Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (12 page)

Her body hummed with energy and she bent down to kiss him, then jerked up when she realized the sound was growing louder. Ivan muttered something in Russian, then moved quickly out of the bag. He threw his underwear and pants on, then tossed her his shirt.

“Put this on. We’re about to be rescued.”

Chapter Six

Gia held Ivan’s hand as they walked back into the house and she groaned inwardly as she saw the assembly of people waiting for them in the main hall of the mansion. It was past three in the morning so she was pretty sure they hadn’t walked in on a late night party. Sure enough, the distinct smell of coffee filled the air, and she saw a submissive serving sandwiches to a very subdued group.

To her embarrassment, her stomach rumbled and Ivan looked down at her. “You need to eat.”

One of the men, a little bit older but still very fit, strode up to Ivan with barely contained fury. “I will speak with you in a moment.”

It surprised her that he’d spoken English in front of her, but what he said next shocked her.

Turning to her his expression gentled and he took a deep breath and bowed before her. “Ms. Lopez, my name is Kiryl Blum. I’m so terribly sorry for everything you’ve suffered. If you would like to press charges against Ivan we will contact the authorities and detain him.”

Gia gaped at him, then reached out and clutched Ivan’s hand. “No, absolutely not. You can’t make me press charges against him. That’s not fair, he didn’t know I wasn’t aware this was a ruse and he was so wonderful to me. Please, it was my mistake so there is no need to contact the authorities.”

Ivan pulled her back against his chest. “Calm down,
dorogaya
.”

Kiryl arched a brow. “Are you sure, Ms. Lopez? Ivan, why don’t you release her so she can come stand by me.”

“I’m speaking my own mind, thank you very much. Just because he’s a Dom doesn’t mean I’m his little submissive puppet.”

Tilting his head, Kiryl motioned to Gia. “Still, I’d like you to come here. Ivan, release her.”

Ivan laughed. “You really don’t want me to do that.”

Gia pushed at Ivan’s arms. “He isn’t influencing me! I like him, okay? He’s a nice guy, so leave him alone. Can’t we just go to bed? Please?” 

Her voice broke on the last word and Ivan swept her up into his arms. “You are done questioning her. We are going to bed. Send someone by with a meal for her.”

She curved her face against his chest, relieved beyond belief that she could finally go to sleep. The she felt something scratching her forehead. She reached up and pulled out a pine needle. Groaning she felt again and found four more. 

“What’s wrong?” Ivan asked in soft voice.

“Do I have leaves and shit in my hair?”

“Well, you do have some of the forest with you.”

He stopped, lowered her to her feet, then unlocked a door. It opened to her sumptuous suite and she almost wept at the sight of the bed. Fighting a yawn, she darted into the bathroom and answered the call of nature. When she finally looked at her reflection, she moaned in acute embarrassment. At some point she must have gotten sap into her hair because she had a lovely almost dreadlock of the sticky stuff on the right side of her head. Various other bits of ferns and things she didn’t even want to identify came to light as she turned her head in the mirror.

A shudder of revulsion washed through her and she ripped Ivan’s shirt off before running into the shower. She turned it on full blast and got hit with the icy water and let out a high-pitched shriek at the top of her lungs. The water soon warmed enough so she wasn’t gasping, and she sighed as heat enveloped her. 

“Are you all right?” Ivan asked from right next to her.

She would have jumped if he hadn’t held her against him. His erection slid against her skin and she melted in his arms. “Yes. The water was cold at first.”

Turning, she reached for his erection but he stopped her hand. “No. You are exhausted and you will sleep if I have to chain you to the bed.”

She pouted, but he picked up the bottle of shampoo. “Turn around and lean your head back.”

To her delight, he began to wash her hair, as skilled as any beautician had ever been. He had strong, firm hands and laughed when she sagged against him.

“Close your eyes.”

Ivan rinsed her hair with gentle strokes of his fingers. They got stuck here and there, so he squirted out a palm full of conditioner and began to pick the debris out of her hair as gently as he could. He was so careful with her that she couldn’t help the surge of intense emotions flooding her. When he was finally finished, he washed her body, his slick hands rubbing over her. When he reached her pussy, he paused and slowly slid a soapy finger between her labia.

