Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (31 page)

Ivan caught a couple of submissives that he’d played with in the past watching him with longing. He made sure to meet each of their gazes and warn them off with a look that made more than one woman flinch. He was off the market. As much as Gia belonged to him, he belonged to her. Now, he needed to seduce another week out of her, then another month, and another, until she agreed to never leave him.

From his bag he took out a large hunting knife with a bone hilt in a tooled brown leather sheath. 

Gripping the smooth bone handle with its cool gold pommel he pulled the long blade out slowly, letting the light catch the surface. Gia responded immediately, her thighs clasping together and her back arching up. The way her pupils dilated and her nipples stiffened stroked his ego as a Dom. The control he had over her passion, over her body and heart humbled him. He’d never had a woman give herself to him like this. There was no artifice, no game playing. He simply touched her and she responded like she was made for him.

He slowly withdrew the knife from the sheath and watched her gaze grow wider and her breath halted in her chest. Her breasts moved slightly with the beat of her heart, and when he licked down the dull edge of the knife, she groaned and went limp. The evidence of her arousal scented the air and he smacked her thigh. “Spread your legs.”

Jerking slightly at the restraints that held her hands over her head, she complied. Once her sex was open to him he took the knife and ran it down her cheek, using some sleight of hand so it seemed to her like he was using the sharp edge, but it was actually the dull one. He wanted to pleasure her, not harm her, and this knife had been specially made so he wouldn’t accidentally catch her with the sharp edge. The gold piercings in her nipples gleamed as she let out a shuddering breath.

His beauty responded so well to mind games.

“Do I have to tell you to stay still?”

She started to shake her head, then froze as the knife pressed into the delicate skin of her cheek. The elegant makeup she’d worn this evening had smeared into dark circles beneath her eyes, making her gaze seem all the more vulnerable. Fuck, she looked unbearably sexy like this. 

He was losing himself in her and he couldn’t be happier.

The club faded around them, the screams and wails, the laughter and dirty talk becoming nothing to him. All that mattered was his Gia. He laid the knife down and smoothed her sweat-dampened hair back from her face before picking up the blade again. She smiled, a gentle curve of the lips that he returned. 

He was still smiling when he drew a thin line down her neck from her jaw, circling her throat hard enough to scratch but not deep enough to mark. In no rush, he enjoyed the way her dark caramel skin paled then flushed beneath the tip of his knife, how her thighs clenched when he traced the tip of the blade along the pulsing vein at the side of her neck. Instead of going straight for her breasts, he ran the knife down fist one arm then the other, pausing at her wrist. She didn’t flinch, just held still and watched him with fathomless, dark eyes. He felt like she could see him in a way no one had before. Something in her touched his soul. 

Unable to express the emotions he was trying to keep off his face, Ivan had to satisfy himself with telling her simply how much he enjoyed her. 

“Gia, look at the way you trust me. Your hands are uncurled, your sensitive and vulnerable palms open even as I hold a knife sharp enough to end your life to your wrist. One wrong turn on my part and you would be in real danger.”

She closed her eyes and laid her head back, completely relaxed. “I trust you, Master.”

With a growl, he worked the knife back up her slender limbs, noting places that made her shiver when the flat of the blade brushed over the swell of her right breast. Moving between her thighs, he lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. This opened her sex to him and he got to enjoy the sight of her wet, dusky pussy with its bright pink interior. Some of his cum had dripped out, a dash of cream mixed with her own release. Such a beautiful cunt. 

His beautiful cunt.

Running the tip of his knife over her breast, he gave himself over to the caress of steel against silken skin, the goosebumps running over her, and the way she kept whispering his name. By the time he reached her navel she was sweating, and when he parted the sparse curls guarding her mound she let out a breathless whimper that went straight to his cock.

“Gia, look at me.”

She opened her eyes and raised her head. Her dark eyes were glazed and out of focus, sure signs his girl was flying in subspace right now. Not to the point where she was incoherent, but pretty close. Evidently, she enjoyed the implied violence of this type of play.

