Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (6 page)

Five hours later, he stood in the large foyer of the rented lodge, waiting for Alex’s submissive, Ilyena, to arrive so they could take the helicopter to Boston for a party. Alex stood across the foyer speaking with the dark-skinned Nico and rough-looking Ivan, both men good friends of Dimitri’s, but he waited on the other side of the room out of respect for Ivan. This morning, before he’d heard about Rya, he’d attempted to buy Ivan’s submissive, which caused a problem between them. Normally, Ivan would have laughed it off, but to Dimitri’s surprise, Ivan seemed serious about this girl, Gia, he had won during the Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction.

The three men stopped talking and Dimitri followed their gazes to see Gia, Ilyena, and Catrin coming down the stairs. Gia was a pretty, slender woman with deeply tanned skin and long honey brown hair. Tonight, she wore something that looked like a navy blue and silver couture sari and sapphire jewelry. When her gaze met Ivan’s she went from merely pretty to gorgeous as she beamed at him, her face lit from within, and Dimitri’s heart constricted with jealousy. Gia looked at Ivan like the sun rose and set on his command, her love for Ivan evident in her every move. He looked similarly besotted as he ignored Alex and Nico, staring at Gia like she was the only woman in the room.

Dimitri had to look away, and tried to focus on something other than his childhood friend falling in love. Irrational anger burned through him with the knowledge that Ivan could have Gia, that he could marry the woman of his choice and have beautiful children with her while he and Alex would be alone. Dimitri made it a point to leave a woman before she could get that warm look in her eyes for him and never had a moment of regret, but right now his heart ached from emptiness. He closed his eyes and took a calming breath, locking his emotions away before he could reveal anything that would provide ammunition to be used against him.

He needed to leave, to go and stay in Boston and try to fuck Rya out of his memory.

Alex’s low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Dimitri, are you all right?”

Opening his eyes, he found Alex standing in front of him with a concerned look. Though they were only half brothers, they each favored their father enough that there could be no doubt about their paternity. They both had the same dark grey eyes that ran in the Novikov family, but while Dimitri’s dark hair had a hint of red in the sunlight, Alex’s was deep brown with just the first threads of silver at his temples. A scar partially hidden by a goatee twisted the side of his brother’s mouth, a constant visible reminder of the terrible price Alex paid for loving a woman.

Focusing on that scar, Dimitri nodded. “Yes, I am fine.”

“Ilyena told me that she tried to get you to come play with us earlier, but that you were already busy with Katya and a little American woman.”

Not wanting to worry his brother, he shrugged. “I had some business to take care of.”

“Betta and Dominique will be there tonight, along with Polly and Svetlana. They have all expressed their hope to spend time with you.”

Normally, the thought of those beauties serving him would have at least aroused Dimitri, instead, his cock didn’t so much as twitch. Shit. He tried to imagine the pleasure that would come from fucking those well-trained submissives, but all he could see in his mind was Rya—his gorgeous, curvy, Rya who kissed him like he was something special.

As if his thoughts had summoned her, he watched Rya stroll into the foyer wearing a flowing purple dress that fell to just above her knees and left her arms bare. Her dark hair had been pulled back into the high ponytail she seemed to favor and silver bracelets glittered on her right wrist. His body tightened at the sight of her and his cock went from soft to hard in the space of three heartbeats. Even though she wasn’t wearing an expensive couture gown or dripping with jewels like many of the women in the foyer, to him, she was the most beautiful woman here.

She turned and he noticed that the dress plunged in the front, revealing the large mounds of her breasts. His gut tightened as his gaze fastened on her cleavage. He needed to lick those curves, to tease her nipples into hardness, to watch her breasts shake while he fucked her. When she smiled at a passing Dom, Dimitri wanted to go over there and beat the other man’s face in.

“Who is she?” his brother asked.

Glancing over at Alex, Dimitri did one of the things he hated most. He lied to his brother. “An American submissive that I was thinking about fucking. She ended up here single by an odd circumstance after the Submissive’s Wish Auction and I find her interesting.”

