Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (39 page)

As they rode the elevator to their floor, she absently stroked the lovely fur jacket and looked at their reflection in the polished brass doors of the elevator. Dimitri looked as good as ever in his dark suit and trench coat, but she appeared a little shell shocked. Her eyes were as big and round as dinner plates and her mouth was slightly parted. Giving herself a mental shake, she took a deep breath and let it out.

“So, this is where we live?”

“Yes. Do you like it? If not I have many other places where we could stay. Or I could buy new home for you.”

The doors leading to the twelfth floor opened before she could respond. As they stepped out into the very modern black marble and chrome hallway she looked around with surprise. The hallway itself was very short and there were only two doors.

Dimitri moved over to the door to the right of the elevator and smiled. “Put thumb here please to make sure it work.”

She did and the door slid open, revealing a breath taking circular foyer with Brazilian cherry wood floors and pale cream walls. Stepping inside, she turned in a slow circle, taking in the staircase leading to an upper level and the archways opening to different rooms. She was used to apartments being like the matchbox she’d shared with her roommate in college, not this palatial expanse of wealth and luxury. The faint scent of paint hung in the air and the place had a brand new feel to it.

“Holy shit. We live here?”

Laughing, Dimitri helped her out of her jacket and hung it up in a small closet off the foyer with his trenchcoat. “This is our home.”

Something in the room to her right caught her eye and she wandered into what had to be a living room furnished in a surprisingly familiar manner. During the long flight over on Ivan’s private jet, she’d spent a great deal of time with Gia looking through her design portfolio on the massive screen of the jet’s entertainment system. At the time she’d thought she was just learning about interior design with Gia, but now she realized she’d actually been picking out furniture for her apartment. Dimitri had totally pulled the wool over her eyes and it touched her deeply that he somehow managed to make this happen, to give her new home her own personal stamp in the most amazing way. They’d spent the last day and a half in Paris, so when he was doing business while she was sightseeing with Gia and Ivan, he must have been setting this up.

What a wonderful, thoughtful man.

Rubbing her hand over the cream microsuede couch, she wandered over to the floor to ceiling windows looking out over Moscow. It was still early morning, Moscow time, and she stared in fascination at all the people moving about on the streets below. Dimitri joined her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers.

“Do you like it?”

“Dimitri, I’d be excited to live in a shack as long as you were with me, but I won’t lie, this is pretty awesome.”

He laughed, the first time she’d heard him do that since they landed in Russia, and hugged her close. “I am glad.”

They stood there together, watching the world pass by at their feet, until her stomach growled. She’d nibbled on the plane ride from Paris, but her nerves had been wound too tight to eat much. Part of her had expected some kind of mafia war to break out the moment they touched down in the airport, but nothing had happened other than the photographer and she was slowly starting to relax. The insane security certainly helped. Dimitri was so paranoid that Maks and another bodyguard each had a room here in the palatial apartment. There was also a command center and a safe room on both floors. Dimitri was taking no chances with her safety and it kind of freaked her out.

The constant reminder that they would never be alone was sinking in and she was kind of bummed she wouldn’t be able to ever relax in her home. Not that she was a nudist, but sometimes she like to lounge around naked. It was comfortable. But not something she’d do with a freaking bodyguard chilling nearby or cameras watching her. Urk. She would keep her exhibitionist tendencies to the bedroom, not in front of men trying to keep her alive. And Maks was scary; even though he was gorgeous, he was intense.

Tawny would love him.

The thought of her best friend made her sigh and Dimitri turned her around to face him. “Why sad?”

She blinked rapidly. “I’m sorry. I just miss my family, my friends. I’ve never been away from them for more than six months. And never so far. I mean…I’m sorry, ignore me. I’m jet lagged and just talking crazy.”

“You are scared.”

For a moment she thought about lying, then shook her head. “Yeah, I’m scared.”

“Then it is my job to make sure you are no longer fearful.”

Unable to help it, she snorted. “Just like that you’ll make me not scared anymore?”

“Yes.”

The utter confidence in his voice made something tingle low in her belly. Stupid hormones. “How?”

