by Mayburn, Ann
“Please what, Master,” she whispered against his lips.
He startled, then ran his thumb over her cheek, “I don’t deserve you, but I don’t care. You are mine.”
With that, he captured her lips in a kiss that had her panting against him. With a shift of her hips she trapped his erection between the solid muscle of his lower abdominals and her aching pussy. Her slit was wet enough that when she slid up his shaft to where it ended just past his belly button it was a wet and smooth glide. The sensation of his thick cock splitting her labia had her moaning low in her throat.
“You have such a wet, tight little pussy. I want my cock in it, now. Grip me in your fist then slowly lower yourself onto me.”
The guttural tone in which he made his request had her whimpering as she reached between them. The steely length of his cock pulsed in her fist and she placed him at the entrance to her sheath. The broad head of his dick stretched her and she bit her lower lip, struggling to keep from slamming herself down on him. She was ravenous for him to fill her, to fuck her, to make her come hard and long as only he could do. For a while there she thought she’d never get to feel his touch ever again.
“Look at me,” he growled.
She met his gaze and shivered as she slowly slid down his length. The strength in his eyes kept her mind from returning to dark thoughts and she blinked back tears.
He cupped her face and swept her cheeks with his thumbs. “Lyubov moya, why are you crying?”
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
An incredibly tender look entered his gaze and she melted inside. “Then let me remind you that you are very alive.”
With a low grunt he slammed her down onto his cock and rocked her clit against his lower abdominals, which were clenched deliciously hard. A surprisingly quick orgasm almost overtook her, but she managed to hold it back and squeezed his cock inside of her as hard as she could. He groaned and gripped her ass with both hands, rocking her pelvis against him. “Fucking tight pussy, my pussy.”
Her reply died as he tilted her hips and began to drive into her, each thrust stretched her sheath jolting his pelvis against her clit. The way he moved, the way he rocked against her had her scrambling to hold onto his broad shoulders. He grunted as he rammed into her, the bestial sound driving her higher until she was screaming out his name.
“Come for me, my Gia.”
Every muscle in her body locked up and she could only keen softly at the pleasure saturating her body. Her pussy milked Ivan’s cock as he slowly moved inside of her now, delicious drags that seemed to match perfectly with the fading contractions of her orgasm. Once she’d stopped twitching he shifted his hips and sat up the slightest bit, making the angle perfect for him to work her clit. She groaned as he coaxed her arousal back to life. He said something in Russian that sounded intense and passionate. When she managed to open her eyes past the sensations suffusing her she studied Ivan as he touched her. He had his eyes closed and his jaw was clenched tight. She began to move faster on him and he groaned, giving this sexy jerk of his head before opening his eyes. When he saw her looking at him he gave her a small smile.
“My Gia.”
“My Master.”
“Say that again.”
“You are my Master.”
He pulled her down until there wasn’t an inch of space between them and wrapped his arms around her tight enough that she couldn’t move. Not that she really cared at this point. Right now her mind floated in soft darkness, the strong beat of Ivan’s heart beneath her palm reassuring her that she was safe and with a man who would do anything to keep it that way. The heat they generated together had her sweating and their skin slid as he took her. That’s what he was doing. He wasn’t having sex with her, or making love, or even fucking her. He was taking her like she was his.
Hard, slamming thrusts had her shaking as her overwrought body tried to absorb all the sensations rolling through her. A moment later he lifted her off of him with ease then rubbed the slit of her pussy along his cock as he came. The warmth of his seed against her skin made her moan and she shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock over her sensitized clit. She wished he’d come inside her, they both had sparkling clean health records and she was on a hormone shot to prevent pregnancy, but she also liked the way his seed seemed to mark her as his.
Not saying anything, he grabbed the shirt she’d worn when she escaped and gently cleaned them both. She was so warm now she was sweating so when the bag let out some of the heat as he repositioned her on her side and curled around her back, she let out a long, low sigh. She had food in her belly, warmth all around her, and the ever so pleasant full body hum of a really good orgasm.
Ivan kissed the back of her neck. “I was so worried about you.”
She snuggled closer, suddenly very tired. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, it is my fault. I meant what I said, Gia. I will send you home as soon as we get back and will make sure you have everything you need to get over what I did to you.”
The sorrow in his voice hurt her heart. “Hey now. Let’s not rush things. So maybe you scared me a little, okay a lot, but it was also an amazing experience. Now that I know you’re not some sleazebag I’d really like to stay the rest of the week with you.”
He turned her so he could study his face, whatever he found there seemed to satisfy him. “You’re not afraid of me.”
“No.”
“But you were before.”
“Yes.”
Letting out a heavy sigh he cradled her face with his big hands. “I will make this up to you. I swear it.”
“Well, now that I know you’re not going to kill me or cut off my ear in order to get ransom money, I have to admit, being held hostage by you was hot.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Mmm hmmm.”
His cock stiffened against her thigh and she wondered if he was even human. “What did you like?”
She shivered, memories of all the erotic things they’d done together blending through her mind until arousal spread through her in a slow, delicious wave of sensation. “Everything.”