Alex arched a brow and Dimitri inwardly cursed at the way his brother’s gaze sharpened. “Why don’t you invite her along with us? I’m sure Ilyena would like to play with her. She is quite beautiful.”

Remembering Rya’s negative reaction to Ilyena kissing him earlier, he shook his head. “I do not think so.”

“Ahh, she doesn’t like women?”

“No, she likes them, but she is a switch who only bottoms to men. With Ilyena being a switch who likes to dominate women as well, I fear we might have a bit of a cat fight about who got to be on top.”

Alex gave a dark chuckle. “But that is the best kind of pairing to have. I love to watch two women fight with each other for dominance then bow instantly to me.”

Dimitri liked it as well, but for some reason, the thought of Alex seeing Rya naked before he did made Dimitri strangely uncomfortable, possessive even, and he was never possessive of a woman with his brother. They’d shared women easily in the past, but he wanted Rya all to himself. Every fucking inch of her amazing body belonged to him. Across the room, Rya smiled at an older silver haired woman dressed in a royal blue velvet dress who looked vaguely familiar. When he saw the four men with the older woman he recognized Mistress Angelique, an infamous Parisian Domme and her harem of men. While he didn’t know Angelique personally, he knew one of her men in passing and watched with growing jealousy as they openly checked out Rya.

He wondered if Rya would be going to Boston with Mistress Angelique, but instead of heading for the fleet of waiting helicopters they moved in the direction of the dining room. His heart sank as he realized Rya would be staying behind. The sight of her lush hips swaying beneath the purple silk of her dress as she walked away was unbearable. Without thinking, he went to follow her, but Alex grabbed his arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve decided to stay.”

Looking in the direction Rya went, Dimitri turned back and gave him a concerned look. “Don’t.”

He jerked his arm away. “Don’t what?”

“Come with us, Dimitri. Don’t torture yourself like that.”

Gritting his teeth, he kept his face as blank as possible. “What? I just want to fuck her and I haven’t had a chance yet. We’re leaving in a few days so I’m not going to miss this opportunity. You worry too much.”

Alex stepped closer and said in a low voice, “Lie to others, even lie to yourself, but do not lie to me. I saw the way you looked at her. It is dangerous.”

Anger filled Dimitri and he whispered back, “It is nothing.”

“You look at her the way I looked at my Jessica.”

Startled, Dimitri stared at his brother. Alex rarely, if ever, said the name of his dead wife. “Alex…”

His brother closed his eyes and the pain radiated off of him in almost visible waves before he regained control of himself and looked at Dimitri again, his gaze totally devoid of emotion. He shared the same deep grey eyes ringed with black that his father and brother did. Looking at Alex was like looking at himself in many ways, and his brother’s pain was his pain. Dimitri had held his brother together when Alex completely lost his mind to grief for a year or so before he finally began to make peace with his wife, Jessica’s, death. It had been…not good. Alex had been feral with anger and ended up staying at the family’s compound in Siberia of all fucking places, isolating himself from the world as he mourned the loss of a beautiful, gentle woman who had loved him more than anything in the world.

When Alex was sure Dimitri was paying attention, he said in a low, deadly voice, “You cannot have her.”

“You’re overreacting.” He lifted his chin. “Go, Ilyena is waiting for you.”

“Come with us,” Alex said with an edge of desperation in his voice.

He wanted to give in to Alex’s heartfelt demand, but now that he’d seen Rya again he knew he had to have her. He said in English, “I will see you in two days. We will celebrate our last night in the United States together, then we will return home to Russia. Maybe we will get lucky and father will die, yes?”

Shaking his head, Alex didn’t smile like he usually did at the mention of their father’s ill health. He gripped Dimitri’s head and pulled him close before whispering, “Protect her, Dimitri. Protect her by leaving her alone or she will be taken from you forever.”

Without another word Alex turned and left, giving Dimitri a glimpse of a very worried Ilyena. Dimitri took off after Rya, and as he moved through the lodge to the dining area, he tried to tell himself that he just wanted to avoid the crowd that would be in Boston, that he wanted some time to himself with the lodge half empty. Those excuses vanished like smoke in the wind as he heard the sound of Rya’s laughter, and his heart thumped hard in his chest. He stepped into the dining room and found her almost immediately, as though they had some kind of connection between them that drew his gaze instantly to her.

