Alexandr's Reluctant Submissive (19 page)

“No, no, I don’t think you’re depraved.” She sighed, hating to think that Alex would hide his desires from her in the future for fear of offending her. “I’m just…possessive of you right now. I want to drown myself in you, to revel in being able to touch you, taste you, enjoy you. Anything or anyone else would be a distraction from who I really want and need. My beloved husband.”

“I am possessive of you as well, but your happiness is my satisfaction. I want you to drown in pleasure, to give you anything and anyone that you desire. That has not changed.”

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “Only you could make permission for me to have an orgy sound romantic.”

“Is gift.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much,
dorogoya
,” Alex whispered before he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. “You hold a piece of my soul, keep safe and clean for me even when the world coats me in its filth. Most amazing woman I have ever met, and also most beautiful.”

She boldly licked his lips, loving the way his hips thrust up slightly. “Come with me. I want to show my Master just how much I missed him.”

With a small smile she led him to the bed, then ran her hands over his chest. “Permission to undress you, Master?”

His gaze was incendiary, and he barely nodded. “
Da
.”

She couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hands over his body. “You wouldn’t believe how much time I’ve spent these past five years dreaming about touching you like this.”

“Jessica—”

The pain in his voice had her placing her fingertips gently against his lips.

“No, I’m not sad, I’m grateful.” She slowly bit her lower lip, then released it, knowing it drove him crazy. “Grateful and incredibly horny. God, I can’t be around you without wanting to be as physically close as possible. Just touching you sends chills through me.”

She ran her fingers through his soft hair, loving the heat of him against her body, enjoying the intense pleasure that she got from just being with him. Through her actions, she wanted to show him how much she cared. The need to submit to him, to give him everything he desired, burned through her clean and pure. There was no conflict in her heart about serving her Master; it was as natural to her as breathing.

Turning so her back was to him, she removed her own clothes slowly enough to tempt and tease him, to test his self-control. Energy thrilled through her as he gripped his cock and gave it a hard squeeze once she was nude and facing him again. With him watching her like this, she became hyperaware of her body, sinking into the first warm layers of her subspace. By the time she reached him again, her moves were languid, flowing, every touch a seduction. The smooth skin of his shoulders was revealed to her and she instantly rubbed her cheek against his warm skin. With a sigh, she leaned up on tiptoe to kiss a thin, white scar going over the meaty curve above his collarbone then kissed her way down. His crisp chest hair tickled against her face and she rubbed her lips over the hard bump of his nipple. Giving into an impulse, she moved on and rained gentle, lingering kisses over his torso, loving him with her touch.

“You have the most amazing lips,” he murmured and stroked his hand affectionately down her cheek. “Nothing like them in the world. They soothe me when nothing else can, give me hope when all of mine is lost.”

She dropped her hands to his belt, smoothly removing it before unbuttoning his pants. The sensation of the firm muscles of his lower abdomen against the backs of her fingertips was heaven. Once they were loose, he quickly stepped out of them, stripping off his socks and giving her a hell of a view of his massive body. As soon as he stood, she plastered herself against him, rubbing her body over his and creating a torrent of sparks that lit her blood. Need pulsed through her sex, but she was enjoying the moment too much to rush it.

“I always loved how big you were,” she whispered as she met the rolling thrust of his hips, moving almost as if they were grinding against each other on the dance floor. “The first time I saw you, I noticed how massive your hands were. I’d never been attracted to that before in a man, but as soon as I saw your fingers all I could think about was how they would feel inside of me. So long and thick.”

He made a pleased sound when she raised one of his fingers to her mouth and slowly sucked on the tip.

“All the better to touch you with, my dear.”

She released his digit with a loud pop of her lips, then smiled. “Are you the big bad wolf?”

“Yes, and I am going to eat you.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“You better run, because I am coming for you.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“Last warning.”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you now?”

She was openly taunting him and she had a feeling he was about to end her little game then remind her who was in charge.

