Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (24 page)

“That’s still bullshit.” She shoved at his chest and got absolutely nowhere. “Let me go.”

“Wait. I understand that you feel your privacy was invaded, but please consider it from my position. I had a woman I was dating try to seduce my eighty-two year old father before he passed away. Do you know how furious I was, how ashamed and embarrassed that I’d brought her into his home?”

Her heart hurt for him and she traced her fingers over his lips, trying to gentle the irate look that had come over him. “I understand. But this means I get to do as many Internet searches on you as I want.”

His lips twitched beneath her fingers in a small smile and his body softened, just a bit, beneath her. “All the nude photos are fakes.”

A giggle bubbled up from her stomach and she tried to swallow it and failed. “Damnit, Ivan, I’m mad at you. Don’t make me laugh.”

Running his hands gently though her hair, he nodded. “I know you are upset, but I hope that you will forgive me. I could have lied to you, but I don’t want that between us. I want to be able to trust you, and for you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “At least I think I do. I won’t know until I get access to a computer.”

Beneath her belly, his stomach growled loud enough that it rumbled against her skin. She snickered, then leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Come on, Master, I have the primal female need to feed you and care for you.”

He rubbed his face against her cheek like a big cat, scratching her with his early morning stubble. “Are you sure we can’t stay in bed?”

Pushing off of him she gently moved out of his grasp and stood next to the bed, all too aware of her naked state as his eyes gleamed with hunger. “You promised me we’d see some tourist stuff. I’ve never been here before.”

“I did.” He reached out and grasped her wrist, bringing it to his mouth so he could lick and nip at the pulse beneath her skin. “But you said you needed to feed and care for me.”

“I meant eating food, Ivan. One cannot survive on love alone.”

His lips stilled for a moment, and she hoped he didn’t notice her sudden tension. She hadn’t meant that the way it sounded. Okay, so she was pretty sure she was falling in love with him, but that didn’t mean she had to tell him that. If she hadn’t had that talk with Catrin about Ivan being an international playboy, she would have thought the conversation they’d just had changed things between them, taking their relationship to a whole new, more intimate level.

When he pulled her into his arms she didn’t protest, and much later, when he was moving deep inside of her, she thought her heart might break at the reverent way he said ‘My Gia’ as he climaxed, over and over again.

Chapter Fourteen

Gia laced her fingers through Ivan’s hand and leaned her head against his shoulder as they slowly strolled through the National Mall in Washington DC. The wardrobe people had arrived after Gia and Ivan’s long morning nap and had clothed her in an absolutely lovely orange and white summer dress that fit her like a dream. It was comfortable enough to walk around in and expertly made to enhance her body. 

Her shoes were so well crafted it felt as if she was walking in sneakers instead of cute, strappy orange sandals. She didn’t know the label, but they were amazing. Ivan would have a hard time getting her out of them tonight. The thought of tilting her ass up to him as she bent over a couch in these shoes had her pressing her thighs together. She needed to watch herself. The tiny scrap of frothy white lace that barely covered her mound and didn’t cover her ass at all was going to be soaked with her arousal soon. That would be uncomfortable, but she couldn’t help it. 

Her heart soared as she held his hand and simply enjoyed being with him. It had to be some kind of hormonal thing that resulted from frequent and utterly devastating fucking, and boy, did she feel good. Everywhere they went women looked at him with longing while many of the men looked away. A few stared back; it was like witnessing two wolves snarling at each other as they passed.

 And those men who dared to look back, looked at her with barely concealed hunger. 

Ivan glanced down at Gia, then led them over to the vast stone steps of the Lincoln Memorial. He sat and pulled her onto his lap, turning them for a better view of the lights shining on the reflecting pool stretched out before them.  

As he enveloped her she pushed at his chest. “Ivan! There are children around.”

“No, there aren’t. It’s late, Gia, almost nine thirty.”

She blinked up at him in surprise. “Wow. Time sure flies when you’re having fun.”

