Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (16 page)

He eased his fingers from her and painted her nipples with her arousal, then began to lick it off while looking at her. She’d never been with any man who liked this much eye contact, but with Dimitri she found she couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t free herself from his gaze. He was her wolf and she was a scared little rabbit, hoping he didn’t devour her but also wishing he would. She wanted him to consume her, to make her part of him.

Once again, he slid his fingers between her legs and rubbed her clit to a fast, hard orgasm while giving her a savage smile, as if he knew he had more control of her body than she did.

Moving down the bed, he unstrapped her ankles then adjusted her legs so her feet were pressed together with her knees out, like the butterfly stretches she did for her MMA class. This opened her pussy fully to him and he smiled, his gaze possessive, almost greedy, as he looked at her sex. No one had ever been this into her before and she found herself fascinated by his every move, and the tiniest change in his expression.

His lips moved like he was saying something, but she couldn’t hear him over the music. Relaxing back into the bed, she let her muscles fall loose, trying to show him in every way possible that she submitted to him, that she trusted him. He glanced up and the heat in his gaze flared, then he smiled at her and joy filled her at the depth of the emotion in his eyes.

Fuck, losing him was going to hurt.

Bad.

He must have sensed her mood change because he frowned slightly, then moved onto the bed so her ass was cradled in his hands and began to lick her.

Nothing and no one had ever pleasured her as well as Dimitri, and that included his talented mouth. He thrust his long tongue inside of her while rubbing her clit with his nose, sending a shiver through her that curled her toes. While she couldn’t hear him, she could feel the vibrations of his growls against her sensitive flesh. When he bit her left labia she jerked, the pain unexpectedly strong. Then he repeated the motion on her right labia and she screamed, attempting to jerk away from his mouth, but he held her fast.

With the utmost gentleness he suckled on her aching pussy lips, laving them with his tongue and slowly turning that pain back into pleasure. Her mind grew quiet, no thoughts intruding except for the sensation of his mouth on her. Dimitri pulled her cunt wide and began to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue, drawing out an almost endless series of moans from her while Trent Reznor sang about wanting to fuck like an animal.

Something round and cool touched her anus and she tried to get her muscles to cooperate so she could look, but Dimitri picked that moment to suckle her clit and she abandoned herself to the pleasure. That roundness pushed into her ass and she spread her legs wider, wanting everything he had to give her, needing him to fill her, to take and take and take until she had nothing left to give and was blissfully drained.

A burning sensation came from her bottom and she tensed, but Dimitri began to bite on her clit and she climaxed, shouting his name over and over, torn between the sensations of his beard rubbing against her pussy and the object fully entering her butt with an almost audible pop. As she began to float in a delicious nothingness, she vaguely identified the object as a butt plug.

Dimitri lifted her limp legs, probably admiring the sight of the plug stretching her ass. It felt so odd, foreign, yet deliciously taboo.

The soft scrape of his body hair was a delicious sensation that sent shivers racing over her as he leaned over her and unstrapped her wrists. Completely limp, she could barely open her eyes and look at him after three, no, four good orgasms. He kissed her, a light stroke of his lips against hers and she sighed, breathing in the air they shared. Realizing that her hands were free, she automatically threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, accepting his tongue into her mouth and sucking on it gently. The plug in her bottom had her constantly squirming beneath him and she rubbed her pussy against his cock, her fluids making his shaft slick and wonderful to slide against.

Leaning down so he could speak into her ear, Dimitri said in a harsh voice, “Greedy girl. You want my cock in that wet cunt, don’t you?”

“Please,” she moaned out as he licked the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Oh god, Master, I need you.”

He shuddered against her and shifted his hips so his crest pressed lightly at her entrance, then froze there. She tried to move her hips, but he wouldn’t let her, pinning her body with his to the point where she couldn’t draw a full breath. Tension radiated from him and he pressed just the slightest bit into her. The muscles of her pussy clamped down, trying to pull him in further, but he jerked away, saying something in Russian with a loud, angry shout.