He ran his fingers through her hair and fisted his hand hard enough to make her scalp sting. “I am your Master. It is privilege to care for you and to protect you. Trust me, Rya, no one will dare incur my wrath. It would be a slaughter and they understand that. I would destroy nations if you were harmed.”

A cramp hit her stomach as she stared up at him, not sure if she was horrified or comforted. “Please, please don’t kill any innocents, no more killing each other’s women. Promise me.”

He slowly shook his head. “Some would say there are no innocents.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Promise me you won’t kill any innocent women or children whose only crime is being born into a war, or in my case loving their man.”

Moving slowly, he held her hands in his and lifted them to his mouth, brushing his lips over her skin in a delicious stroke that tempted her to just let go and let Dimitri take care of her. He was so very, very good at bringing her pleasure and the idea of just being in his arms for the rest of the day sounded perfect. The thought of spending some time in subspace was beyond tempting; the ability to lose herself in him was a drug she craved. She wanted to surround herself with his will, to do whatever he wanted because she trusted him.

He loved her.

“Master?”

Heat flared in his gaze but his face was expressionless as he said, “Yes?”

“Will you please take care of me?”

Closing his eyes, Dimitri knelt before her and rubbed his face against her breasts. “
Dorogaya
, I live to take care of you. Is my greatest pleasure. We do not need words to understand each other’s souls, only us, touching, caressing, loving each other.”

She sifted her fingers through his hair, loving the way the sunlight brought out the deep auburn highlights. “Are we alone? I mean can I get naked right now without worrying about someone seeing me?”

“You want privacy, yes?”

“I do.”

“One moment.”

He took out his cellphone and said a few things in Russian before hanging up. “We will not be disturbed and cameras are off here. Show me your beautiful body. Show me what is mine.”

It was easy to slide out of the pretty cream dress he’d provided her with. When the frilly pink lace bra and panty set she bought in Paris came into view he growled. “Wait. I did not know you picked this to wear beneath. Keep it on.”

Basking in his open approval, she stretched and gave him a little pout. “You sure you don’t want me naked?”

“Do not move.”

She froze with her hands above her head, pressed to the glass while she basically dared him to fuck her. With her boots still on, she tipped her ass up just the slightest bit and Dimitri sucked in his breath through his teeth. Instead of shedding his clothing and taking her, he took a step back and crossed his arms with a stern look. “I realize we have not begun any formal training, but I want you to know that in my home I demand a different level of control in the bedroom. I’ve never loved anyone before you and the level of control that I will need from you may be trying at times. I ask for your patience, because right now I fear that you will be taken from me if I let my guard down for one second. I need your submission to keep me sane.”

His raw honesty tore at her and she approached him slowly before sinking to her knees and kissing his feet softly before sitting up on her heels. “Yes, Master. I’m yours. I trust you.”

“I want to see my mark, stand up, turn around, take off bra and put hands on glass.”

She did as he commanded, her gaze once again turning to the view beyond the windows, “Master, can they see us?”

“Do you think I will let another covet what is mine?”

She laughed and shimmied her bra off. “No. I do not think you would allow that.”

“My girl is smart.” He stepped up behind her and lifted her hands up, placing her palms flat on the window. “The glass is specially treated so we can see out, but no one can see in. It even blocks infrared heat signatures and can jam any radio frequency.”

“Wow,” she whispered, her skin prickling as he lightly stroked his nails down her back.

“When I first saw this wolf,” Dimitri said softly, “I saw for the first time what I look like to you. I am humbled.”

Realizing he was tracing the tattoo design with his nails she smiled. “I felt so lost after I got back. So alone. I needed something, some kind of mark that wouldn’t fade that would reflect what had happened between us. It made me feel better to know my wolf was protecting my back.”

He sucked in a quick breath. “I am so sorry you got hurt, Rya.”

“No, no, don’t be silly.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “Are we going to fuck or what?”

His eyes grew wide before his shock was replaced with a smirk. “Such a bad girl, topping from the bottom.”

The urge to stick her tongue out was huge, but before she could he gave her a sharp slap on her butt that left her gasping. “Holy hell. That hurt.”

