Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish)

Dimitri’s Forbidden Submissive

A Submissive’s Wish Novel

By Ann Mayburn

Dimitri’s Forbidden Submissive

A Submissive’s Wish Novel

By: Ann Mayburn

Published by Fated Desires Publishing, LLC.

ISBN: 978-1-62322-125-6

© 2014 Ann Mayburn

Cover Art by Scott Carpenter

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All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination.

Dimitri’s Forbidden Submissive

As the daughter of an outlaw biker, Rya DeLuca is used to living a wild life, but nothing could prepare her for the danger of falling in love with Dimitri Novikov. To Rya he’s a warm, loving, sexy as hell Dom who gives her exactly the kind of bondage and discipline she craves in the bedroom, but to the rest of the world Dimitri is a feared man, a cold blooded, heartless killer who is at the top of the Russian Mafia food chain.

While her hard and Dominant Master is her perfect match in every way that matters, their love can never last longer than a few days at most. Every moment Rya spends with Dimitri puts her life in jeopardy from rival gangs and Dimitri’s own family.

Dimitri will have to decide if he loves Rya enough to walk away from her in order to save her life, or if their love is worth starting a war that could change the world of the Russian mafia forever.

Dimitri Novikov glanced over at his friend, Moriz, then shook his head as they moved through the massive hunting lodge that was the current home to the European Delegation of Doms and their subs visiting the United States. This was the last part of their journey through the States and a few nights after the Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction, one of the most elite submissive auctions in the world. Dimitri had attended the auction but left early to help his good friend Ivan set up a capture fantasy for Gia, the woman he’d won.

Moriz lowered his voice, slowed his walk to a stroll, then glanced around. “Come on, Dimitri, help me out. This girl, Rya, she is a good woman. I feel like an asshole for how things worked out, but I really like Jean. I want to give whatever it is we have together a chance.”

Scratching at his neatly trimmed beard, Dimitri shook his head again. “If she’s a good woman I do not want anything to do with her, and you certainly do not want her to have anything to do with me.”

“Look, I know you can’t be in a relationship, but that is not what I’m asking of you. I purchased Rya for the rest of the week, then we are done. So maybe she is not like the mistresses you keep, but I promise you’ll like her. She enjoys being watched—she is an exhibitionist—and you love to watch so it is a good fit, especially because you won’t be jealous. And did I mention that she’s hot? There was a lot of competition to win her at the auction.”

For a moment Dimitri considered Moriz’s offer, wondering what it would be like to spend time with a woman he wasn’t paying for her company. His heart ached to have someone in his life who genuinely cared for him, but the risk to her was too great. Especially with Borya,
Sovietnik
of the Sokolov
Bratva
family, in attendance. Though technically, Dimitri’s family was allied with the Sokolov family, in the world of the Russian
Bratva
there were no true friends. If Dimitri paid this Rya too much attention she would be at risk of being seen as a tool to be used against him.

No, it would be better if he just left her alone.

“Moriz, I cannot.”

With a disgruntled huff, Moriz stopped them in the hallway leading to the entertainment wing of the massive lodge. “Come on, there is no one else I trust with her. She’s not here looking for a boyfriend. She’s here looking for a BDSM experience with a strong Master, and I know you can give it to her.”

“Why me? Why not Oleg or Tusya? They are both single and are decent Dominants.”

“Because she rejected them.”

Raising his eyebrows, Dimitri found himself intrigued despite his determination to make Moriz see sense. “What happened?”

“After she arrived and found out that Jean and I have something special she graciously offered to bow out. Rya is a very perceptive woman and even though Jean was trying to be okay with her joining us, it hurt Jean and Rya knew it and she gracefully bowed out. Rather than just send Rya home, I offered her the chance to stay here and view it as a vacation. She agreed, and that night Oleg tried to pick her up. After ten minutes of talking with him, she politely, but firmly, turned him down. Him and six other Doms that night, I might add. It was very entertaining to watch them get sent on their way one by one.”

Trying to imagine the movie-star-handsome Oleg being rejected by any woman made Dimitri’s lips twitch in a rare smile. “And Tusya?”

Rubbing his face, Moriz chuckled. “You know how he just likes to announce to submissives that they’re going to serve him?”

“Yes, and usually they do. Something about finding out he is Russian royalty does that.”

“Not Rya. She actually suggested he might enjoy the feel of her collar for the week.”

Dimitri burst out laughing, imagining the stuffy and proud Tusya’s reaction. “She did not.”