A deep bass note hit the room and Ivan gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to fuck her to the hard throb of the music. Instead he pressed the knife between her legs, sliding the dull side of the blade across her pussy. She cried out his name in an agonized shout and he allowed himself a small smile. Her eyelids began to flutter shut so he slapped the flat of the blade on her pussy, hard. 

“Oh, God!”

Her voice joined the chorus of submissives and Dominants around the room enjoying themselves. His club didn’t have any private rooms and he liked it that way. There was no place for his woman to hide from the overwhelming pleasure. People stood around, watching him work over his girl and it aroused them, which in turn made his dick ache now to slip into her wet sheath. But he wanted her to burn hotter first. There was nothing as sexy as Gia when she was out of her mind with need, begging him to let her orgasm. The desperation in her gaze, the way she screamed out his name, and the abundant flood of her liquid arousal all fed his soul.

She struggled to meet his gaze, and when she did, he used the tip of the knife to scoop up some of her arousal. He brought the blade to his mouth and began to slowly lick her juices off the smooth surface. Jerking at her chains, she tried to reach out to him and struggled. Soon, he would let her touch him, ride him until she was sated, but he wanted her hotter.

After the blade was clean he gave her what was no doubt and evil grin and lowered the knife down, moving it once it was out of her sight so it was hilt first, until it pressed at the entrance to her sheath. Sweat blossomed all over her body and she whimpered again, but this time in real fear.

“Easy, my Gia. It is the hilt of the knife. Smooth and cold gold pressing against my sweet pussy.”

Then he pressed the hilt into her and she shuddered, hard. 

“Close your eyes. Let go. You can’t control this, I will do to your body as I wish. You are mine to torment and pleasure, Gia. Only mine, and I protect what is mine.”

He added the last remark as a warning to those witnessing their scene. If anyone touched Gia he would bring down his wrath on them in biblical proportions. Considering his mother’s family ran one of the oldest criminal networks in Russia, and on his father’s side he came from a long line of KGB agents and politicians, Ivan had connections for pretty much anything he needed. But he’d never considered using those resources to protect the woman in his life, until now. He would do anything to make sure no one ever harmed her.

With a start, he realized he’d break his own personal moral code to keep her safe. A surprisingly strong possessive streak went through him and he withdrew the knife from her gripping cunt, fighting her strong pussy muscles to pull it out. His dick wanted inside of her, now, but he needed to free her first. 

Kissing his way up her stomach, licking the clean, ocean salt sweat from her skin, he took his time tormenting her breasts. Sucking hard on each aroused nub in turn, he growled low in his throat as Gia rocked her pelvis against his cock. It would be so easy to slip into her welcoming heat, but he wanted all of her passion right now. 

By the time he’d licked and sucked his way up to her mouth she was grinding hard against him, lifting her pelvis against his by wrapping her strong legs around his waist. She snarled at him when he went to kiss her and he smiled against her lips.

“Feeling a little feral, my Gia?”

She tried to nip his lips and he frowned at her. “Bad girl.”

Anger and frustration burned hot in her gaze and she bared her teeth at him. He loved it when she let go like this, when she let her primal instincts drive her. This woman would never be truly tamed. He would have to seduce her into submission every time and the challenge of it, the energy that drove him higher until his mind entered that crystal clear realization of Top space. The best description of the feeling was that he was like a predator looking at his prey, watching her body, waiting for her to try to flee or strike. 

Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat and held her tight. When she continued to struggle, he tightened his grip, nowhere near enough to hurt her but just enough so she would feel collard by him. She swallowed and abruptly the fight went out of her. Not trusting her to remain passive, he removed the pins from her hair with his free hand until spread around her in a silken veil of honey brown waves. 

So beautiful with her deeply tanned skin and dark golden hair. He released her throat and she leaned up, licking his chest while he caressed her wrists, her cuffs still in place. His erection slid against her arousal soaked sex and he gripped a handful of her hair, stretching her neck open to him. When he bit her hard in the sensitive place where her neck and shoulder met beneath the pearls, she shivered and began to lick and suck his nipple. 

