Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (41 page)

Oh fuck, Dimitri was home.

She curled up into a ball and hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at her.

When the door opened, she flinched and tucked her head down, waiting for the yelling to begin.

Instead, Maks said in an unexpectedly gentle voice, “Rya, you need to come downstairs. Dimitri and Alex wish to speak to you.”

She whimpered and he made a soft, shushing sound.

“Rya, you must face them.”

To her humiliation her voice came out shaky as she said, “I’m afraid.”

“Why? He loves you beyond reason, but you must be punished for what you’ve done. He will tolerate almost anything from you, but putting yourself in danger like that…is very selfish. If anything had happened to you he would have never forgiven himself. I would never forgive myself either. It is my job, my privilege to keep you alive, but I cannot do that when you do something like this.”

Guilt began to chase away her fear and she sat up in bed. “Okay.”

He helped her off the bed and she followed meekly behind him as he led her to Dimitri’s study. The closer they got to where Dimitri was waiting the more her breathing increased until she was panting.

“Calm,” Maks said in a low voice when they got to the door.

She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he opened the door and she followed him in, keeping her eyes firmly on the floor. Nervously lacing her fingers together, she waited for someone to say something, but there was only tension-laden silence. Taking a step further into the room, she dared to dart a glance up and really wished she hadn’t.

Alex and Dimitri stood right next to each other, about two paces in front of her, watching her with the combined fury of two angry gods. She studied their faces, looking for some kind of compassion, but she may as well have been looking at robots. Nothing came through and her lower lip trembled as Dimitri stared at her with complete dispassion.

“Kneel,” Alex said in a dead voice.

She did so without hesitation, going into the slave position with her forehead touching the ground, her arms stretched out before her, and her butt resting back on her heels. It was the most humbling position possible from her, a way to use her body to show her how sorry she was. No one said anything for a moment and she pressed her hands to the carpet so they couldn’t see her fingers trembling. Adrenaline flooded her bloodstream and she really, really wanted to run away from the terrible anger directed at her.

Someone moved next to her then Alex said, “Sit up and look at me.”

She did as he asked, flinching when her gaze met his. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you have any idea what you did?”

He didn’t even give her time to answer, instead tearing into her and giving her a lecture that was so scathing that by the time he was done she was nearly hysterical with tears. Her soul had been shredded by his harsh words, and worse yet, Dimitri hadn’t interrupted Alex even once. In fact, Dimitri was sitting behind his desk doing paperwork, totally ignoring her. That only made her cry harder and she tried to apologize again, only to have Alex cut her off.

“I am very disappointed in you. All the things our men do to keep you safe, the constant danger they put themselves in, and you run off. Worse yet, we find you with a messenger from our father? You have no idea how lucky you are that you aren’t either dead, or being tortured and gang raped right now.”

“Please, Alex, please…I didn’t mean any harm.”

He crouched before her and surprised her when he pulled her into a hug. “I know you did not, because you are an innocent and would see nothing wrong with going for a walk like a normal woman. But you are no longer living in that world. You belong to us now, and the laws you used to live by no longer apply. If anything had happened to you…it would be like losing the sun again.”

The raw pain in his voice reached her through her own messed up emotions and she hugged him tight. She was such a selfish bitch, never even considering what kind of trigger her going missing would be for Alex. There was no question in her mind that he was trying to achieve some kind of absolution to his dead wife by keeping Rya alive. During her brief time in Russia they’d had become friends and she’d scared the hell out of him. That didn’t mean she appreciated being lectured, but at least he was giving her a chance to earn his forgiveness.

Alex abruptly released her and stood. “I think you do not understand how badly my father could hurt you. He will not spare you because you are a woman, be assured of that. After all, he tortured his own sons.”