“Oh yes, she did.” Moriz grinned. “She’s a switch, but she usually only tops women. When I asked her what the hell happened with Tusya she said, as calm as you please, ‘You mean you don’t know he longs to serve?’”

Both men laughed and two of the submissives who traveled with the delegation smiled at Dimitri and fluttered their lashes. He gave them both a considering look, the girls were fun to play with and knew he would never give them anything more than sex, but he found his mind going immediately back to this mysterious Rya. He couldn’t remember the last time any woman had turned down Tusya. He had to admit he was intrigued.

Dimitri waited until the submissives were out of earshot, then said, “So you think I would do better with her?”

“Yes. Rya’s fantasies revolve around threesomes and forced seduction scenarios. You’re the only single Master that she has not rejected who would enjoy those things. Plus, you’re a very strong Dominant and you speak English. This will work well for Rya. She’s an honest woman and will tell you what she thinks, even if it’s not what you want to hear. So be ready for a bit of sass.”

Trying to tell himself he wasn’t even considering it, Dimitri looked down at his black button down shirt, checking it for wrinkles and checked his black slacks to make sure they were clean. “What does she look like?”

As if sensing Dimitri’s growing interest, Moriz smiled. “Go and see for yourself.”

Frowning at the other man, Dimitri shook his head. “This is not a good idea. I cannot offer her what she needs.”

“You’re reading more into this than there is. All I am asking you to do is take her on for the remainder of the week. Be her Master and show her a good time. Then, at the end of the week you both go your separate ways. She will be in no danger.” Moriz gave Dimitri a considering look. “If you do this for me I will owe you a favor.”

Considering Moriz was a high-ranking member of the Russian political party currently in power; having him owe Dimitri a favor was worth its weight in gold, and the bastard knew it. “I am not promising anything, but I will meet the girl.”

“Excellent, I will introduce…”

“No. I want to meet her on my own terms. Where is she now?”

“Last I checked, she was in the library.”

“The library?”

Moriz gave him a bemused smirk. “Yes. Unlike the women you usually date, she has a brain and she enjoys reading.”

Dimitri didn’t attempt to defend the women he kept. It was true, he didn’t select his bed partners for their minds and actually avoided entangling himself with anyone he could possibly love. But this was a unique circumstance and Moriz was right; at the end of the week they would go their separate ways, so why not indulge himself with a woman he would normally avoid. Just this once, he could pretend he was a normal man. But he was getting ahead of himself. First, he had to see if this mysterious Rya was indeed compatible with him and if he even found her desirable and vice versa.

“If you will excuse me, I have a submissive to seduce.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Moriz nodded. “Thank you and good luck.”

“I do not need luck.”

Dimitri didn’t like the way Moriz laughed as he moved quickly to his private rooms at the lodge, but he couldn’t deny the anticipation singing through his blood. He’d never had to actually pursue a woman, and he found himself looking forward to the challenge. Because he was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and the son of one of the most powerful Bratva
Pahkans
in Russia, all he had to do was look at a female and she’d be naked on his bed. While his body was sexually satisfied by these women, he’d never actually been in love and planned on keeping it that way.

He checked the door to his room carefully for any sign of disturbance. Paranoia had been bred into Dimitri since birth; he never did anything that would give his enemies a chance to take him out of the game. The hair he’d placed between the door and the frame was still there and the lock showed no signs of tampering. He entered his room, and a quick glance confirmed it remained undisturbed. Not that any assassins were likely to hit him here, he had too many powerful friends surrounding him, but the one moment he let his guard down could be the moment someone ended his life.

He grabbed his laptop, deciding he needed a reason to show up in the library with Rya. If she was as independent as Moriz said, she’d no doubt want to select her own Master. While he secured his room, he wondered what kind of woman she was, what she looked like, and found himself entering dangerous territory with this woman he’d never met. No, this was merely another conquest, another woman that he would spoil, fuck, and move on. He might treat her a little better because she wasn’t a woman who expected to be his mistress, but he would not allow any dangerous emotions to intrude.

He was alone and would remain alone until his father died.

Shaking off those bitter thoughts, he paused outside the library and collected himself. While he would hate to lose the leverage of Moriz owing him a favor, he wouldn’t pretend to be attracted to a woman just to get something out of it. His moral code might be questionable by most standards, but he would never knowingly hurt a woman. Anticipation quickened his pulse and he took a deep breath, the uncharacteristic show of nerves somehow making him feel more alive, more aware.

Some part of his mind tried to warn him that this was perilous, that he should just walk away, but he ignored that voice of caution and opened the door.