Stroking her cheek, he grazed his thumb over her lips. No one could see because of how he held her, and she shivered in his arms. His gaze darkened, but she swore it was with sadness instead of heat. Her heart gave a funny thump as she examined his face. 

“It does. Unfortunately, our time together is shorter than you think…unless you to come Russia with me.”

“What are you talking about your time is getting shorter? We have two more days.”

“No. I have to leave tomorrow.”

“What?” Her soul shattered and she tried to push her way out of his arms. “Why?”

“There is a delicate company matter I must deal with at home. I swear I would not leave unless I absolutely had to, but I have over three thousand employees depending on me to make the right business decisions. I’m responsible for their livelihood so I will always have matters I have to personally attend to.”

“I understand,” she whispered as she turned her head into his chest. 

Inside, she was screaming and crying as her heart refused to accept the loss. It didn’t help that he was here, now, in her arms as she breathed in his scent and felt his heat. Ivan was perfect, everything she wanted all wrapped up in one yummy package, but she was scared. The commitment he was asking for was astonishing, a monumental leap of faith and trust. 

“Come with me,” he urged in a low voice. “Please, Gia. I will not live without you.”

“Please don’t ask this of me,” she said as she pushed herself away and stood before him. 

He grasped her hands in his. “Give us a chance. I know I can make you happy. Just come with me, Gia.”

Even standing she still looked him in the eye as he sat. His size, his raw masculinity pushed at her and she pulled her hands from his then wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her from reaching for him.  The sadness in his gaze deepened until she felt as if she was drowning in his sorrow. She’d thought him cold, his face a perfect mask, showing nothing. His eyes the told the story of his soul, and his pain tore her apart.

She couldn’t do this to him. She couldn’t do this to herself. 

God help her for making what was, without a doubt, the stupidest and most foolish decision of her life.

“One week,” she whispered.

He tilted his head, the fading light catching the scar on his face and casting harsh shadows over the planes and ridges of his cheekbones. “I do not understand.”

“I have another week of vacation owed to me at work. I can only go for that long.”

She’d seen many expressions on Ivan’s face, but never the shock that was now widening his gaze. “You will come with me?”

“Yes.” She leaned over and put her hands on his shoulders and brushed her lips against his. “I’ll come to Russia with you.”

His face closed down and he said in a low voice, “Thank you. I promise you will not regret this.”

The enormity of what she just said raced through her. She sat next to him and stared out over the National Mall. Couples strolled through an unusually warm fall evening, arm in arm beneath the mellow lights. She took a deep breath and let it out, willing her heart to slow down. Without another word, he stood and helped her to her feet again. A sick feeling descended into her stomach. She looked up at him, but he ignored her.

His indifference had certainly not been the response she’d been looking for.

He’d been so passionate about her coming with him that she imagined she saw something more in him than was there. Instead of hugging her, swinging her into his arms and kissing her, or even smiling, all he was doing was holding her hand as they walked through the National Mall at a brisk pace while he talked on his cellphone.

They made it all the way to their waiting limo without him ever pausing to do more than glance at her. Worse yet, he spoke Russian so she had no idea what he was saying. If he hadn’t been gripping her hand so hard, she might have thought he’d forgotten about her.

She got into the limo silently, wishing she’d never agreed to go with him. If his indifference hurt now, what would it feel like if she was trapped over in Russia with him? What if she wanted to leave and he wouldn’t let her? Okay, that last thought was pretty dumb. One thing she was sure of was that Ivan wouldn’t hurt her. Plus, there would be a trail of documents and stuff. She would also call her best friend and let her know where she was going and who she was going with.

If she was still going. Maybe it had all been some kind of mind game. There were men out there who really got off on breaking women, on winding a woman around their finger then shattering her heart. 

A sudden silence filled the car and a moment later Ivan threw his phone across the limo with one hand and grabbed her with the other. She squeaked in surprise when he hauled her onto his lap and began to kiss her senseless. If she’d thought she’d experienced every kind of kiss she could with this man, he proved her wrong. He kissed her like he was touching her soul and she loved the way his hands clenched on her hips, holding her there while he undulated his pelvis against hers.

