by Mayburn, Ann
They both nodded, and he waited until the door closed to go into the viewing room.
As soon as he entered, his friends Alex and Nico turned from where they were standing in front of the one-way mirror and smiled. In his early forties, Alex had a long scar going down the side of his face from when he’d been in a knife fight. It gave him a sinister appearance that went well with his mafia background. Nico was a dark-skinned Russian with Somalian roots and a tall, strong frame. Growing up in the direst of poverty in the cold Russian city of Moskova, Nico managed to work his way out and ended up in Moscow where he now ran a successful pharmaceutical firm. Catrin, the curvy little blonde submissive, was his wife. Ilyena belonged to Alex, but they were more of a casual, physical relationship rather than true love.
Alex turned back to the mirror and whistled. “Dimitri told me Gia was beautiful, but he didn’t mention how exotic she was. A very unusual combination that works for her.”
“Thank you,” Ivan said with a small smile as pride filled him at the compliment.
Ivan strolled over to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling off his shoes. He’d been awake for close to twenty-six hours right now and his eyes were gritty from lack of sleep. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t staple his eyelids to his forehead if that’s what it took to enjoy every minute of Gia’s seduction, but exhaustion pulled at him.
The women went into the bathroom together, then Ilyena and Catrin came out a few minutes later and shut the door so Gia could have her privacy. Ilyena darted towards the mirror while Catrin stayed back by the bathroom.
Keeping her voice low, Ilyena said, “Master Ivan, are you sure she knows this is role playing?” While they could hear her, she couldn’t hear them, and she began to tap her foot. They all chuckled as comprehension dawned. “Oh, that’s right, I can’t hear you. Okay, well, Master Ivan, Catrin and I think Gia may believe she is actually being kidnapped. The way she talked, how she acted…she’s scared. She begged us to help her escape.”
Nico pressed the button next to the mirror that activated the microphone so they could talk. Ivan frowned. “Gia’s a good actress. I’ve reminded her of her safeword more than once, and she has not used it.”
Catrin nodded, but her doubt was obvious. Neither Alex nor Nico commented, and Ivan scowled at their backs. Now that the seed of uncertainty had been planted in his mind, he tried to examine what had happened so far. Could it be true? Could Gia really believe she was actually kidnapped?
Disturbed at the possibility, he barked out to the men, “Get your asses out of the way and sit down. I want to see.”
Throwing friendly insults at each other, they settled back and waited for Gia to come back out. It didn’t take her long, and when she exited the bathroom she had her hair up in a towel and another towel wrapped around her body. Her skin was still flushed from the heat of the shower and she was even more beautiful without any makeup on. Her hesitant smile at the other girls settled his doubts. If she really thought this was a true abduction she wouldn’t be smiling at the women helping to hold her captive.
Moving almost as one, Ilyena and Catrin took Gia’s hands and led her towards the massage table set up next to the bed. While Ilyena helped Gia up onto the table, Catrin lowered the lights until the room was bathed in a mellow glow.
Gia sighed and shook her head, then her voice came through the speakers. “If you won’t help me escape, can you at least tell me about the man who has kidnapped me? Is he the kind of man who likes to hurt women?”
“Master Ivan?” Catrin almost looked over her shoulder at the mirror, but caught herself. “Of course not. He’s a wonderful man.”
Ilyena smiled, removed her blouse and placed it on the bed. She caught Gia’s confused look. “I don’t want to get oil on the silk.”
Catrin giggled and slipped out of her shirt as well, her big breasts wobbling with her movements. “I don’t want my Master to beat me.”
Gia leaned up on her elbows, the valley between her soft brown breasts mounded nicely against the surface of the massage table. “Ivan beats you?”
“No, silly. Master Ivan isn’t my Master.”
Ilyena quickly spoke up. “We belong to some of Master Ivan’s friends.”
Gia let out a sigh that held the unmistakable note of relief. “Oh, well that's good. I mean, I wouldn’t want to be interfering in anything you had with him.”
“No, Master Ivan is very single.”
Giving a dry laugh, Gia turned her head so she faced away from the mirror. “Great. I’m sure after I’m ransomed, I’ll leave my number with him.”