Dimitri stood and moved around to the front of his desk and began to take off his suit jacket, then his shirt as well. Alex followed and she soon found herself staring at their bared torsos…their scar-covered bare torsos. As she watched, they cataloged one by one the injuries received at the hands of their father. There were scars across their backs in a pattern of what she thought might be belt marks, as though they had been whipped raw in spots when they were children, long, thin knife scars where salt had been rubbed into the wounds to ‘toughen them up’. They pointed to each and every wound and told her in detail how they had received it from different beatings and torture at the hands of their father, an endless list of atrocities stamped into their flesh. She wanted so much to comfort Dimitri and Alex, but she was rooted to the spot by her guilt over making them relive their terrifying past. Dimitri’s were the worst by far, but Alex had a large patch of scarred skin on his torso from where he’d had a clothes iron pressed onto his stomach, punishment for losing two girls he’d been ordered to kidnap. Rya’s stomach threatened to empty as she stared at that shiny scar, imagining the pain he’d endured.

She said in a choked sob, “Please, please Dimitri. Don’t make me hear anymore, you or Alex. My heart is breaking for what you endured and your father is a monster. If he were here right now I’d gut him myself, but he isn’t and I’m so sorry I scared you.”

Without a word Dimitri put his clothes back on, no longer making any eye contact with her. Alex thawed the slightest bit and slipped his shirt back on, hiding the proof of his father’s insanity. “What my father did to us, he would do to you if it benefited him in any way. Except with you it would be worse because you are a woman. My father has special tortures for females.”

Her stomach lurched and she placed a hand over her mouth. A hard tremble went through her before a male thigh pressed against her cheek. Without looking she clung to that leg, only realizing when she smelled the fabric that it wasn’t Dimitri. Her Master had returned to his seat behind his desk while Alex gently stroked her hair.

“We will not let that happen, little Rya. But you have to help us to protect you.”

She released his leg and tried to wipe her tears away. “I understand.”

“Good,” Alex stepped a pace back, then looked behind her to Maks. “Now you owe your bodyguard an apology. If anything had happened to you Maks’ life would be forfeit.”

“I’m so sorry,” she cried out, then yelped when Maks hauled her up by her hair, leading her over to the couch before he placed her hands onto the back, bending her over so her butt was in the air. “What are you doing? Dimitri?”

Her Master didn’t look up, but his jaw clenched and she dropped her head in defeat. After Alex’s lecture combined with the knowledge of the torture they’d had to endure made her feel like shit for sneaking away like some spoiled teenager. Without a doubt she hurt the man she loved, deeply, and she wanted to make up for it. Her pride was gone at this point, and at the first burning smack of Maks’ hand against her bottom, she cried out.

After ten swats she was trying to dance away from Maks’ hand, but he wasn’t allowing it.

Dimitri finally looked up and said in English in a bored tone, “You have my permission to spank her bare-assed.”

She tried to catch her Master’s gaze, but he returned to staring at the papers on his desk, leaving her alone to face her punishment. When Maks lifted her dress and slid her panties down, she didn’t resist, instead lifting her feet so he could toss her underwear over to the side. Even though her pussy and ass were bare to the room, there was nothing sexual about it. She’d never been spanked as a punishment before, and she hated how cold, how impersonal it felt. There was no reassurance, no sense that Maks was enjoying this, just anger and pain.

The next slap hurt, really hurt, and she bit her lip, trying to keep from screaming. She could do this; she would do this. Whatever she had to endure to get Dimitri to forgive her she would do. Her poor Master must have lost his mind when he found out she’d snuck off and she could only imagine all the terrible things he’d thought before she’d been found. Then to find out that his paranoia was justified, that she had been instantly approached by someone that could be considered an enemy, it made her hate herself.

An especially hard slap caught her just right and she bit her lower lip, tasting blood as she choked on a scream.

The brush of her dress being lowered over her abused ass made her suck in a breath.

Dimitri said in a low voice, “Go kneel in the corner facing the wall.”

She stumbled over to the nearest corner, kneeling as he’d said and whimpering in discomfort as her tender ass rested on her heels. Her breath came in hitches and she was a heartbeat away from hysterical tears again. Being ignored by Dimitri was the worst; she hated it even more than Alex’s lecture and Maks’ spanking. At the memory of the look of disappointment in Alex’s eyes renewed tears fell and she sucked at her wounded lower lip.