Her clit pulsed at the thought.

“You are mine now,
prinsessa moya
. Perhaps it is time I remind your
pizda
who it belongs to.”

Her laughter rang out through the room as he picked her up, then tossed her on the bed. The joy of being with Alex felt so damn good on all levels that even as he buried his rough face between her thighs, all she could do was smile and grab on to his hair. His clever, blessed tongue danced over her clit, flicking and rubbing against the little bud until she was moaning softly. In response, he cupped her bottom and suckled her, growling when she tensed and her back arched, the first waves of her orgasm tightening everything deep inside. Then he began to rhythmically suck her clit and she broke, pulses of ecstasy crashing through her.

He licked at her, his touch incredibly soft and tender. Fuck, Alex didn’t just make love with his cock; right now his mouth was definitely making love to her pussy. The breath escaped her lungs in a long, pleasure-saturated sigh that made Alex look up at her and smile. He rested his chin on her pubic mound and she lovingly traced her fingers over his face.

“That was amazing.”

“I know.”

Laughing, she helped him up the bed until his body was covering hers, both of them smiling despite Alex’s rock-hard cock pressed between them. The muscles of his arms flexed enticingly as he pushed himself up over her and her legs naturally fell open for him. They both looked down as he slid the flushed head of his big dick between her puffed-up labia, teasing her clit until she once again panted beneath him, dying for his cock deep inside of her.

“Alex, please,” she whimpered.

“What is it,
dorogoya
? What do you want?”

“I need you to shove that big dick of yours inside of me, now, and fuck me until I come all over you.”

A low, deep groan vibrated through his body into hers and he did just as she asked, gripping the thick base of his erection and lining himself up before pushing into her with all his strength. She screamed out in discomfort as he pressed somewhere deep inside of her that sent shocks of painful electricity through her nervous system. The urge to safeword out hovered on the tip of her tongue, but before she could say it, he leaned down and sucked gently on her nipple while he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Twisting beneath him, she whimpered, unable to separate the discomfort from the gratification of being stuffed absolutely full with dick. In marked contrast to his initial vicious thrust, his next moves were slow and gliding strokes that rubbed her just right. Wrapping her hands in his hair, she held him to her breast while he worshiped her body with his, surrendering to him as she let herself totally go.

“That’s it, baby, give yourself to me,” he purred.

Unable to form a thought coherent enough for words, she responded with her body by clasping him with her internal muscles. Right away he stiffened, then picked up his pace. Squeezing him every time he went deep, she felt her belly begin to tighten with her impending orgasm. It hovered just out of reach, but came closer with every thrust of Alex’s body into hers. When he raised his lips to hers, she met him in a soul-consuming kiss, their bodies as intertwined as they could possibly be.

When her climax hit her, she cried out into his mouth, her hips jerking against him while he threw his head back and roared out his release. The thick pulse of his cock inside of her had Jessica twitching, her body so overstimulated by this point that just the brush of his skin against hers was almost too much. Tucking her against him, Alex rolled them so she was on top, still connected by his dick slowly softening inside of her.

Stroking her damp back, Alex let out a rumbling hum of pure contentment. “Just when I think there is no possible way that I will be able to relax enough to go to sleep, you fuck the tension right out of me.”

She snorted a laugh against his chest. “You’re welcome, I think.”

When he leaned over to turn off the light, he slipped out of her and she scampered out of bed to grab some baby wipes that she’d started keeping nearby. By the time he had the pillows adjusted to his liking, she was clean enough to slide back into bed with him, happy little sighs escaping her as she cuddled close. The heavy weight of his arms wrapped around her and she rubbed her nose against his chest, unable to get close enough to him as the sound of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

The next morning Jessica slept in late, and it took her longer than usual to get ready. Today she was a different woman…with a new last name. And with that name and status change came a great responsibility. Her mind still wasn’t sure how to accept the new realities to her world, but she was managing to keep her panic at bay. With bodyguards and cameras watching her at what felt like pretty much all times, she knew she needed to project a certain appearance if she wanted their respect. And hyperventilating while saying “Oh my God” over and over again probably wasn’t the impression she was going for. The meds her doctor had prescribed her helped a great deal, leaving her clearheaded but not as jumpy, and she was thankful for them.