Catrin tugged the towel out from beneath Gia. The table was angled so the men had a side view, and the swell of Gia’s firm ass made all three men groan in appreciation.
“Now there is an ass I would like to fuck,” Alex muttered in a dark voice.
Ivan gave him a grin that was more of a snarl. “That ass is mine.”
Laughing, Nico lifted his hands in their direction. “Shut up.”
Following the pronounced curve of her ass with his gaze, Ivan adjusted his aching dick. “If you gentlemen don’t mind, I’ll be jerking off back here. After watching Dimitri eat her cunt and not getting anything other than blue balls I need to let off some pressure.”
Alex grunted. “Feeling a bit of pressure myself.”
“Me too,” Nico said as he shifted and stroked himself through his pants.
Ivan turned his attention back to the window, then clenched his teeth. Ilyena and Catrin were massaging oil into Gia’s skin, making her body shine and highlighting the grace of her lean figure. Both women looked over to the mirror and gave their Masters hot, hungry looks. Ivan knew that after this, his friends would have their girls to fuck while he’d be left alone with his hand. Oh, he could use one of the always available submissives who traveled with them, or borrow one of the submissives from his friends who were into sharing, but the only woman he wanted was Gia.
Evidently, he wasn’t the only one, because the ever-bold Catrin made the first move. She leaned over and licked a line over Gia’s ass. “Mmm, vanilla flavored oil.”
With a squeak Gia almost rolled of the table. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you pleasure like Master Ivan instructed us to.”
Flushing, Gia clutched the sheet beneath her to her chest. “Please, you don’t have to do it. I won’t tell. I’m fine.”
Catrin giggled and boldly slipped her hand between Gia’s legs, cupping her sex. “Mmm, nice and wet. Just relax, Gia, and let us take care of you. It would please me very much.”
Gia moaned softly and glanced at Ilyena. “Are you sure we should be doing this? I don’t think I should orgasm without Ivan’s permission. I mean I know he’s just the guy who kidnapped me, but I don’t want to do anything to make him mad. You won’t tell him, will you?”
Even as Gia said that, she tilted her hips up at a needy angle. Ilyena smoothed Gia’s hair back and placed a soft kiss on the other woman’s shoulder. “Stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment. You have no control, no choice in this, so you might as well take as much pleasure as you can. If Master Ivan hasn’t told you not to orgasm, I say have as many as you can.”
With a soft whimper Gia bit, then released her lower lip in a way that made Ivan almost desperate to kiss her. “I really shouldn’t.”
Turning in his chair, Alex gave Ivan a grin. “Looks like you’ll be able to punish a naughty girl after this. I doubt she’ll be able to withstand both Catrin and Ilyena.”
Groaning, Ivan rubbed his dick through his pants. In the other room, Gia was shifting restlessly on the table as the girls worked her over. As they massaged Gia’s feet they both smiled at Gia’s full- throated groan of pleasure. He made a mental note to see if Gia liked to have her toes sucked.
Ilyena stepped back. “Turn over, please.”
Gia did and he swallowed hard at the sight of her dark, hard nipples pointing towards the ceiling. The little gold barbells piercing the tight nubs glinted
with her increasing breath. Catrin moved up towards Gia’s chest and began to massage her shoulders while Ilyena began to rub oil into Gia’s thighs. All the men in the room held their breath while Ilyena slowly worked her way towards Gia’s cleft and Catrin began to smooth oil over Gia’s breasts.
Ivan stood and began to pace, unable to stand the need to touch his submissive. The way she quivered beneath the other woman’s ministrations goaded him on like a bull seeing red. He stalked up to the window and gripped his hands into fists as Catrin began to play with Gia’s nipples.
He groaned and turned to Nico. “I’m going in there.”
“Wait!” Alex stood and physically blocked his way to the door. “For the love of God, man, interrupting them would be a sin. At least let us see her climax first. That way you can go in and punish her while we fetch our unruly submissives.”
Ivan considered pushing him out of the way, but Nico spoke up from where he was still sitting. “Your beautiful girl looks like she’s about to come despite her best efforts.”
