guy. My first real boyfriend turned out to be a man-whore.”

“A what?”

“A man-whore. He cheated on me, constantly.”

His lips softened and he bent down and gave her lips a soft kiss. “He was a fool.”

Melting, she nodded. “He was. Then there was just a string of guys who turned out to be losers for one reason or another. I guess that’s why I’ve been kind of playing the BDSM scene for the last two years. There is an honesty there you don’t get in most vanilla relationships. A trust. I can go in, have my needs taken care of, and leave without getting my heart butchered.”

“I will not hurt you.”

To her shame, tears filled her eyes. “How do I know that?”

He stood, then scooped her up in his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom. “Because I said so.”

Then he grinned at her and she couldn’t help but smile back. “So bossy.”

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed. Except for your stockings. Leave those on.”

The demanding tone in his voice made her shiver. She turned and made a long, slow production of drawing her shirt over her head and her skirt down her hips. When they were alone like this, she wanted to serve him, to bring him pleasure, to always be aware of him in everything she did. While it was true she’d been trained in how to submit, she’d never actually felt the bone deep need to actually do it before she’d met Ivan. Soon she was clad only in her nude stockings with their fringe of white lace at the top.

Turning slowly, she sauntered over to the bed and climbed on it, sure he could see her arousal wetting her inner thighs. When she laid on her back and raised her arms overhead, stretching out, she turned to look at him and smiled. His total attention was on her and it felt like a caress as warm as the sun coming through the windows of the plane. 

“Since you are in the mood to entertain, I want you to touch yourself. Show me what you do when you are masturbating for your pleasure. I don’t want some bullshit porn show. I want your honest reaction. Give me your passion.”

She licked her lips and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with a sigh. Touching herself had never been this much fun. Having Ivan watch her, hearing his sharp inhalation as she pulled her nipple piercing, then twisted it, had her pussy throbbing with need. 

“Master, may I come?”

“You may.”

Closing her eyes, she smiled and slipped one hand between her legs as she continued to play with her breasts. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.” She circled her clit with the tip of her finger, spreading her arousal over the tight bud. 

His pleased murmur made her body flush with need. It was almost as if his approval fed her arousal, made her burn hotter. The additional heat in her blood had Gia sliding two fingers into her pussy and bringing her other hand down to play with her clit. Strong hands spread her thighs wide and she opened her eyes to find Ivan, still dressed, staring down at her body.

“Whose pussy is this, Gia?”

“Yours, Master.”

Just saying that brought her orgasm within shouting distance. She furiously worked her body, wanting to come, needing to share her pleasure with him. If she pleased him he would reward her. He always did and in ways she never imagined. 

The world spun as he pulled her around so her ass was at the edge of the bed. Sinking to his knees, he began to lick her inner thighs where they met her pussy. The feeling of his face against her fingers, his lips on her thighs, had Gia tightening in exquisite pleasure so intense it was almost pain. 

“Come for me,” he whispered against her skin and she obeyed.

As she started to orgasm, he licked at her fingers, sucking at her pussy and sensitizing her until she was trying to push him away. With a low growl he slung her legs over his shoulders and gripped her ass, holding her captive as he devoured her sex. The more she tried to get away the more he sucked on her oversensitive nub and soon he had her shuddering and saying incoherent things. 

When he finally released her swollen clit she groaned low in her throat, fisting the sheets and writhing. Her whole body was one big, oversensitive bundle of nerves. A moment later Ivan’s naked skin moved against hers like a balm for her pain. His warmth pressed into her as he pulled her up so she was lying on her side, facing him. He lifted her leg over his hip and the tip of his erection pushed into her an inch or two, just enough to torment her. 

“Ask me your question, Gia.”

She gripped his shoulders and tried to push him further into her with a whimper. “You want to talk now?”

“Ask me your question so I can fuck you hard and deep.”

“You’re insane.” She tried to fight back another moan as he began to torment her nipple. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Because you think too much. You’re more honest when I’m inside of you. There, question answered.”

Before she could protest that what she’d said hadn’t been her real question, Ivan slammed himself into her sheath hard enough that he hit her cervix and she winced, then moaned. He filled her so completely, and when he kissed her as he began to stroke in and out of her body, she lost herself in him. 

“I do this to you,” he whispered against her lips, “because it makes me feel joy.”

She rubbed her cheek against his and raked her nails gently over his back. The affection she felt for him swamped her senses, spilling huge amounts of hormones and chemicals into her bloodstream until she could only scream out her pleasure. Ivan really began to fuck her then, hard thrusts like a machine that tore her apart as she orgasmed deep and hard. Feeling her sex clench around his cock as she rode each wave of pleasure was one of the best things she’d ever experienced. She could totally let go and simply feel, trusting he would take care of her, not having to worry about anything but her pleasure.