He laughed. “We still have so many of your fantasies to attend to.”
“As long as you’re with me, Master, I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
He got an evil glint in his eye then he spoke in such a seductive tone that a nun would have thrown her panties at him. “Do you want me to push you?”
Slowly she nodded as her whole body burst into flames. “Just not my hard limits stuff, okay?”
The way he licked his lips made her press her hips against him with a moan. “Of course. You had a very, very long list of things you wanted to do, my beautiful girl.”
As she thought back on her list she flushed and looked at his chest, then began to play with his chest hair as she said, “I’ve lived a sheltered life.”
His startled laugh made her giggle and then they were almost gasping with laughter.
She looked up at him and attempted to speak. “You have no idea how fucked up this day has been for me. I mean, you fucking kidnapped me!”
“Evidently I did too good of a job,” he replied with a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”
Placing her hand over his mouth, she shook her head. “Save it, okay.”
He nipped her fingers hard enough she had to move her hand or lose some skin. “You do not get to tell me what to do, girl.”
It was hard to glare at him when she was naked and draped over him like a blanket, but she gave it her best shot. “Uh-uh, doesn’t work like that. If, for any reason, I see you doing something I know is hurting you, I can tell you to stop being silly.”
His eyes sparkled, but he didn’t smile. “I am not silly. Terrifying, yes, intimidating, yes, a boxing champion, yes, but silly…never.”
Sure now that he was teasing her, she grinned down at him. “You know, when you’re not being terrifying you are really nice.”
/> A pleased sound rumbled through his chest and straight into her heart, and other naughtier places. “Baby, I can be plenty mean.”
To emphasize the point, he grabbed her ass and dug in with his fingers, sending sparks of fierce desire through her blood. His grip was so possessive and it reminded her of how big he was. How strong…holy hell he was the hottest man she’d ever had the pleasure of even seeing, let alone being with.
Overcome with emotion and lust, she leaned over and gently kissed along his scar, working her way from his cheek to his lips. His hands gentled, but he began to play with the crack of her ass in a way that let her know he was thinking about playing with other more…forbidden places on her body. The thought of him breaking her in, of taking her ass, made her very, very wet.
“How did you get this scar?”
“Knife fight when I was seventeen.”
“Yikes.”
“I’m not sure what that word means, but I will assume you are startled. I was a stupid, arrogant boy who thought because he had hair on his balls he was a man.”
“I can’t imagine you that young. So what happened?”
“After a night of drinking I picked a fight with the wrong man. I was with my Uncle and he let me get my ass beat.”
“What? Why would he do that?”
“Because I deserved it. I was being an arrogant loudmouth with an attitude I hadn’t earned. If my uncle saved me he’d only be encouraging that behavior.”
She stroked her finger over the scar. “But you could have been killed.”
“I got accidentally punched through a window.”
“How does that happen?”
“He punched me, and because I was so drunk I didn’t fall like a normal person, but stumbled right through a window.” He shook his head and she could see that he found the memory funny. “When my mother came to the hospital she took one look at me and told me that I had to keep this scar for the rest of my life to remind me every time I look in the mirror what an idiot I am. It worked and to this day I wake up every morning and the scar keeps me humble.”
Laughing, she rubbed her thumb over the scar tissue on her chin. “Humble? Are you sure that’s the right word?”
With a growl he turned and nipped her arm hard enough to leave marks. “You are a brat just begging for a punishment.”
Giving him wide, innocent eyes she fluttered her lashes at him. “What are you talking about, Master?”
“Minx.” Reaching between them, he began to twist and pull her nipples. “You like it rough. Just a little bit of pain and tension. Too much and you’ll go cold, but just right and it will make you drip onto my cock, like you’re doing now.”
Embarrassment warred with desire and her inner slut won this round. She arched her butt into his hand, wishing he’d slide his fingers from her ass to her pussy. Fuck, she was like a cat in heat around him. They’d been together all of one day and she’d had sex with him five, no wait, six times? He must be dehydrated. Then he pressed his thumb against her anus and she froze, grateful for any touch at this point even if it wasn’t quite where she wanted it.
Her body hummed with energy and she bent down to kiss him, then jerked up when she realized the sound was growing louder. Ivan muttered something in Russian, then moved quickly out of the bag. He threw his underwear and pants on, then tossed her his shirt.
“Put this on. We’re about to be rescued.”
Chapter Six
Gia held Ivan’s hand as they walked back into the house and she groaned inwardly as she saw the assembly of people waiting for them in the main hall of the mansion. It was past three in the morning so she was pretty sure they hadn’t walked in on a late night party. Sure enough, the distinct smell of coffee filled the air, and she saw a submissive serving sandwiches to a very subdued group.
To her embarrassment, her stomach rumbled and Ivan looked down at her. “You need to eat.”
One of the men, a little bit older but still very fit, strode up to Ivan with barely contained fury. “I will speak with you in a moment.”
It surprised her that he’d spoken English in front of her, but what he said next shocked her.
Turning to her his expression gentled and he took a deep breath and bowed before her. “Ms. Lopez, my name is Kiryl Blum. I’m so terribly sorry for everything you’ve suffered. If you would like to press charges against Ivan we will contact the authorities and detain him.”