Alex and Ivan whipped around to face the window and made similar pained noises. Ilyena was busy thrusting her fingers in and out of Gia’s pussy hard enough to make the other woman’s breasts shake. Catrin had begun to toy with Gia’s piercings and Gia panted, her moans surrounding him and driving him beyond reason.
Ilyena swept her hair to the side and leaned down, moving her head so the Masters watching could see her tonguing Gia’s aroused clit. The other woman seemed to enjoy Gia’s pussy because she leaned closer so she could get a better angle with her mouth while she fingered Gia.
To Ivan’s right, Nico began to move restlessly in his chair. “Alex, I say we let our girls play together tonight after we punish them for making Ivan’s sub orgasm without his permission.”
Alex laughed, a dark rumble that didn’t bode well for Ilyena. “Agreed.”
Gia arched her back, thrusting her pert breasts into the air. She grasped Ilyena’s head and rocked her pelvis against the other woman’s face. Catrin gave both of Gia’s breasts a sharp pinch and Gia came with a wail, shivering and shaking as Ilyena continued to lick at her with wet, sucking sounds.
“Thank fuck,” Ivan breathed out a second before he practically dashed out the door. Alex and Nico followed him, the men saying something in voices too low for him to hear then laughing. He reached the door to the room Gia was in and took a deep breath. So much for taking it slow. He was going to go in there and fuck that beautiful woman until she screamed his name like a prayer.
Ivan jerked the door open and stepped inside before roaring in Russian, “What is going on in here!”
Chapter Four
Gia shrieked as an enraged Ivan burst through the doors like a demon breaking out of Hell, scaring the shit out of her. Ilyena and Catrin screamed as well and Gia tumbled off the table in her haste to get away from Ivan. Gone was the tender man who’d carried her into what amounted to her luxurious prison and in his place stood a big, pissed off Dom. There was no mistaking the proprietary way he looked at her, like he owned her. She cursed her body for finding that arousing even as she scrambled away from his wrath.
He began yelling at the girls in Russian. Catrin wailed something back to him while Ilyena remained silent. Gia glanced at the open door and began to creep towards it, hoping maybe he’d be so busy yelling at the other woman that he wouldn’t notice she was gone. Then again, she was nude, in an unfamiliar place, in a mansion full of criminals. Who knew what one of them might do to her if they found her before Ivan did.
It might be better to stay here.
Two more men entered the room, on a very tall and handsome black man and the other an older gentleman with strong features and commanding eyes. They both snapped something at Ilyena and Catrin and the women hurried to kneel at the other men’s feet. As soon as Catrin and Ilyena knelt in front of the new Doms in a position similar to the one Gia had been taught for presenting herself to her Master, she knew those men must be Ilyena and Catrin’s Masters.
The tall, black man grabbed fair-haired Catrin by the arm and jerked her to her feet. His full lips drew back in a snarl and Catrin began to cry. She said something to him, obviously begging, and he grabbed her around the throat, bringing her close for a very through, very passionate kiss. Then he released her and muttered something that had the pretty blonde whimpering.
Gia crouched next to the bed, wanting to crawl beneath it and hide, but at the same time fearful of what would happen to the other women. Even if they wouldn’t help her escape, they’d shown her nothing but kindness. Ilyena was being handled by her Master in a similar, rough fashion. Catrin’s Master had pulled her to her feet by her arm, while Ilyena was yanked up by her hair. Gia curled in closer on herself, frightened about what Ivan would do to her, but also terrified of what would happen to the other women. Ivan had joined the other men, ignoring Gia, and when he snapped at Catrin, the other woman choked back her sobs.
Screwing up her courage, hoping someone would hear her over the shouting and crying, Gia said, “Please, Master Ivan, they did nothing wrong.”
Ivan turned towards her and glared. “Did you have an orgasm?”
“What?” She tried to think if he’d been in the room when she’d reached her peak, but her eyes had been tightly shut at the time, and the only thing she’d been paying attention to was the way Catrin and Ilyena worked her into a frenzy. “How did you know?”
Ivan jerked his chin towards the mirrored wall. “I was watching you.”