She immediately groaned and tilted her hips. “Ivan.”

Laughing, he removed his finger and washed her quickly. “Sorry,
lyubov moya
. I could not resist.”

“What does that mean?”

He turned her to make sure she was totally rinsed, lifting her arms to the water. “It means kind of like your American sweetheart.”

Pleased, she stepped out when he opened the door and let him dry her. After tending to her needs he wrapped one towel around his waist and used another to dry off his back and chest while she twisted her hair up in a towel. She felt clean all over, except for her mouth.

“Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“Why don’t you wait until after we eat? If my nose is right they brought us some Truffle
Shchi
.”

“What’s that?”

He walked into their bedroom and she followed, then stopped with a gasp. A lovely table service for two had been set up with beautiful china, a vase of flowers, and a rolling cart with covered silver trays on it. She’d expected a sandwich, not this amazing presentation.

He opened one of the covers and smiled, revealing two porcelain bowls.

“We travel with our own chefs. That way we know there will always be food we like and we don’t have to worry about going out to eat if we don’t want to. This is a traditional Russian soup. It has pork, truffles, and lots of delicious cabbage.”

She grinned. “Delicious cabbage, huh?”

He gave her a puzzled look and set the bowl before her. “You don’t like cabbage?”

The soup certainly smelled good and she picked up her spoon. “We never really ate it when I was growing up. If it didn’t come from a box or you could microwave it my mom didn’t want to cook it.”

She took a sip of the soup and smiled. It was good, really good. Her appetite roared to life, and before she knew it, she was scraping the bottom of the bowl. 

Watching her, Ivan took a bite then said, “Your mother did not like to cook?”

Weariness dragged at her and it became a race to see if she would finish her soup or fall asleep in it first. “After my dad died when I was eight my mom slipped into a deep depression…except no one called it that. They said my mother had a broken heart that had never healed. She loved my father so much a part of her died with him. I think she was actually happy when that guy shot her, knowing she’d be with my father soon.”

“What happened?”

Bad memories assailed her and her stomach cramped up. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it. Just drop the subject, please. I’m really tired, Ivan, and I can’t take much more tonight.”

“I am sorry. I did not mean to add a further burden to you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m not ashamed of my family or my past. I just don’t like to talk about the bad stuff. My mom loved me, I know she did, and she tried the best she could to raise me. She was a good woman and she always did her best to keep me and the other kids in our neighborhood safe from the drug dealers and gang bangers. My mother was broken, but fearless.” Her voice choked up at the end and she set her spoon down.

He watched her with such understanding that tears welled in her eyes. With a sniff, she sat back, but as soon as he opened the next set of lids, her mouth watered. Cuts of what she assumed were beef floated in a rich brown gravy, accompanied by some potatoes seasoned with what smelled like delicious roasted garlic, and there was a fancy sprig of vegetables tied to look like flowers on top.

Her appetite returned with a vengeance and she dug in, only sparing a moment now and then to tell Ivan how good this was. After filling the hole in her stomach, she sat back and sighed. Ivan watched her with amusement, and she narrowed her eyes at him. 

“What are you laughing about?”

“You eat like you do everything else, with zest.”

“Is that an insult?”

“No.” He pushed back from the table and came over to her. Bending down, he swept her out of her seat and gently placed her on the bed. He began to kiss his way down her cheek to her neck. “You fascinate me. Being next to you makes life seem…brighter? I don’t know the right English word.”

With a sigh she stretched out and curved into his kisses. “You make me feel brighter.”

She yawned and Ivan smiled down at her. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

Soon she found herself naked beneath the sheets, watching the sunrise through the windows. Pink and gold frosted the horizon while the most beautiful blue began to inch into the darkness. It was pretty now, but she didn’t want the sun in her eyes in an hour. She planned to sleep for at least the next two days. When she moved to go shut the curtains Ivan pulled her back against. “So eager to run from me again?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I just wanted to close the curtains.”

