Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (34 page)

With her long honey blonde hair in a ponytail and wearing a jade green silk dress that showed off her lean figure, the woman who had to be Gia smiled at them in welcome. Together the odd couple made their way down the stairs holding hands and Rya relaxed as she took in their obvious love for each other. A small, jealous part of her wondered what Gia had done with Dimitri, the blushing glance Gia gave him hinted at something, but the way Gia looked at her fiancé let Rya know Gia’s heart belonged to the scary man gently holding her hand.

When they came closer, Rya was surprised to see a definitely interested look come into Gia’s eyes as she examined Rya. She had to admit the other woman was beautiful and when Gia gave her a shy smile with bit of heat to it Rya felt an answering rush of desire. Unused to such a strong reaction to a stranger, and in such a messed up situation, she glanced up at Dimitri to find him watching her with amusement, then over to Ivan. The other man had the most amazing teal blue eyes, totally at odds with his strong, scarred face. When he stared at her she felt horribly exposed.

Ivan held his hand out to Dimitri, “Welcome to our home.”

While the men shook hands Gia gave Rya a kiss on either cheek, her small hands lightly resting on Rya’s shoulders. “It’s so nice to meet you, Rya.”

“Thank you for letting Dimitri and I stay with you.”

Gia gave Dimitri a narrow-eyed look, then returned her attention to Rya. “I just about shit my pants when I heard about you.”

A giggle escaped her at the elegant, classy woman swearing. “Why’s that?”

“Because he’s such a manwhore…er…” Gia flushed while Ivan gave her a stern look. “Sorry, that was uncalled for.”

“Is all right,” Dimitri said in a mellow tone. “Before Rya, I did not understand what it meant to love.”

Rya’s heart did a hard thud as she smiled up at him. The sincerity of his words made her want to throw him down on the ground and kiss him.

Ivan laughed and shook his head. “Come. You have had a long trip. We will let you freshen up then have dinner.”

With a smile Gia looped her arm through Rya’s. “So, Ivan tells me you’re a nurse. What kind? I have an aunt who was a labor and delivery nurse for thirty years before she retired.”

“I’m a hospice nurse.”

They made their way into the large home while Gia chatted with Rya, putting her at ease in the opulent surroundings. Their room was on the third level and Gia and Ivan left them at the door after letting them know dinner would be ready in a couple hours and to take their time getting settled in. Placing his hand on her lower back, Dimitri led her into their bedroom and she let out a soft gasp of pleasure.

The room had white painted walls with exposed wood vaulted ceilings and a deck that led out to a private patio looking out over the ocean. A black wrought iron chandelier in keeping with the Spanish feel of the room’s décor provided a warm golden light. The large, modern bed with its cream and white quilt looked inviting. A small seating area divided the large room and pretty floral artwork done in red, orange, and gold tones decorated the walls. Their luggage already sat near what she assumed was a closet and a bouquet of lilies tied with a red silk ribbon lay on the bed.

Dimitri came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I have missed you so much.”

It was like he’d flipped a switch inside of her, her need for him, for his touch, for his body moving inside of her, sensitizing her skin and her pussy swell. “I missed you too, Dimitri.”

His long, calloused fingers stroked her hair back so he could duck down and gently lick her bruises. “I need to care for you, Rya. Please let me.”

“Anything, Dimitri. I’m yours.”

Dimitri smoothed his hands over Rya’s hips, holding back a growl as he thought about that assassin putting his hands on her and how close he’d come to losing his beloved.

“Dimitri,” she said with a soft sigh and turned in his arms. “I need you. I’ve been so lonely without you.”

Her golden eyes reminded him of molten metal, and his whole body buzzed with the amazing energy that only came when he was around his woman. She looked up at him with such trust he felt as if he could conquer the world for her, and bring the stars down from the sky and hand them over to her. He understood now what Petrov meant about loving a woman making him a better man. When he had her in his arms all he wanted to do was make sure her life was only filled with joy, to provide the best future for her that he possibly could.

