by Mayburn, Ann
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.<
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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.
He opened the door to the helicopter and stepped out. Gia followed and yelped as her feet touched the cold stone of the landing pad. Cursing himself for being distracted and allowing his submissive to suffer unintended discomfort, he swept her up into his arms again. She shivered and he wasn’t sure if it was from the early morning fall chill or her nerves. He knew she came from a modest background, so this whole experience must be overwhelming for her. All the more reason to get her into the house and introduce her to her own personal harem.
He nodded at Ilyena and Catrin as he passed and said in Russian, “Follow me.”
They went in through the French doors leading off of one of the parlors and made their way into the main part of the house. This early in the morning everyone should be asleep, but he caught curious faces peeking out of doorways as they passed. Giving one of the staring submissives a stern look, he tried to not smile as she giggled at him.
Gia shifted in his arms. “Master, I can walk now.” He looked down at her and she blanched. “I mean, if it pleases you, Sir.”
“It pleases me to hold you.”
She swallowed and nodded, taking quick glances at their surroundings as he took them to the special voyeur suite at the end of the first floor. A massive one-way mirror took up the entire connecting wall of two bedrooms. The furniture inside was arranged so the voyeur would have a perfect view of what was happening in the other room. In this case, Gia being serviced by Ilyena and Catrin while he watched from his bed and jerked off repeatedly.
Hopefully, by the time the afternoon rolled around, his burning need to be buried inside Gia would be under control enough to give her the kind of experience she deserved. Right now he’d fall on her like a rutting beast and ride her until she collapsed. While that would be fun, any man could fuck a woman. He wanted to make sex more than a meeting of bodies, but a meeting of souls.
He planned to take his beauty so deep into subspace she would never forget him as the first Master to truly dominate her. The thought made him feel possessive of her, and he held her closer, his heart lightening when she snuggled in his arms.
When they reached the door to her room, he stopped and slid her down his front, letting her feel his erection, his need for her. He was also showing her that he would not be ruled by his body. But, fucking hell, it was torture to step away from her and assume the stern expression her captor would have. If she was going to put this much effort into role-playing he would do the same.
“Do what these women say. If I hear you gave them any trouble, I will make you swallow the seed of every man in this place.” He gave her a cruel smile and enjoyed her dramatic shiver. “I only want those lips around my cock, so I will be forced to punish you further for sucking some stranger to completion before you’ve attended to your Master.”
“Please don’t share me,” she blurted out.
Her big brown eyes filled with tears and she raised her hands towards him, taking a step forward and closing the distance between them. Unable to resist her silent plea he held her against him and gave her as much comfort as he could without breaking his role. Slowly her shivering stopped and she took a deep breath. Her small ribcage felt so slight, so fragile beneath his hands and it made him feel strangely protective.
“I told you before, Gia, you are mine. I won’t let anyone harm you and no man will touch you beyond making you orgasm against his mouth, and only if I allow it.”
He looked up and caught Catrin and Ilyena giving him identical knowing smiles. They were always going on and on about how Ivan needed to find himself a good woman. Not liking what their happy looks implied, he silently snarled at them and they grinned back. He’d have to make sure that their Masters beat them more often. Considering the women’s Masters were waiting in the viewing bedroom for Ivan he wouldn’t have to hold that thought for very long.
He gently pushed Gia away and rubbed the tear marks staining her face away with his thumbs. “I will see you this
afternoon. I suggest you get some sleep because I’m going to fuck you until your voice is gone and your limbs will no longer support you. Then I’m going to strap you into a sex swing and fuck you some more. I can’t wait to get inside your tight little pussy.”
She licked her lower lip and shifted, pressing her thighs together. He already knew that was one of her signals for being aroused and liked the subtle shift in her posture. Instead of shrinking in on herself, she stood at a graceful angle, posed to position her body in the most flattering way possible for those viewing her. Ivan would bet his corporate jet someone had taught her that lovely pose, and he wondered what other surprises she had in store for him.
“Now, come here and say goodbye to your Master.”
She looked up at him from beneath her dark lashes and glanced away, then back again at him in a charmingly shy manner. He had to force himself to breathe as she reached up and cupped his face with both of her soft, smooth hands. The way she looked at his mouth made him aware of her intent, and he knew he should stop her. Their first kiss should be on his terms only, but he didn’t have the strength to stop her, not when this was her first willing act to please him. She could have kissed his feet or employed any number of ways to show her respect, but she’d chosen instead to kiss him.
She had chosen their mutual pleasure over protocol. This was something to be cherished and rewarded.
At the first brush of her lips, they both groaned and his muscles ached from the effort to hold still. If he touched her, even to push her away, there would be no way he’d be able to resist taking her. Thankfully, she was satisfied with a soft, gentle kiss that spun through his blood like slow, sweet fire. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a simple brush of the lips so much.
Stepping back, she gave him a worried, conflicted glance before opening the door and bolting into the room. Ilyena and Catrin went to follow her, but he stopped them for a moment.
“Remember, stay in character.”