“Bad girls don’t get nice spankings, little Rya. Bad girls get punished.”

Her ever kinky libido ramped up at his dirty talk. “What if I’m only a little bit bad?”

His reply came in the form of a hard slap against her ass that gave a satisfying crack before the pain heated her butt. “Shit.”

“Mmmmm, such a lovely ass. You have no idea how good it feels to rub up against all of your softness.” He pressed his groin to her and she moaned aloud at the feeling of his bare cock pressing against her slit.

“Please, Master,” she whispered and tried to hold as still as possible.

“Look at how well you behave when you want something,” he said in a chiding voice, keeping his cock poised at her entrance but not moving. “So eager to please, for now.”

He smacked her ass, hard three times in a row and by the third strike she screamed.

“What,
zaika moya
, is too hard? You were begging for my punishment, I merely obliged.”

When he rubbed his hand on her bottom she hissed, “Hurts.”

“Then let me make it feel better.”

He knelt behind her and began to lick her bottom, his beard brushing painfully against her burning skin. Damn he had big hands, that shit hurt. When he started to lick right next to her pussy she locked her body in place, wanting so bad to move enough to encourage his mouth on her wet sex. As if sensing her thoughts his tongue teased along one side of her labia, a soft stroke that had her going up on her tip toes.

Dimitri smacked her ass and she sank down again, crying out as he slid his tongue into her pussy and licked.

He pulled back and she almost fell before he pulled her down onto the thick, ultra soft carpet. His gaze locked with hers and he licked his lips slowly, her arousal still gleaming on his skin. As she watched he cleaned his face with his thumb, eating every bit of her cream that he could. By the time he was done she was one good thigh press away from climaxing. Holy hell, he destroyed her with pleasure.

Laying back, Dimitri smiled up at her. “Come, straddle my face.”

Biting back a moan of anticipation, she shifted around until Dimitri was happy with the way her pussy pressed against his mouth. She had to brace her hands against the window because Dimitri was on a mission to make her come. She knew this wasn’t going to be a slow build up the moment he began to suck her clit while shoving two fingers into her pussy. Intense arousal hit her and she cried out, shamelessly grinding her sex against his eager mouth. The brush of his beard on her waxed labia was just unbelievable.

Then he began to scoop up her arousal and spread it on her anus and she lost it, shuddering over him while he licked at her clit with exquisitely gentle strokes that allowed him to eat her through her entire orgasm without jerking away because she had become too sensitive.

He rolled her over until she was on her hands and knees. Not satisfied with her positioning, he roughly rearranged her so that her shoulders rested on the carpet with her ass tilted up to him. He made a pleased sound when she was finally properly arched in a position he liked. Without so much as a word he leaned over and began to press his cock into her, stroking her pussy as he kept filling her. When he was all the way in, she felt possessed on every level and abandoned herself to him.

Dimitri set a languid pace and she rolled her hips into his, losing herself in his gaze and smiling as happiness bordering on bliss filled her. No doubt her spanking had added to this lovely sexual buzz, but it was Dimitri who did this to her, who was here with her, who said he loved her. He toyed with her breasts, squeezing them and toying with her nipples. “I love your tits.”

“I love your everything,” she said with a wide smile.

His pace increased and his eyes darkened until they were the color of storm clouds. “
Ya lyubl
yu
tyeb
ya
fsyem s
ye
rtsem
.”

Lifting her hips slightly, he began to massage her pussy with his free hand, making the most delicious sensations unfurled inside of her. Then he began to tug at her clit, pinching and pulling it until she tensed against him. “Master, may I come?”

“You may.”

He released her clit as soon as the first contraction hit and began to fuck her hard and deep. She arched beneath him, striving to catch her breath as pleasure overtook her to the point where only her heartbeat let her know she was still alive. As the first crest broke, she sucked in a desperate breath of air and moaned. His hard body rubbed against hers and she loved the contrast between them, loved his thick muscles and the smell of his cologne and musk mixing together. Dimitri flipped her over with a low growl. Wrapping her legs around his waist she urged him to take her harder and he obliged.