Moving slowly, he helped her take her t-shirt off, the sight of the bruises on her delicate ribs sending white hot anger rocketing through him. She was so delicate she could have easily been killed, taken away from him. Overwhelmed with the need to soothe her pain he lowered himself to his knees and began to tenderly kiss her bruises.

“Do they hurt,
zaika moya
?”

Her voice came out husky with desire as she sighed. “Dimitri, nothing hurts while you’re touching me. Well, except for my pussy. It aches. Maybe you should kiss that.”

He smiled against her skin and reached around to her back, unsnapping her black bra and removing it before sitting back on his heels and staring at her breasts. Large, full, tipped with rosy red nipples, she had the best tits he’d ever seen. Filling his palms with her abundance, he placed a chaste kiss first on one nipple, then the other, and laughed softly as Rya whimpered.

“What is wrong?”

She shifted, her thighs pressing together. “Please don’t tease me.”

Rubbing his lips over her left nipple, he growled softly. “I try to go slow for you. I do not want to rush and hurt you.”

She gripped his hair in her hand hard enough to hurt and tilted his face up to hers. A glimpse of her dominant side shone through as she snarled, “Fuck me.”

Jerking his head from her grasp he growled at her. “Take your pants off and bend over the bed.”

His dick ached when she did as he demanded, her small smile of triumph making him chuckle. His little sub thought she might top from the bottom, but that would not happen. He would always be her Dominant, her Master, and it was time to make her remember that. As soon as she was bent over as instructed he moved up behind her and slid his cock over her rounded ass while brushing her hair over to the side. The sight of his mark, his wolf staring at him from her back filled him with pride even as the bruises marking her delicate skin made his inner animal snarl with rage. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t frighten Rya, so he focused instead on the tattoo, proud that no one who saw her would question who she belonged to.

Leaning over her he licked across the tattoo, enjoying the way she shivered and thrust her ass back at him. “I like this. Why you get?”

Her movements stilled and she let out a soft sigh as he continued to lick her. “I wanted something to always remember you by. To always have you with me because it hurt so much to be alone.”

“Rya,” he whispered, his heart aching for her. “You are mine. I will never leave you alone again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Dimitri had originally intended to torment her and make her pay for her attempt to order him around, but that no longer mattered. He needed to be inside of her, needed to reaffirm their connection. In their time apart, he’d thought about taking a kept woman or playing with other couples, but he couldn’t because they weren’t his Rya. He kept Ilyena around for a while to take to events and parties, but they never did anything more than kiss for the camera. She was still getting over her breakup with Alex, and even though he knew Ilyena didn’t love his brother, she missed him. So, Dimitri and Ilyena were miserable together, each missing someone else. It helped that he’d been working twelve-hour days, seven days a week doing everything he could to secure Rya’s future.

But that was the past. In the wonderful present his
zaika moya
was finally in his arms again.

Reaching around her waist, he caressed the swollen curve of her mound and delighted in the silky arousal coating the lips of her sex. He wanted to ask her if anyone had touched her body while they were apart, but now was not the time. While it made him a selfish bastard, he really hoped she hadn’t been with anyone else. Just the thought of her kissing Gears made every territorial, protective instinct in him roar to the surface.

Thrusting two fingers into her heat he found her deliciously wet and so fucking tight. She arched into his touch and let out a soft moan that wrapped around soul. This was
his
woman and he would never let her go.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her tight sheath, his dick throbbing with his need to get inside of her. “You like?”

“I love.”

Before he met Rya he couldn’t imagine smiling during sex. She made not only his body feel good, but his mind as well. Moving back the slightest bit he placed a kiss on each of the diamond subdermal implants in the dimples above her round ass. Those little twinkling gems were so incredibly sexy, and he rubbed them gently with his thumbs before lining up his cock with her opening. The mouth of her pussy contracted against him like her cunt was trying to draw him in.

With the first push into her he threw his head back as white hot pleasure sizzled along his spine. Her wet, velvet heat gripped his cock and he groaned at how tight she was. Her pussy resisted Dimitri, and he braced his feet as he entered her. Using one arm to hold himself above her, he reached around to play with her breasts while he continued to push into her until he was all the way in and Rya was whispering his name. Staying like that, he toyed with her nipples while trying to get control of himself. She was injured so he had to be careful when all he wanted to do was pound into her.