With the need to at least look the role she’d been thrust into, she’d donned a fabulous purpely-gray knit dress and paired it with some amazing silver snakeskin Gucci heels. Impressive diamond-stud earrings surrounded by platinum filigree went in her ears and a matching bracelet on her wrist. The big sapphire wedding set still glittered on her finger, and she added a thick serpentine platinum choker with a filigree of diamonds. She felt as if she was dressed for a fabulous New Year’s Eve party instead of going to breakfast, but she needed to get used to the new culture she found herself in.

Plus, it was fun to play dress up with the jewels Alex had designed for her all those years ago. In a way it felt like she was reclaiming a part of her past, and not just in a physical sense. Each piece of jewelry held a memory, a perfect snapshot of the moment Alex had given her the different pieces. The earrings she wore today were new, but he’d given the necklace to her at their home in Ireland before going out and playing in the snow. Well, she played while he watched her with a predator’s intent, but it had been fun.

Touching the now warm metal of the necklace fondly, she still wondered if it was too much.

Vera had said that in the social circles Jessica would now move in, it was the normal thing for the women to wear small fortunes in jewelry in public. It was a statement of both Alex’s wealth and protection that she could wear such audacious bling without fear of getting mugged. No one, not even the world’s best jewel thief, would be tempted to steal from Alexandr Dubinski.

A shiver raced down her spine, momentary apprehension urging her to stall, but she forced herself to walk to the door of her bedroom and face the day.

As soon as she was in the brightly lit hall, Zoya caught her attention. The woman wore a charcoal-gray suit that was of a severe cut, but the pale-green blouse beneath added a feminine touch that kept the statuesque woman from appearing too butch. Yesterday she’d seen a few of the male bodyguards giving Zoya appreciative looks behind her back, but none to her face. Jessica didn’t blame them; Zoya could break balls with a glance.

“Good morning, Mrs. Novikov…my apologies, I mean Mrs. Dubinski.”

“I wish you would call me Jessica. That’s the only part of my name that hasn’t changed a hundred times.”

Zoya gave her a faint, wry smile as they moved down the hallway together. “As you wish, Jessica.”

More bodyguards stood off to the side while they made their way downstairs. Voices filled the air and grew louder as Zoya led her to the elegant and modern dining room walled off from the kitchen and living room. A simple ebony wood table stretched almost the length of the large space, and it was filled with people. They all turned as one when she entered the room and she almost froze beneath all the attention. Some of the faces she didn’t recognize, but Vera was there, along with Petrov, who was currently talking to Gwen seated next to him. Ivan and Gia sat next to Dimitri and Rya, but it was Tatiana who captured her attention.

“Mommy!”

Everyone chuckled as Tatiana sprang from her chair and darted across the room to Jessica. Today her daughter wore a pair of bright-pink and orange striped tights along with a jean skirt and a white sweater. She thought it was ambitious to dress her daughter in white before breakfast, but Tatiana looked so cute with her braided pigtails that all Jessica could do was catch her daughter in a big hug. The sweet smell of maple syrup hit her as she kissed Tatiana’s cheek.

“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

“Gwen had a sleepover with me last night. We painted our nails!” She proudly displayed her tiny fingernails, now sporting a bright-pink polish that matched her tights.

“Oh, I’m jealous, it looks so pretty.”

“And Papa gave me this,” Tatiana said proudly, pointing to a glittering white stone on a fine gold chain that Jessica hadn’t noticed before.

“That’s beautiful,” Jessica murmured as she examined the necklace, pretty sure her not-yet-five-year-old daughter was wearing a two-carat diamond around her neck.