Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (6 page)

She nodded and groaned against his lips, her body tensing up to the point of pain. Dimitri was now sucking rhythmically on her clit while teasing the entrance of her sheath with his finger. He’d press in enough to start the feeling of being penetrated, then he’d draw back and leave her moaning in need. 

Ivan tightened his grip on her hair until it hurt and yanked her head back, exposing her neck to him. “Beg me.”

“Please!” The word burst from her as she dangled helpless in his grasp, her hands bound, her feet spread apart, and her pussy throbbing to be filled by someone, anyone. “Please, Master, may I come?”

He licked the seam of her lips, then commanded, “Climax for me,
moya sladkaya
.”

She cried out when he pulled away, then Dimitri pushed two of his thick, wonderful fingers deep inside of her while he devoured her with big, greedy swipes of his tongue. The rough fabric of his hood scraped against her inner thighs as he finger fucked her with enough force to make her shake on Ivan’s lap.

The first blissful contraction made her world go dark and she screamed, twisting and writhing against Ivan until he had to pin her to his chest. The sensations of being bound by his strength made the orgasm deepen, grow longer somehow. Then, Ivan bit the side of her neck and she shuddered, so overwhelmed by a deep emotional relaxation and pleasure that she could barely breathe. Each wave of her release pushed her deeper against Ivan until she wasn’t sure where his body ended and hers began.

Through it all he kept talking to her in Russian, saying things she didn’t understand, but in a tone of voice that was at once demanding and seductive. With one last gentle lick, Dimitri pulled back from between her legs and said something to Ivan that was almost a growl. Ivan snarled back at the other man and a moment later Dimitri began to uncuff her feet from the spreader bar. 

She moaned in appreciation when her legs were finally moved back inside of Ivan’s powerful thighs. The muscles burned and tingled, but the discomfort only made her snuggle closer to her captor. Her mind seemed to have gone on holiday, but that didn’t really matter. Right here, right now, she’d found a small island of peace in the middle of the terrifying storm that had filled her life.

Ivan unhooked her wrist cuffs from each other, but kept the cuffs on—probably a symbol of her servitude to him. He removed a handkerchief from his inner pocket and gently cleaned her sex. Little tremors shook her and Ivan leaned forward, easily cradling her weight as he grabbed something from the floor. She opened her eyes enough to see him tucking the fur coat around her with an expression of great contentment. Warmth flowed through her, mixing with the soft blanket of pleasure surrounding her soul like the jacket surrounded her body. She was the one who made him smile like that, she was the one who now enjoyed his affectionate touches.

He caught her watching him and winked. “You pleased me very much, my Gia.”

Smiling at him, she attempted to say something, then sighed and closed her eyes again.

“Sleep,
moya sladkaya
. Nothing will harm you while I am here.”

Peace like she’d never known moved through her and she prayed she’d be rescued or ransomed before she started to view Ivan as something more than her captor.

Chapter Three

Ivan Ershov debated if he should wake the sleeping woman in his arms as they neared the hunting lodge where he was staying with a few of his Russian friends and other members of the European delegation. They were nearing the end of their tour of various US clubs, and as the grand finale, they’d attended the infamous Submissives Wish Auction where Ivan found his Gia. They memory of her standing on the stage near him, trembling with fear, made him smile. The moment he looked into her big, expressive brown eyes he knew he had to have this woman. And so far she’d exceeded his highest expectations.

She snuggled closer against him, her brow drawn down in distress as something troubled her in her sleep.

He leaned closer and placed his lips against her smooth forehead. “Shhhh, easy
moya sladkaya
.”

With a soft sigh she relaxed back into a deeper sleep. He studied her features, marveling at the exotic blend of people that had made such a stunning creature. She looked almost Indian, but she had the slightly almond shaped eyes of her mother’s Syrian people and a golden undertone to her darkly tanned skin. Normally he liked big breasts on a woman, but Gia’s small mounds fit his hands perfectly, like she’d been made for him. And she was so expressive, wearing her emotions for everyone to see, or she was a fantastic actress.