Startled, she stared up at him and backed away a little, a trace of real fear going through her as he fisted his hands into his hair and roared at the ceiling.

Scared for real now, she almost fell off the bed in a mindless effort to distance herself from his rage.

He turned and spotted her trying to move away. With a leap a panther would envy, he jumped onto the bed and grabbed her by her hair, hauling her back on the mattress. She yelped at the rough treatment, and her body bounced on the soft surface as he threw her down. Jumping off the bed again, he shouted. “Do not fucking move.”

Nodding, she froze in place while he jerked a condom on with rough hands. When he moved back onto the bed with her she flinched at his touch and he froze. Dropping his head, he took in heaving breaths, but when he looked up some of the anger had faded from his gaze.

Without another word he moved so his back was against the weathered wood headboard of the bed and hauled her onto his lap so she straddled him. He wrapped her hair around his fist, holding her captive while lifting her around the waist with his other arm until his cock was poised at her entrance. In stark contrast to the violence of his earlier movements, he gently lowered her onto his shaft, the plug inside of her rubbing the membrane separating her anus and cunt, making her feel deliciously full.

In spite of her fear, or maybe because of it, the sensation of his dick pressing through her aching pussy had Rya hovering on the edge of orgasm. He must have sensed it because he jerked her head down so he could lick her ear as he said, “Come whenever you want,
zaika moya.
”

Hearing his pet name for her helped her relax and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close as she began to rise up and down on his shaft, arching her hips for maximum penetration. He was so hard, so thick, and her sex burned slightly from the invasion after his earlier hard fuck. She tried to move faster, but his superior strength kept her pace excruciatingly slow and steady.

His scent filled her and she licked at his throat, loving how he said something in Russian that sounded very sexy. Moving a little faster, he released her hair and slipped a hand between them, giving her belly a squeeze that made his cock jump inside of her before pressing his thumb to her clit. She went off like a rocket, shuddering as he continued to fuck her through the press and release of her orgasm, to fill her with him.

His grip gentled and their movements turned into a perfect give and take, moving together as one, chasing their pleasure. He pulled her back by her hair and made her look into his eyes while he fucked her. The tenderness and desperate need she saw in his gaze, mirrored her own. She tried to give him everything with her eyes, to open the window of her soul to him. An almost pained look tightened his face and he brought her mouth to his in a desperate kiss that was all bruising lips and thrusting tongue, matching the intensity of his movements inside of her.

Sweat slicked them both and she tightened on him, her body tensing in anticipation of a pleasure she was sure would change her forever. She felt so fucking good already, how could it possibly top the raw joy of having Dimitri inside of her, of tasting him, of holding him close while he filled her? His muscles turned to rock beneath her hands and she keened into his mouth as her climax rolled through her. Jerking his lips from hers, he bit her neck hard enough that she wondered if he’d broken skin, then he began to shudder as his release merged with hers.

She felt so close to him in this moment, as if they shared the same heart, the same body, the same air, like there was nothing between them. Reveling in this amazing sense of completion she clung to him as her body slowly relaxed, sinking into him and nuzzling his chest, enjoying the feel of his body hair against her skin. Their breathing eventually slowed, but Dimitri made no move to release her, instead, continuing to hold her and pet her.

Eventually, her legs began to stiffen up and all the stress she’d put her body through started to make itself known as her endorphins wore off. Dimitri must have sensed it because he gently moved her off of his semi-hard cock, laying her down with such care that it made her whole body tingle with pleasure. He disposed of the condom, then removed the plug. She hissed in pain as it came out and he made soft, hushing noises.

He picked her up in his arms and she snuggled close while he walked across the room with her, making her feel completely safe and cared for. The cool air made goosebumps rise on her still damp skin and she looked away from Dimitri’s chest. She gave a small gasp of surprise at the sight of their private deck. She took in the padded wicker furniture, the high walls on either side that kept out prying eyes, and the small infinity pool; she didn’t notice the hot tub until Dimitri set her down into the water.