“Allow me.” He grabbed a small remote off the side table and pressed a couple buttons. The curtains closed and the lights turned off. The bed shifted as he put the remote back and she rolled closer to him. When he leaned back he gathered her against him with a very content sigh and pulled her closer until her head rested on his heavily muscled chest. The thump of his heart was deep and reassuring beneath her ear, as was the movement of his breath. Soon she found herself breathing the same time he did and when he began to gently stroke her hair she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this loved.

Chapter Seven

Gia stretched out in bed with a low groan and tried to remember what she’d done to make her legs so stiff. One of her feet touched something warm and solid beneath the covers. Her memories came back in a rush, and she turned as slowly as she could to look at the man sleeping next to her. He slept almost spread eagle, and it amused her to realize not only was he a bed hog, he was also a cover hog. Thankfully, the bed they shared was oversized, or she would have been on the floor.

The need to use the bathroom became a pressing urge and she slowly got out of bed and crept naked through the bedroom suite. A thin sliver of light showed over the top of the curtains, and she wondered what time of day it was. Not that it really mattered. She was going to spend the next five days with one of the most amazing men she’d ever met and come out of it forty-two thousand dollars richer. That thought stopped her after she flipped on the bathroom light. The money wasn’t as appealing as it had once been when she realized she would have to leave at the end of those five days.

In an effort to distract herself from that disturbing thought she decided to rinse off in the shower. One of the main things Mistress Viola had impressed upon Gia was to always be fresh and appealing for her Master. And what a Master he was.

Just thinking about Ivan sent a rush of heat through her body. She actually giggled when she realized she didn’t have to go to her trusty vibrator for relief. Something much, much better waited in the bedroom for her. While brushing her teeth with a new toothbrush she found in the vanity, she thought about how worried Ivan had been last night when he found her. Her heart beat a little harder as she thought about how he’d almost missed her curled up beneath the trees. Staring into the mirror she remembered how close she'd come to dying.

Goosebumps erupted on her arms and she quickly spit then rinsed her mouth. No, she wasn’t going to think of how badly everything could have ended. She was here, she was alive, and she owed her rescuer a big thank you. Fortunately she had a pretty good idea about what he would enjoy. 

She made her way across the dimly lit room and gently climbed back into bed. Ivan had rolled over with his big arms spread out on either side of him. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she took her time admiring his physique. He was a big man all over. Biting her lower lip, she tugged down the blanket so his hips and cock were slowly revealed. He shifted and grumbled something, and his breathing evened out again. Licking her lips, she bent down and took his soft cock into her mouth. Even when he wasn’t aroused, he was a big boy and more than a mouthful. 

Knowing there is no way in hell she’d be able to deep throat him all the way when he was hard, she took the time now to fit as much of him as she could in her mouth. His shaft began to fill with blood and she started to slowly bob her head up and down his length, taking her time and keeping her movements leisurely. He became too large to comfortably fit down her throat, so she gripped his shaft with her free hand, using the other to balance as she knelt next to him.

As she licked the little notch beneath the head of his dick he stirred against her, those amazing stomach muscles of his shifting beneath his lightly furred skin. Unable to resist the temptation, she lightly touched his hipbone, then followed the tendon line that swept down to his pubic area in such a provocative way. The smooth skin of his balls felt delicious beneath her teasing fingertips. Ivan was such a big, masculine guy and she loved it.

He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down onto his shaft. “Good morning, Gia.”

She struggled to take him, to open her throat, but he was too much. When she gagged he let up the pressure slightly on her head. Shifting, he spread his legs and rocked his hips into her mouth. She jerked in time with her sucks and soon he was sitting up on his elbows to watch her. He smoothed her hair back from her face so he could get a better view and growled low in his throat.

That primal, delicious sound only made her work harder for him. She began to rub and twist her wrist as she stroked him then leaned down to lick his balls. Taking one soft globe into her mouth at a time, she delicately tongued him as she’d been taught. One nice thing about having trained with an experienced Dom and Domme was she knew how to please men and women. The knowledge she’d gained gave her new self-confidence about sex, and as Ivan continued to make his lusty noises pride surge through her.