While he enjoyed role-playing, he’d found it difficult to find a submissive who could fully commit herself to a role like Gia did. If they hadn’t had more than two conversations reminding her about her safeword, and she hadn’t responded so well, he’d almost believe she truly thought herself a captive. Such dedication to her role inspired him, and while she slept, he had Dimitri call ahead to the lodge and arrange a few surprises for his captive submissive.  

Dimitri’s deep voice cut through Ivan’s obsessive examination of his new girl. He kept his voice low, but spoke in Russian. “You like this woman, don’t you?”

Bemused at the slightly jealous tone in Dimitri’s voice, he looked up and shifted his hand so it gripped her firm ass in a possessive manner. “Yes.”

Swearing, Dimitri twirled the black ski mask on his finger. He was a handsome man in a stern way, around ten years older than Ivan with silver flecking his coal black hair and a goatee. “Damn. She’d look lovely serving under high protocol. How much do you want for her?”

Laughing softly, Ivan stroked his knuckles over Gia’s cheek. “No, all her training will be done by me. If you wanted her you should have bid on her at the auction.”

Dimitri shrugged. “I thought she sounded too high maintenance for me, but I had no idea she would submit so beautifully.”

Ivan shrugged. “Your loss, my gain.”

He tried to keep the anger out of his voice, a possessive resentment he’d never felt before when sharing his submissives with his friends. After all, they shared their submissives with him. Well, some of them did. His friends who’d married or permanently collared their submissives tended to be far more protective. Most would only allow their female subs to play with other women. 

Not that Ivan had a problem with that in the least. He knew Gia liked women, had even trained beneath one, and the idea of watching her tease another woman to orgasm had his cock throbbing beneath her warm, sleeping form. The smell of her arousal still haunted him and he longed to slip a finger between her legs and sample her sweetness. 

He’d had to listen to Dimitri brag about how good she tasted, how hot and soft her cunt was for the past hour and he was about ready to punch his friend in the face. 

“She is mine, Dimitri. If you wish to play with her again you would do well to remember that.”

With a shrug Dimitri sat back then looked out the window. “As you wish. Just know the offer is out there. You know I wouldn’t be cruel to her and there are plenty of submissives with us that would gladly attend to you.”

Instead of replying, Ivan turned and looked out the window as well, then shifted Gia in his arms. The edges of the horizon had begun to brighten, faintly illuminating the forest below. They were on their way to a hunting lodge in the Allegheny Mountains. While the European delegation also had an entire floor at one of the hotels in Boston, and another in New York City, most preferred to spend their time at the mansion, and with good reason. 

As the massive lodge with its twenty-two bedrooms and a fully equipped dungeon came into view, Ivan couldn’t help a renewed rush of blood racing into his already aching cock. He could not wait to fuck his beauty. Now that he’d seen her orgasm and been able to detach himself enough to really pay attention to her body and responses, she’d never be able to fake her arousal with him. He’d run into subs who would sometimes fake their pleasure in a misguided effort to please their Master, not realizing they were denying both themselves and their Dominant a deeper pleasure.

They landed and Dimitri got out first, making sure he was out of sight by the time Gia roused from her deep sleep.

The whine of the slowing blades brought her awake with a jerk and she looked around in confusion before Dimitri closed the door again. Ivan gave her a moment to get her bearings, and when her gaze met his, he saw a heady mixture of desire, need, and unease. Unable to help himself, he shifted his hand so it slipped through the opening of the fur jacket. Blood rushed to her cheeks as he stroked his finger over her mound, teasing the small patch short curls there.

“Good morning, Gia.”

Her voice came out husky, and he wasn’t sure if it was from sleep or the way her body was warming beneath his fingers. “Good morning. I don’t suppose you decided to let me go?”

He was glad she still wanted to role-play with him.  Smiling, he moved the tip of his finger a tiny bit closer to her slit. Her pupils dilated and her lips softened, inviting his kiss. He was tempted, but he had other plans for their first kiss. “Not until your ransom is paid.”

She frowned, pressing her legs together in an effort to keep out his hand.

Unacceptable.

He moved her off his lap and she blinked in confusion as he removed the fur and tossed it onto the other seat. 

“Bend over and place your hands on the chair across from me.”