He lifted his head and looked over at one of his friends watching them. “Get me a couch with a blanket.”

Gia ran her nails lightly down his back, then gripped his ass. The happy, purring sound she made had his dick twitching against her pussy. After he unhooked her arms from the chain holding her to the table, he brought her wrists, still cuffed together, to his mouth and kissed both her palms. She gave a beautiful whimper that went straight to his cock, driving his urgency to truly possess her higher. 

He scooped his arm beneath her ass and threw her over his shoulder. She let out a little shriek that he found exquisitely feminine. Giving her hip a smack, he walked them over to the couch his friend had secured for them. He almost stumbled when she began to lick his lower back, and he bit her hip. 

Little minx.

When he reached the couch he slid her off his shoulder and made sure she was okay to stand on her own before he sat. A soft, thick red blanket had been placed over the couch to protect it from body fluids and with Gia he would need it. No doubt she would soak his balls with her orgasm. The way she got so wet for him had him pulling her forward until she straddled his lap with an eager growl.

“Ride me. I want you to come all over my dick.”

She practically jumped him and he found himself with an armful of hot, aroused, squirmy girl on his lap. Without preamble she lined his cock up with her slit and began to slowly lower herself on him. She adjusted her stance so her legs were better situated outside of his. As she eased him into her ever so tight little pussy, she met his gaze and now it was his turn to shiver.

The intense emotions he saw there made his chest hurt. She looked at him like she loved him and he found it impossible to keep his feelings hidden from her. With one look she stripped away all the formidable walls he kept in place around his emotions and made them vanish like dew on a hot summer morning. Pleasure arced through his nervous system and the need to own her completely overwhelmed him. 

He could never let her go.

She had to stay.

He would die without her.

She was riding him, her face tensing as she neared her orgasm. He tilted her hips, the delicious slide of his dick in and out of her clenching cunt made his vision dim. Not wanting any distance between them, he pulled her close and began to kiss her. She gasped against his mouth and began to grind her amazing pussy against his lap. Feeling how close she was, he gripped her ass hard, awakening the still bruised flesh.

She jerked back enough to almost break his hold and screamed, her back arching as she ran her nails down his chest hard enough to draw blood. When the first milking contraction of her orgasm hit, Ivan slammed himself into her, drawing out her orgasm as he raced towards his own. Ecstasy exploded in his veins and he roared as the blinding climax ripped through him. 

Through it all, Gia kissed his neck, whispering how amazing he was, how good he made her feel, and how much she adored him. As the last staggering blast of his release faded he held her to his chest and whispered to her in Russian how important she was to him, how much better his life was with her, and how he was never letting her go. Then he leaned in even closer and whispered low enough so that no one could hear him confess his love for her, how his life goals now included having her with him as his wife, the mother of his children, and how he wanted to grow old with her at his side. 

They continued to cuddle and pet each other for a long, blissful time. Someone put a blanket over Gia’s shoulders and Ivan looked up to find Nico watching him closely. Before he could say anything, Nico handed him a damp towel and said in Russian, “Don’t let her go, Ivan. She loves you.”

He moved his girl enough to dab at the blood seeping from the scratch marks on his chest.

She looked groggily at his motions and made a soft, pained noise. “I hurt you.”

“No,
miliy
, you marked me with your passion.” 

He handed the towel to an attendant wearing latex gloves who stood nearby. Another club submissive handed Ivan a container of baby wipes. Moving Gia as little as possible, he cleaned her sore pussy, then used more wipes and cleaned his blood from her chest where it had smeared while she rode him. Once that was taken care of, another attendant handed him a clean towel and he laid it on his chest before pulling Gia back against him without the risk of getting more of his blood on her.

Gia snuggled against him making sleepy humming sounds. Contentment, peace, and happiness warmed him almost as much as the way Gia was nuzzling his neck with her lips. He nodded at the attendants to signal that he didn’t need anything else then stroked Gia’s hair, trying to figure out how he was going to possibly convince this fiery, stubborn, smart, amazing woman to leave behind everything and everyone she knew to live with him in Russia. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of a way to prove to her that he was sincere.