Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (5 page)

She stiffened and tried to fight the pleasure flaring through her nerves, tried to argue it was merely a physical reaction that she didn’t really enjoy. 

Which was a lie so huge even she didn’t believe it. For whatever fucked up reason they had chemistry together, something that went beyond the normal level of heat with the men she’d dated. Of course it would be her luck that the only time in her life she felt like she found someone she could fully submit to, the only man that was strong enough to bend her to his will, was a criminal. A criminal who even now looked at her like she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.

With a pleased murmur, he circled her breast, awakening her body to his touch even as she hated herself for becoming aroused. Her gold barbell piercing seemed to intrigue him because he soon began to pull and twist on it. To her embarrassment, a whimper of need escaped before she could swallow it.

“You like my touch, don’t you, my Gia? Your body recognizes I am your Master.”

She wanted to argue with him, to tell him to fuck off, to kick him in the nuts, but she didn’t dare anger him. First, because he could kill her, and second, because what he was doing felt so damn good, though she’d die before she admitted it. Her clit throbbed to the beat of her heart. She shifted on his lap, earning a groan as her butt pressed against his epic erection.

He stroked her nipple, now hard enough to cut glass, and pulled her towards him using that sensitive peek, making her arch up or risk being hurt. This exposed her other breast and he played with that nipple as well, making it as stiff and needy as the other. He easily cupped her whole right breast in his hand and squeezed.

“You have such nice, firm breasts. Now, open your robe for me or I will tear it off.”

Her arousal cooled abruptly, and she pushed against his chest. “No, please don’t make me do this.”

“Dimitri, hand me the cuffs and the spreader bar.”

“No!” 

She opened her eyes, and Ivan’s amused expression helped to quiet some of her fear. Then again, maybe the thought of torturing her amused him. She tried to swing at him, but he easily captured her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her wrist, sending confusing sparks of arousal through her. “Cooperate with me, Gia. You have no choice but to submit to my desires and right now my desire is to see your beautiful body bound and spread for me.”

She began to cry again and watched as Dimitri pulled a set of fleece lined leather cuffs out of a storage cabinet situated between the two chairs across from her. Next came a small silver bar with two more leather cuffs attached to it. He tossed the cuffs to Ivan who strapped them onto her wrists with little effort then hooked them together so her hands were bound in front of her.

A metallic snick drew her attention away from the cuffs and she watched as Dimitri twisted the silver bar so it extended and tripled in size. Ivan spun her around so she was straddling his lap in reverse and the silky white fur of the knee length coat he’d covered her with slid to the ground at her feet. When Dimitri approached her with the spreader bar she panicked, kicking out, barely catching the other man in the side of the face.

He made a startled grunt and Ivan tightened his hold on her.

“Stop fighting us. I do not want anyone to be seriously hurt during our play.”

She was past words right now. Her terror at what kind of horrible torture they would do to her if they got the spreader bar on made her buck, kick, and try to bite anything that came near her. Ivan laughed and held her closer.

“That’s it, Gia, fight me. Make me punish you.”

“You bastard!” She continued to struggle, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out over her body as she desperately tried to get away. One cuff went on her right ankle, and Dimitri’s strong hands grabbed her other foot. To her astonishment he bit the sensitive inner arch near her heel. That sting made her settle long enough for him to get the other cuff on.

Defeated, she sagged in Ivan’s grasp. “I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me.”

He stroked her arms and nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. “Gia, right now, you belong to me. Every inch of your body is mine to do with as I see fit. You have no choice in anything, but I promise you that, if you do as I say, you will have nothing but pleasure. Do not fear me,
dorogaya.
This is all for your pleasure.”

Blood rushed to her sex and she sincerely hoped that, despite being spread wide open to Dimitri’s gaze, he couldn’t see how wet she was behind the fine black mesh of her robe. Her arousal was the most humiliating thing of all. Despite the gravity of her situation, and the sheer evil of the kind of man who would kidnap and ransom a woman for money, she was growing needier by the second.