Gia gaped at him, then reached out and clutched Ivan’s hand. “No, absolutely not. You can’t make me press charges against him. That’s not fair, he didn’t know I wasn’t aware this was a ruse and he was so wonderful to me. Please, it was my mistake so there is no need to contact the authorities.”
Ivan pulled her back against his chest. “Calm down, dorogaya.”
Kiryl arched a brow. “Are you sure, Ms. Lopez? Ivan, why don’t you release her so she can come stand by me.”
“I’m speaking my own mind, thank you very much. Just because he’s a Dom doesn’t mean I’m his little submissive puppet.”
Tilting his head, Kiryl motioned to Gia. “Still, I’d like you to come here. Ivan, release her.”
Ivan laughed. “You really don’t want me to do that.”
Gia pushed at Ivan’s arms. “He isn’t influencing me! I like him, okay? He’s a nice guy, so leave him alone. Can’t we just go to bed? Please?”
Her voice broke on the last word and Ivan swept her up into his arms. “You are done questioning her. We are going to bed. Send someone by with a meal for her.”
She curved her face against his chest, relieved beyond belief that she could finally go to sleep. The she felt something scratching her forehead. She reached up and pulled out a pine needle. Groaning she felt again and found four more.
“What’s wrong?” Ivan asked in soft voice.
“Do I have leaves and shit in my hair?”
“Well, you do have some of the forest with you.”
He stopped, lowered her to her feet, then unlocked a door. It opened to her sumptuous suite and she almost wept at the sight of the bed. Fighting a yawn, she darted into the bathroom and answered the call of nature. When she finally looked at her reflection, she moaned in acute embarrassment. At some point she must have gotten sap into her hair because she had a lovely almost dreadlock of the sticky stuff on the right side of her head. Various other bits of ferns and things she didn’t even want to identify came to light as she turned her head in the mirror.
A shudder of revulsion washed through her and she ripped Ivan’s shirt off before running into the shower. She turned it on full blast and got hit with the icy water and let out a high-pitched shriek at the top of her lungs. The water soon warmed enough so she wasn’t gasping, and she sighed as heat enveloped her.
“Are you all right?” Ivan asked from right next to her.
She would have jumped if he hadn’t held her against him. His erection slid against her skin and she melted in his arms. “Yes. The water was cold at first.”
Turning, she reached for his erection but he stopped her hand. “No. You are exhausted and you will sleep if I have to chain you to the bed.”
She pouted, but he picked up the bottle of shampoo. “Turn around and lean your head back.”
To her delight, he began to wash her hair, as skilled as any beautician had ever been. He had strong, firm hands and laughed when she sagged against him.
“Close your eyes.”
Ivan rinsed her hair with gentle strokes of his fingers. They got stuck here and there, so he squirted out a palm full of conditioner and began to pick the debris out of her hair as gently as he could. He was so careful with her that she couldn’t help the surge of intense emotions flooding her. When he was finally finished, he washed her body, his slick hands rubbing over her. When he reached her pussy, he paused and slowly slid a soapy finger between her labia.
She immediately groaned and tilted her hips. “Ivan.”
Laughing, he removed his finger and washed her quickly. �
�Sorry, lyubov moya. I could not resist.”
“What does that mean?”
He turned her to make sure she was totally rinsed, lifting her arms to the water. “It means kind of like your American sweetheart.”
Pleased, she stepped out when he opened the door and let him dry her. After tending to her needs he wrapped one towel around his waist and used another to dry off his back and chest while she twisted her hair up in a towel. She felt clean all over, except for her mouth.
“Do you have an extra toothbrush?”
“Why don’t you wait until after we eat? If my nose is right they brought us some Truffle Shchi.”
“What’s that?”
He walked into their bedroom and she followed, then stopped with a gasp. A lovely table service for two had been set up with beautiful china, a vase of flowers, and a rolling cart with covered silver trays on it. She’d expected a sandwich, not this amazing presentation.
He opened one of the covers and smiled, revealing two porcelain bowls.
“We travel with our own chefs. That way we know there will always be food we like and we don’t have to worry about going out to eat if we don’t want to. This is a traditional Russian soup. It has pork, truffles, and lots of delicious cabbage.”
She grinned. “Delicious cabbage, huh?”
He gave her a puzzled look and set the bowl before her. “You don’t like cabbage?”
The soup certainly smelled good and she picked up her spoon. “We never really ate it when I was growing up. If it didn’t come from a box or you could microwave it my mom didn’t want to cook it.”
She took a sip of the soup and smiled. It was good, really good. Her appetite roared to life, and before she knew it, she was scraping the bottom of the bowl.
Watching her, Ivan took a bite then said, “Your mother did not like to cook?”
Weariness dragged at her and it became a race to see if she would finish her soup or fall asleep in it first. “After my dad died when I was eight my mom slipped into a deep depression…except no one called it that. They said my mother had a broken heart that had never healed. She loved my father so much a part of her died with him. I think she was actually happy when that guy shot her, knowing she’d be with my father soon.”