A tremor ran through her and he waited. Part of him wished she would disobey so he could punish her, but another part wanted to underscore the lesson he was about to teach her in a brutal manner. The morning light strengthened, and he took a moment to appreciate her flawless beauty. Mile long legs with the muscles of a runner, a high and tight round ass, and a slender waist that begged for his hands to grip it as he fucked her. She appeared so fragile, but he’d learned a long time ago that women were far tougher than most men gave them credit for.

Swallowing hard, he berated himself for getting so carried away about a submissive. Yes, she was extraordinary; yes, the attraction between them was more powerful than anything he’d felt before, but he wasn’t some green Dom. He’d been in the lifestyle for ten years, was a respected member of the community in Moscow and a Master at the art of making a woman his willing slave. 

This tinge of nervousness running through him was something he tried hard to ignore.

“Pull your robe up. Show me my pussy.”

Without having to be told, she also spread her legs, showing her wet cleft with its pouty inner lips begging to be sucked. Fucking Dimitri had gone on and on about how sweet her pussy was after she’d fallen asleep, and how hard and big her clit had gotten. Indeed that firm, pink tipped nub stood out from the dusky skin of her pussy in a way that made his cock lurch.

He stood and moved next to her, smoothing his hand down her flank. “What did you do wrong?”

She froze beneath his hand. “I’m sorry, Master. Whatever I did, please don’t hurt me.”

“I told you, Gia, I will not hurt you. But I also will not have my submissive deny me her body.”

She was silent for a moment then sucked in a tense breath and said, “Yes, Master. Please forgive me.”

He stroked down the slit of her bottom to her warm, wet pussy. Playing with her arousal-slickened lips, he smiled as she relaxed, then arched into his touch. She was so responsive and eager to please once he got past her initial resistance. Without preamble, he thrust two of his fingers into her, inwardly groaning at how fucking hot her cunt was. When she squeezed down on his fingers he clenched his teeth and tried to fight the urge to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You do, Master.”

Her tight passage gripped his fingers in a rhythmic squeeze and his smile grew. So, his beauty liked domination. Good thing he did as well. “Whose cunt is this?”

With his thumb he began to massage her clit, loving how she bucked and moaned. “Yours, Master.”

She tried to roll her hips, but he gave her ass a sharp slap with his other hand. “You will be still.”

“Yes, Master.” She’d begun to pant and her sheath spasmodically squeezed his fingers. 

Ivan hooked his fingers and pressed down, looking for the ridges of her g-spot. After finding it, he began to massage that dense bundle of nerves. “That’s right, Gia, it is my cunt and I will touch it, fuck it, and eat it whenever I want.”

“Yes, Master.” She added a plaintive, “please.”

He removed his fingers from her body and she gave a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Moving out of her line of sight, he licked his fingers clean and delighted in the taste of her cunt. She had almost a red wine essence to her arousal, a heady blend of musk and salt that had him seconds from pulling out his cock and giving her the fuck she so desperately wanted. Then he caught sight of the two women waiting at the steps leading to the house and grinned.

Ivan had asked to borrow two of his friend’s submissives to help him fulfill all of Gia’s fantasies. He knew from Gia’s bio that she enjoyed men and women and he was going to make sure she was satisfied in every way possible while she was his. With a start, he realized that he did indeed think of her as his, even though they were virtually strangers. Good thing he was leaving for Russia next week or he might be tempted to stay with her, which would never work. They lived on different continents; he was a busy man, and she probably had a full life back at in her hometown. Still, he allowed himself to indulge in the moment and imagine keeping her as his permanent submissive. 

He glanced over at the woman who was becoming an obsession. “Pull your robe back in place, put the jacket on, and follow me.”

She did as he asked and he caught her giving the women waiting for them a worried look. He didn’t know why Gia was so tense. Ilyena and Catrin were lovely and accomplished submissives. Plus, they both spoke fluent English, so they’d be able to talk to Gia and calm her. They would bring Gia nothing but pleasure, just as he’d instructed. The thought of tall, fair Ilyena and the plump and blonde Catrin with a dark skinned Gia between them was the kind of thing men fantasized about. He wanted Gia to feel conflicted, to have to seduce her into being his willing captive. Now, after their rough evening, he wanted her pampered and well-rested for the night he had planned for her.