Ivan began to gently kiss the side of her neck, and the soft, delicious touches of his lips to her skin almost brought a moan to her lips. In a perfect world, Ivan would have bought her and she’d be back in the limo with him, having glorious sex, soothing the ache of her pussy with his hard cock. Instead, she had to view him as an enemy and escape at the first possible opportunity. 

He continued to stroke her, soothing her body even if his touch only made her mind more conflicted. Part of her wanted to relax into his petting, to take whatever pleasure she could from this awful situation. Another part was afraid if she gave in to his unspoken demands, she’d only be opening herself for further hurt. After all, if they thought she was some easy slut, she might be passed around to her captors like a sex toy. Her hips shifted at the thought and she was not going to acknowledge how disturbingly hot that idea was. 

 His lips grazed her ear, and she tensed as her sex contracted against her will. That energy between them flared to life, and even though she was in a dimly lit helicopter flying to God knows where, she wanted him. His touch gentled, but remained strong and demanding, coaxing feelings from her reluctant body that put all of her previous notions of arousal to shame.

The warmth of his breath bathed her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry, beautiful girl. In addition to being an opportunistic extortionist, I’m also a Dominant.” He licked the shell of her ear, and she didn’t even bother to try to stop her moan. “In this case, I’m your Dominant and you are my beautiful, sweet, submissive who will serve my every need.”

She pawed weakly at his hand as he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple hard and making her yearn to close her legs. The man sitting across from them had a direct view of her most intimate parts, spread and displayed for him. She must look so wanton, squirming against Ivan, and making the occasional needy whimperher pussy wet and glistening with her need. Hell, she could feel her wetness dripping down between her butt cheeks.

He gave her breast a hard squeeze. “What do you say to your Master, girl?”

On the last word, his voice dipped to a low rumble that was almost like a growl. So demanding, so possessive. He had absolute control in this moment. She would be a fool if she didn’t capitulate to his demands. Being tortured didn’t interest her in the least. But being pleasured did. 

“Yes, Master.”

With a contented sigh he kissed her forehead. “My beautiful slave.” 

His arms loosened until she could have pushed away if she wanted. No doubt he was testing her. She would play along and at some point he’d get careless and she’d escape. And so what if he turned her on. It was a physical reaction that couldn’t be helped. 

Yeah, right.

He parted her robe and she tried to close her legs. She did not like being so exposed before the other man. While she’d already capitulated to Ivan, that didn’t mean she was going to be passed around like some party favor. He folded back the robe in a surprisingly artful manner, displaying her body and framing her.

“Look at this skin, like heavily creamed coffee.” He ran his fingers down her ribs. “You need to eat more. Another fifteen pounds would fill you out.”

She tried to keep her voice calm, but a bit of her anger seeped out. “I like how I am. Can we please not do this in front of…well, whoever the hell that guy is? I mean, are you one of those guys who can’t get stiff without another guy watching?”

Ivan tensed behind her and she got a terrible sinking feeling in her stomach. Once again, her suicidal mouth couldn’t help snarking off to her Dominant. Apprehension had her afraid to move, to even breathe. He remained silent and she risked a glance at the man in the ski mask. His blue eyes glittered intensely, his mouth set into a firm line. She was pretty sure he was pissed and closed her eyes, awaiting her punishment.

“
Malyshka
let me assure you the only thing I need to get off are your sweet moans and tears. Now, because you are begging for it, I will give you a lesson on what my ownership of you means.”

He shifted and she flinched, but he did nothing more than adjust his cock so it was seated between the cheeks of her ass, separated by her thin robe and his pants. “I’m sorry, Master. Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Hurting you doesn’t interest me, Gia. I want to possess you, to dominate you, to make you my willing slave. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Oh, God, why did this psychopath have to be the one who knew the words that would open her heart to him?

He smoothed his hands over her hips and down her thighs, his pale skin standing out in contrast to her dark tan. She loved how big his hands were, the rough feel of his palms on her. Tingles ran through her at his touch. She longed to press her legs together, not so much to hide herself from the still silent man sitting across from them, but to find relief for her throbbing need with a hard squeeze of her thighs.