When they came up for air she was panting and his gaze glittered with lust. “I’ve made the arrangements. We’ll be flying out on my private jet. My personal shopper in Moscow is assembling a wardrobe for you and I’ll show you the homes you can pick from for us to stay in.”

She blinked rapidly. “Is that what you were doing on the phone?”

“Yes. I wanted to get everything done as quickly as possible so you could not change your mind.” His voice deepened and a hard pulse of need wet her inner thighs. “You are mine, Gia, and I will not let you go without a fight.”

He slipped his hand beneath her dress and slid his fingers against the lacey froth of her panties. His nostrils flared as he played with the wet fabric, pinching and massaging her pussy until she thought she might come without anything other than his gentle rubbing to get her off. He slid two fingers beneath the lace and teased at the soaked entrance to her sheath. That tender skin contracted hard, earning a deep chuckle from Ivan.

“Your body is begging for my cock.”

“Yes, it is,” she agreed with a desperate gasp. “Please take me.”

His mouth tilted in an arrogant grin and he leaned back, putting his arms behind his head. “Well, I was planning on taking you out dancing.”

“Dance naked with me,” she moaned as she ground herself against his cock through his shorts. 

The feel of his warm, firm muscles beneath her was driving her crazy and she wanted to tear at his clothes. 

“If you want my cock in that hot pussy you’re going to have to earn it, my Gia. Show me how much you want me. Seduce me.”

Reaching between them, she cupped his straining erection and had to hide a smirk. She was pretty sure he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but if he wanted to be seduced, she was more than eager to give it a try. Ivan responded to her like no other man, and it made her wanton to pleasure him, to make him feel the burning fires that licked through her body, tightening her for him, readying her pussy for the thick head of his shaft.

He wore a button down blue shirt that she made quick work of, the smooth fabric parting to reveal his sculpted torso.

Leaning over while she was doing this, he pressed a button and said something in Russian. Then he leaned back and smiled at her. “The driver will take us around DC until we are finished. I rather like the thought of fucking you here. I want you touch me, but only with your mouth.”

A delicious shiver went through her as she moaned and grasped her hands behind her back. It was either restrain herself or she would forget and touch him. She frowned down at his shorts and his brown leather belt. “Master, could you assist me with those?”

“Normally I would ask you to pay the price of being spanked with it, but your ass is still too tender.” He unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned his shorts, sliding them down enough that his cock was trapped inside but pushing at the fabric. “Now the price is coming down your throat. You will not be able to breathe, Gia, only suck and hope I finish coming before you pass out.”

A hard shudder of desire sparked along her nerves like bolts of erotic lightning. Breath play had always intrigued her but she didn’t like having someone flat out choke her. At least externally. Having his cock block her throat as he came was so naughty and she loved the illicit thrill it gave her. She imagined what she’d look like to him as she took him down her throat and her pussy clenched.

Starting at his face, she covered every inch of him that she could with soft kisses. When she lost her balance he held her so she could continue, his eyes closed and his lips slighty parted, an almost blissful expression covering his rugged face. As she worked her way over his body, kissing every exposed inch of skin, she realized Ivan had completely relaxed beneath her. When she’d peek at him she would find him watching her with a look of almost wonder on his face, well, wonder for Ivan. The small smile on Ivan’s lips wouldn’t mean much on other men, but on Ivan, it made her heart sing with contentment. The feeling she’d made the right decision grew until she started to get excited about going to Russia with Ivan.

He was hers. At least for another seven days. 

She used her teeth and freed his erection from his deep blue boxer briefs as she nudged the material down under his balls. He lifted himself slightly to help her and once he was free she smiled up at him then lightly traced the tip of his cock with her tongue, lapping at the precum gathered there. His essence slid over her taste buds and she groaned.  He was delicious and his taste instantly invoked thoughts of drinking down her Master’s seed. She was rapidly becoming addicted to him.