She was sitting with Mistress Angelique at a large, round table and eating dinner, her head tilted back as she laughed at something one of Angelique’s men said, exposing the perfect line of her throat. Once again his heart lurched in his chest, but he remained frozen in the doorway, unsure of how to approach her or if he still had time to turn back. She’d somehow woven a spell around him, his dark-haired siren, and when she turned around and looked at him like she could feel him watching her, he knew he was lost as his gaze met her beautiful golden hazel eyes. Her long, thick lashes framed her remarkable eyes perfectly, but he was distracted by her lips. They were warm and pink, begging for his kiss.

Tonight, she belonged to him and as he sat down and waited for her to finish her meal, he began to stalk his tempting little prey.

What should have been a delicious dinner tasted like paste to Rya as she tried to enjoy her
Coq au vin
while chatting with the French Domme, Angelique, and her submissives. Rya had met them the previous evening while playing cards and had instantly clicked with Angelique. The elegant, silver haired woman was probably in her early sixties and had a stable of five men serving her ranging in age from a stud in his thirties to a fit and delicious salt and pepper haired man probably around Angelique’s age. All four men were utterly devoted to the French Domme and Rya was fascinated by the dynamic of the household. Each submissive had his role and somehow they were all able to co-exist without jealousy.

Speaking of jealousy, she was pretty sure Dimitri was still sitting across the vast dining room, staring holes into her back. She didn’t know what his problem was. Tusya had informed her that Dimitri never had a girlfriend; he had what amounted to a harem of submissives at his beck and call as well as a variety of couples in which he was a regular third. She’d heard of men having harems before, and if that was his kink, more power to him, but it still irritated her that she’d been so attracted to the kind of man she could never be with. Oh, Rya had no illusions that anything that happened during her time here was permanent, but it didn’t mean she liked seeing a man she’d just kissed mauling three other women.

That was just plain rude.

So, even though he’d tried to catch her attention earlier, she ignored him. Some men just liked the chase; there was no fucking way she was going to be another notch in that playboy’s belt. Too bad he was the only man her body was focused on now.

Her hormones had shitty taste.

Clearing her throat, Rya turned back to Angelique. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

The other woman gave her a suspicious look before her face smoothed down into a polite mask. “What is it?”

“Nothing bad. There is a…man here I think you and your men should talk with. He’s a switch and a very good Dom from what I hear, but for some reason, he’s totally freaked out by his need to submit. I thought that maybe if he talked with you and your men he’d stress out less about it. I spoke with him today at lunch about it and he’s interested, but because of some personal bullshit, something about the world he lives in never accepting him as having submissive leanings, or some misogynistic shit, he’s tried to reject that part of himself for years.”

Angelique pursed her lips. “But he is ready to talk about it now?”

Tossing her ponytail over her shoulder, Rya then shrugged. “I don’t know if he’ll ever be ready, but I kind of badgered him into it. He wanted me to top him in private but we just don’t have that spark together and I really don’t get off on topping men, only women. But you have such a good thing going with your guys I thought that if he talked to you and your men he might be more comfortable with himself.”

Angelique lightly tapped her long, pink painted nail against the stem of her wine glass. “Why is this important to you?”

“Because…I don’t know, I guess because he’s making himself miserable without need. He seems like a really nice guy and life is too short to waste it trying to be something you’re not. I mean, can you imagine living like that? No, he needs to learn to love himself or he’ll never be able to love someone back.”

“You have a very kind heart. Tell me more about this man. I may wish to speak with him.”

She told Angelique about Tusya and a small weight lifted off her shoulders. He really was a nice guy once she got past his stuffy exterior and she hoped he got what he needed from Angelique. Rya was surprised Katya had been very supportive of Tusya seeking out a Mistress. She’d also learned that Katya and Tusya were more like friends with benefits than true lovers. Katya had lost her husband, who had also been her Master, two years ago and while she craved domination and enjoyed the sex, her heart wasn’t into looking for love which made the commitment-phobic Tusya the perfect Dom for her.