That became nearly impossible when she began to shift beneath him as much as she could, rubbing her ass against him while her pussy sucked at his cock.

“Please, Master, please.”

She sounded so sweet when she begged, so he began to move, sliding in and out of her slick cunt, the scent of her arousal filling his nose.

“Play with your clit, little Rya. Give me your pleasure. I want it all. Come for me.”

She reached beneath herself and shuddered, the vibrations teasing his cock while he adjusted his angle. It only took a few more thrusts before she climaxed beneath him, her cries filling him with pride that he’d given his girl such enjoyment. He was sure her pussy was made just for him because he soon had her building to another orgasm, her body tightening around him while he fucked her harder now. Pushing all the way up, he gripped her hips and looked at his mark on her back, the evidence of his possession an aphrodisiac all its own. Anyone who looked at her would know she belonged to him, and he growled out his pleasure.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” she moaned, throwing her hips back into him. “
Volk moy
.”

He loved it when she spoke Russian to him and rewarded her by reaching around her hip to meet her fingers as they caressed her clit. Every stroke was a battle with his need to orgasm and the desire to give her another release before he let go. They rubbed her slippery little clit together and she went up on her tip toes, grinding her cunt into his thrusts with shameless abandon. He loved how she sought her pleasure, how she didn’t hold back or hesitate to give as well as she received. The lovely dip of her waist, the round curve of her ass, her abundance of dark hair and the beautiful gold of her skin all seduced him further into her thrall.

As much as he owned her, she owned him as well.

Pumping into her hard enough that his balls slapped against her clit where her fingers still rubbed he tried to freeze this moment into his mind, to capture forever what had to be one of the most perfect times of his life. Words of devotion tumbled from his lips in Russian as he confessed his love for her, his fear of losing her, and how he could never let her go, how he wanted her to be his wife, to tie her to him for all of eternity.

With a sharp cry she came again, shouting his name while her pussy rippled around him. Finally letting go, he fucked her savagely, his body dictating his moves while his mind melted away to nothing but bliss. The orgasm ripped through him, making every muscle in his body tense while he roared out his pleasure, his eyes tightly shut and his body jerking against hers. His Rya, his woman, his love.

He collapsed on her and she let out a pained yelp. He immediately rolled over to his side with a curse. “Did I hurt you?”

“Just my ribs,” she panted, her hair sticking to her sweaty face. “Fuck. I thought you couldn’t possibly be as good as I remembered, but you’re better.”

Still concerned about her injuries, he gently picked her up from the bed, loving how she cuddled into him with a happy sigh. “I clean you.”

The bathroom was as well-appointed as the rest of the home and he didn’t release Rya until they were in the white and blue tiled shower stall, its skylights showing the deepening blue sky overhead. Even in direct sunlight, Rya was so beautiful he couldn’t keep his eyes or his hands off of her. With the water falling over her she looked delicious and he couldn’t resist touching her, arousing her all over again so he could pick her up and fuck her against the wall of the shower, keeping his strokes gentle and making sure his hand was behind her back, protecting her still bruised body from the hard wall. This time he looked into her eyes as he took her and the connection between them left his mind and heart reeling. He had no idea sex could be this good, that the simple act of taking his woman could arouse him in a way even the kinkiest of acts with other women never did. With Rya, he was not trying to fill a hole in his heart because she was already there, already a part of him in a way he’d been craving his whole life.

His release seared through him, filling Rya with his seed as he held himself carefully off of her, trying to protect her injuries.

Moving very slowly, he removed them both from the shower and they dried each other off with lingering touches. Dimitri dropped to his knees before her with a soft, pained sound and examined her injuries. For every mark he found he kissed every inch of it with no more pressure from his lips than a warm breath. His mind raced with images of what could have happened to her, to the torture she’d endured because of her sin in loving him. The sight of the bruises marring her golden flesh made him grow cold inside.