The men behind her talked for a long time in Russian and her mind began to drift, exhaustion pulling at her. She rested her forehead against the wall, the pins and needles in her legs having long ago faded to numbness. Her ass still hurt, but it was a distant pain and she closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more even as she drifted into darkness.

Warmth surrounded her and Rya moaned softly as her sore ass rested on something scratchy. She shifted, turning over on her front and found her cheek resting on a damp, solid chest. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself in the massive bathtub in Dimitri’s bathroom, surrounded by candles and held by her Master. It took a moment for her mind to fully surface from her sleep, but when it did she pushed up out of his arms.

Dimitri made a hushing noise and pulled her back against him, brushing his lips over her temple. “Shhh, easy
zaika moya
.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered and blinked as new tears burned her eyes.

“I know you are.” He ran a soothing hand down her back. “You must promise me you’ll never do that again. Swear it.”

“I swear it.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, burying her face against his neck. “I’m so, so sorry, it was selfish and…”

“Rya, it is over. You took your punishment. There will be no more.” She cried with relief and slowly relaxed as he continued to pet her. “But why did you do it? Do I not give you everything you need? What can I do to make you happy here?”

“No, no you give me everything I need, I just…I’m used to being alone, to doing whatever I want whenever I want without answering to anyone. I’ve never been trapped like this before.”

“You feel trapped?”

“Yes, but it’s not your fault and I’m trying to deal with it.”

“I make you feel trapped?”

The hurt in his voice made her lean up and look him in the eyes. “No, no. You never make me feel trapped. This situation does, but you, never. You could lock me up in a room with you for a hundred years and I would never feel trapped. I love you.”

He pulled her close and rained kisses on her face. “When I heard that my father had contacted you…Rya you have no idea how badly things could have gone.”

“Yeah I do,” she said in a shaky voice. “You made sure to tell me, in great detail.”

“I am sorry we scared you, but is true. My father, he has potential to do terrible things. I cannot trust him around you.”

“That woman that he sent, was that really your nanny?”

“
Da
. I think is his way of showing he meant no harm, my nanny is the gentlest woman in the world, but I will never take you to meet my father.”

“Why? Do you really think he’d torture me?”

“If he thought it would benefit him, absolutely.” She started to protest and he placed his finger over her lips. “Please, believe me. You never want to get drawn into his schemes. Everything from him has a price, including the ring he gave you.”

Searching his face, she then nodded. “I believe you.”

Dimitri got a fierce look in his eyes, “I would die without you. When I hear you missing I lost my mind imagining the things that were done to me, the pain I endured, being done to you. Let me love you, Rya, so I can make you feel good with my body when words fail me.”

Wanting to soothe the fear, the desperation coming off of him, she leaned in and gave Dimitri a long, gentle kiss that had him at once softening and stiffening against him. He lifted her so that he could suck at her nipples, laving the hard tips then biting them hard enough to sting. She ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to bite her harder in a soft whisper, urging him to make her hurt. Oddly enough she still felt like she hadn’t paid the price she owed him for scaring the crap out of him and when he bit the mound of her breast almost hard enough to draw blood she screamed and rubbed her pussy against his shaft.

He tilted his hips just enough to push into her and she came undone around him, shivering and crying out his name when he roughly pinched her nipples. His touch was cruel and she loved it, loved every bit of pain he drew from her because the sensation of his thick dick filling her was nothing but pleasure. While he continued to torture her nipples she rode him hard, the water splashing over the sides of the tub. Right before she was ready to come he lifted her off of him and out of the tub.

As soon as he was out he pushed her down so she was on her hands and knees, then knelt behind her and covered her body with his. The feel of him curving over her back, caging her in, surrounding her with his damp warmth, was heaven. He guided his shaft to her entrance and slowly pushed in until she was impossibly full, arching her back to try and alleviate the discomfort of being stuffed with cock. He shifted his hips, just the slightest bit, and she moaned at the sensation of his dick pressing from a new angle.