“Mmm,
dorogaya
, I can smell your wet cunt. Your body understands what your mind still refuses to admit. I am your Master; my desire is your pleasure. Your pussy, your tits, your mouth, they all belong to me and I will use them as I see fit. Do not worry, I will help you learn this lesson well.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice stuttered on the last word and she hoped he thought it was from fear, not desire.

He chuckled, a dark, masculine rumble that made her body hum like a tuning fork. “So agreeable. You should have no problem with letting Dimitri eat your cunt.”

Dimitri laughed while she gasped. “I thought you’d never ask. The sight of her sweet
pizda
has been driving me crazy.” 

She struggled against Ivan. “No, please, I don’t want this. I only want you. Please don’t share me.”

Across from them, Dimitri dropped to his knees. As he approached them, she swallowed hard, disconcerted by the ski mask still covering his face. It somehow made him more intimidating. She began to cry, and Ivan ran his hands soothingly over her torso. 

“Easy. You have no choice in this. I want to watch you orgasm on my lap while he eats your pussy, so you will do it. This is not a hardship for you and nothing to fear. I am your Master, and you will obey me.”

Wanting to stop this, and not wanting to admit how much it was turning her on, she tried to press back into Ivan as Dimitri advanced on her. “Master, if you want me as yours, why are you giving me to him?”

“Because it arouses me to have you come undone while I’m holding you. Your face, your pleasure, your desire will all be open and available for my study.” He leaned closer and whispered into her ear, “This is as close as I will ever permit another man to come to you, at my command and at my pleasure. If anyone touches you beyond eating your sweet cunt while I watch and with my permission, I will kill them for daring to touch what is mine.”

Her response was lost as Dimitri knelt between her legs, moving the spreader bar so her feet sat on his thighs as he leaned forward. She watched, unable to look away, as his masked face hovered over her needy sex. He took in an audible breath and groaned before giving her labia a gentle lick, sliding his tongue between her nether lips with a skill that made her toes curl.

“Put your head back on my shoulder. I want to watch you.”

Not liking how exposed the position made her, she turned her head away from him and hoped he wouldn’t say anything. With a soft chuckle he grabbed her braid and forced her to look back. The position he put her in strained her neck but Dimitri was rubbing his thumb up and down the slit of her sex, following the motion with his tongue and the sensation stole her thoughts. The contrast of the rough skin of his hand and the slick caress of his mouth had her body already hovering on the edge of an orgasm.

Ivan looked her over slowly, studying her eyes, her mouth, and her chest. His gaze went lower, and she looked down as well, wondering if the sight of her pussy being eaten like a juicy fruit aroused him. Ivan grasped her breast and began to thumb her nipple, watching the dark tip crinkle and elongate under his ministrations, the gold bar gleaming in the lights.

“Look at your breasts, so firm with nice, big nipples. And I love the toys you pierced them with for me.” He wet his finger and returned to tormenting her breast, adding an unbelievable eroticism to the man licking at her pussy like it was his favorite treat. With Ivan whispering dirty things to her in his deep, purring, bass voice, she was straining to hold back. He had thick, firm lips, the kind she preferred. She wondered how he kissed. Even more, she wondered how he tasted. 

“Eyes on me, slave.”

She looked away from his mouth and back to his gaze. Intense lust radiated from him and she clenched her jaw, her back arching involuntarily as her orgasm threatened. The most basic and first command she’d learned during her training was never orgasm without permission. Now she struggled to fulfill that command even as she berated herself for doing anything to please her captor any more than necessary.

Ivan grasped the back of her head while Dimitri began to focus more on her clit, getting rougher and drawing sharp cries from her.  He began to suckle the nub and she whimpered. With a knowing smirk Ivan brought his mouth to hers, hovering over her skin so the scent of his cinnamon-tinged breath washed over her. “Are you waiting for my command to orgasm,
dorogaya
?