If she had any tension left it disappeared the moment the delicious water surrounded her because she couldn’t move a single muscle. Dimitri joined her a moment later and pulled her onto his lap so her back was on his chest with his long legs beneath hers. She let out a long sigh and Dimitri chuckled.

“You feel good, little Rya?”

“Mmmm…” she stroked his arms holding her and watched the last of the sunset over the impressive sandstone cliffs. “This is perfect.”

“I am glad you are pleased.”

His voice was rough with emotion and she snuggled closer, if that was even possible, needing to comfort him. “Thank you, Dimitri.”

“Thank you,
zaika moya
.”

She laughed and looked over her shoulder at him. “For what? You’re the one that made this all happen.”

His face was unexpectedly serious as he said, “All this? Is nothing. You are more amazing than any of this.”

His words made her yearn for something she could never have, so she tried to joke with him to lighten the mood. “More amazing than the Grand Canyon?”

“
Da
.” He sighed and kissed her head. “I am sorry for scaring you.”

“What?”

“I lost my temper, but it was not you I was angry with. Was me.”

The memory of his rage made her tense. “Why were you so mad?”

He turned her so she straddled his lap, facing him then cupped her face in his hands. “I wanted to slide into you without condom, to feel only you.”

“Well, we both have our health records and you were approved to bid at the auction so I know you’re clean and I have an IUD. If you want to go bareback I’m fine with it.”

He closed his eyes and hauled her to him so he could rest his face on her breasts. “You do not understand. I have never gone without condom. Never. I want things with you that I do not want with any other woman. You upset my world, little Rya. You make me want things that would lead to your death.”

The pain in his voice tore at her and she held him close, rubbing his head and trying to soothe him. “Hey, no sad thoughts, okay? We’re living in the moment. If you want to take me without a condom then do it, if not, that’s okay as well. I don’t want to worry about tomorrow. I want to enjoy the fact that right here, right now, you’re my Master and I’m your submissive.”

His chest expanded against her and he blew out a harsh breath. “Are you hungry?”

Now that he mentioned it, she was starving. “Yep.”

He stood up and lifted her with him, the evening chill making her shiver. Above them, the first stars had started to come out and she cursed herself for forgetting the time. “Shit. Dimitri, is my laptop still in my luggage?”

“
Da
.” He looked down at her as he carried her inside and into the bathroom. “You need?”

“I…yeah, I do.” She bit her lip, wondering how she could ask him for privacy without offending him. “Can I have a few minutes alone?”

“Why?”

“There’s something I need to do.”

He tensed. “What is it, Rya?”

The suspicion in his gaze hurt. “I just need some time alone, okay? Can you give me fifteen minutes?”

Her adoring lover slowly disappeared as the cold, hard man that helped run a criminal empire reappeared. “I will go.”

Without looking back at her he grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. She grabbed one as well and followed him back into the bedroom. Coldness radiated off of him as he quickly dressed, jerking his clothes on with no expression on his face. Fuck, he must think the worst, but she couldn’t tell him what she had to do. It wasn’t her place or his business.

“Dimitri? Are you mad at me?”

No response, just more silence while he pulled his clothes then went for the stairs. “I will be back.”

“When?”

He didn’t respond, just left her with her heart aching. Shit, why was he overreacting? It wasn’t like she was going to…

The loud thumps of his boots going downstairs felt like physical blows and she had to sniff back a tear. Damn it, she never got attached this quickly to any man, let alone to the point where his displeasure made her ache. She wanted to call to him, to tell him she didn’t need privacy, but she couldn’t. This was more important than his feelings. Still, when the downstairs door slammed she wiped a few tears away.

Double shit.

She hadn’t considered how it would look to his paranoid mind. Chewing her lip, she tugged on her one change of clothes from her luggage then took her laptop over to her bed. After logging on she opened up her chat window, scrubbed the tears from her cheeks and plastered on a big, fake smile.