The man with the commanding eyes said something to Ivan, and all three men laughed. Ivan moved closer, looking down where she cowered. Damn it all, of course he wouldn’t have left her alone. She’d noticed the huge mirror when she first entered the room but, due to the positioning of the bed, she thought it was for people to watch themselves while having sex. It never occurred to her Ivan would violate her privacy like that. However, as a prisoner, she probably didn’t have any right to expect any kind of privacy.
The two men and their very subdued submissives left the room, and Gia crossed her arms over her chest, the pleasant rush of her orgasm destroyed by Ivan’s yelling. As irrational as it was, she felt violated by him spying on her. In a way, she’d trusted him, and he’d betrayed that trust. She stood, jerked the blanket off the bed and covered herself with it.
With a deep chuckle, Ivan took another step closer and she backed up, trying to keep her chin held high. “I don’t appreciate you spying on me.”
A smile twitched the corner of his firm lips, but his eyes darkened as he slowly looked her over from head to toe. “Until your ransom is paid, you belong to me. You are mine to protect, mine to pleasure, and all of your cries of passion belong only to me.” He moved closer still until his energy trembled over her skin like a warm breeze. “You knew having an orgasm without my permission would lead to a punishment. I would hate to disappoint you.”
Swallowing hard, she fought the tightness of her throat. “You don’t own me. You’ve kidnapped me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Gia. Either you come take your spanking like a good little girl, or I will be forced to take you downstairs and allow every Master in this house to have a turn spanking that pretty bottom of yours. Considering we have a number of sadists in residence, you would be wise to stop defying me.”
The thought of strangers beating her, touching her, hitting her made her ill. Ivan waited patiently, his gaze never leaving her face. From the way he sat, the shirt he wore stretched over his wide shoulders, and she wondered if he had to have his shirts custom made in order to accommodate his big, bull neck. Looking down at his equally big hands, she tried to still the shudder of apprehension, and desire. Later, when she escaped or was finally ransomed, she’d have to see a therapist to deal with these conflicted feelings. For now, she wanted to stay alive and unharmed.
“Promise you won’t hurt me?”
Shit, she hated the
tremble in her voice, but the reality was that Ivan could do anything to her he wanted. The weight of that knowledge settled in and started a low, warm burn in her belly. The fact that she found this situation arousing only deepened her self-disgust. She’d heard of Stockholm Syndrome, where the captive begins to develop positive feelings for their captors, even falling in love, but she never thought it could happen to her. While she didn’t love Ivan, she was deeply attracted to him and his total domination of her.
His gaze softened and he motioned to her. “My Gia, there will be discomfort, even pain. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a punishment, but it won’t be more than you can take. Now, come here before I make you wear weighted clamps on your nipples while I play with a magnet.”
Hesitantly, she did as instructed. He had to pull the blanket from her hands, revealing her body to him an inch at a time. Once she was fully naked, he let out a low growl of pleasure and tugged her closer until she stood in the cradle of his heavily muscled thighs. He ran his hands down her hips before cupping her bottom, his grips almost big enough to cover the entire area of her ass.
“I don’t know who trained you or how you were trained but, for me, when it is time for punishment, you will beg for it.”
She stared at him. “You want me to beg you to spank me?”
He didn’t say anything, just locked his gaze with hers. She saw no mercy, no pity in the shimmering blue depths of his eyes. She shivered at the raw, barely contained desire reflecting back at her. Even without the restless way his hands massaged her bottom she could feel his need for her, yet he wasn’t throwing her over the bed and fucking her. Instead, he was making her connect with him, like a good Dom would, and that scared her. Whoever Ivan was, he obviously knew his way around a submissive’s mind and heart.
Unable to face his gaze, she looked away. “Please spank me, Master.”
He laughed and leaned forward until his breath warmed her nipple. “You can do better than that.”
The all too pleasant warm rush of his heated breath on her tender bud made her wish he’d close the distance between them and put his mouth on her breast. She knew better than to move forward so his lips touched her flesh, but she was tempted. With a low growl, he briefly caressed the areola of her breast with his tongue, sending bright sparks of pleasure through her, making her greedy for more.