Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (13 page)

Her own pussy was wet and swollen, aching to be filled. With a soft moan she returned to licking his shaft and wiggled her bottom before moving a bit so she had her ass in the air, silently begging for his touch. 

He gave a choked laugh as she attempted to deep throat him again. “Do you want me to touch you,
krasavitsa
?”

She loved it when he spoke Russian to her, even if she had no idea what he meant. He sat up a little more and reached forward, caressing the curve of her ass with his fingertips. The light, teasing way he touched her drove her crazy, and she redoubled her efforts to make him come. Her breasts shook as she moved her head quickly up and down his length while jerking the base of his shaft with a corkscrewing motion that had never failed to make her trainer, Master Mark, come.

Ivan slapped her ass, the loud sound as startling as the flash of heat. “I’m going to come. When I do, I want you to rub your face all over my cock. I want you to cover your pretty lips and cheeks with me.”

The tight way he spoke let her know how close he was. She pulled back so the tip of her tongue lashed the swollen head of his shaft. He reached down and closed his hand over hers, jerking himself much harder than she’d been. His cock swelled and she moaned in delight as he trembled with the first explosion of his seed against her lips. Quickly turning her cheek, she rubbed his jerking dick against her face, spreading his essence around as he demanded.

He gathered her hair off her neck and gripped it in his fist hard enough so her scalp stung. In her needy state, feeling deliciously proud of being marked with his seed, the pain was just the right intensity to make her pliant in his grasp. He pulled her closer to him and with gentle, careful strokes licked himself off her cheeks. She fairly shook apart at the raw carnality of the act, of the way he was so soft with his mouth but so punishing with his grip in her hair.

Without releasing his grasp, he moved them so he stood next to the bed while she was parallel to him on the mattress. “On your hands and knees, ass in the air.”

She did as he asked, yelping when he gave her ass a good swat. “Yes, Master.”

“I said, ass in the air.” He pushed her lower back until she’d arched as much as she could, exposing the wet folds of her pussy to the cool air.

He gave what she could only describe as an evil laugh. “You like being told what to do, don’t you, my Gia?”

Cheeks flushing, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”

He adjusted his grip on her hair and turned her head so his lips were at her ear. In a soft voice he whispered, “I must admit, I enjoy it as well. I love knowing it makes you hot.”

Abruptly he stood and slid one long, calloused finger between the lips of her sex, making her wiggle against him. He slapped her ass hard. “Stay still. 

She whimpered and tried to keep from giving into the natural urge to wiggle, to do something with all the intense sexual energy he was building in her. To her shock he raked his fingernails down her back hard enough that she wondered if he’d drawn blood. Her scream filled the room and her Master laughed at her misery. 

“There. Now anyone who looks at you will know you are mine.”

She shuddered when he leaned over and began to gently lick the fiery paths he’d created on her skin. With his free hand he began to thumb her clit, and she quickly lost herself in him. Warmth, need, and bright sparks of pain danced along her nerves. He finally released her hair, making her scream yet again at the sharp burst of pain. She’d never experienced this much discomfort during sex before. She moaned when Ivan moved behind her and spread her ass so he could have better access to her pussy.

“Does my little slut want me to lick her?”

She nodded emphatically while forcing herself to stay still. Normally, if someone called her a slut she’d be kicking their butt, but she could tell by the way that Ivan it he wasn’t being offensive. He was deep in the moment and his tone was in no way negative or mean. If anything he sounded very tender when he called her a slut, almost like a beloved pet name. Plus she secretly liked the dirty little thrill of admitting that she was his slut.

“I didn’t hear you.” He gave one ass cheek a hard bite. 

“Please, Master, lick my pussy.”

His hand cracked on her ass again, right on the area he’d bitten her. “Beg harder.”

“Please, Master, please lick my pussy.”

Another slap, this time to the other cheek. “Not good enough.”

“Oh, fuck.” She sucked in a deep breath as his talented tongue licked over the areas he’d spanked and abused. Need burned inside of her and she was pretty sure if she pressed her thighs together she would come. “Please fuck me, lick me, do something. Please!”

“Better.” 

When he latched his mouth on her pussy a hard shudder ripped through her body, making her arms collapse. The position opened her further to him and he made a greedy, almost growling noise against her sensitive flesh. Her muscles tensed and she whined as he only gave her clit a teasing stroke with his tongue. Then he started to lick at the entrance to her body and she groaned. 

“Please,” she whispered as she clutched at the blankets.

He held her open wider, no doubt getting a close up view of every inch of her pussy and ass. His devil blessed tongue continued to tease the swollen nub of her clit until she was panting and biting the sheets. She wanted to come so bad but he wasn’t working her like she needed. Instead he kept his touch soft, driving her higher and higher until she wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t stroke out. Her mind began to shut down, to focus only on the sensations of his touch, of his scent in the air, of how badly she wanted him.

When he pulled back she made a pleading whisper, then moaned as he cupped her whole sex in his hand. “This is my pussy. Say it.”

“This is your pussy, Master.” Her words came out choked and she was surprised she could say them at all.

“Good.”

He stepped off the bed and she let out a small whimper, hoping he would finally finish her off. To her dismay he walked across the room and pulled open the curtains. Standing in the bright sunlight he stretched out, the muscles of his back art in motion. Her gaze traveled down to his tight ass and powerful thighs. He continued to look out the window and she made a little noise, hoping to draw his attention back to her.

“I know you’re there, Gia, and I know you’re suffering.” She was pretty sure she heard laughter in his voice. “Unfortunately, you won’t get any relief for a long time.”

“Why?” Her voice broke and she had actual tears filling her eyes.

“Because you did not ask for my permission before you sucked me off. I’m not in the habit of rewarding bad behavior.” 

He turned, giving her his profile, which included his big, very hard cock—the perfect antidote to her needs. If he would just sheathe himself in her for a moment she would come all over his length. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, aching for some stimulation. He was so in control of the moment, and she wanted to please him with a desperation bordering on madness. Part of her, the part pissed off he wasn’t giving her an orgasm, insisted she argue the point with him, but the part that had been trained to submit knew better than to try and plead her case.

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled, letting her know he could hear how irritated she was. 

A knock came from the door and he scowled before picking up his pants and jerking them on. Getting his rampant erection to fit in them had her biting her lip. He met her gaze and the heat she saw in his eyes had her arousal dripping down her inner thighs. 

She started to move and he snapped at her. “Stay there.”

“Stop! They’ll see me.”

He stalked across the room to her, giving her ass a brisk slap then pulling her thighs further apart until her pussy was exposed in an almost obscene fashion. “Whose pussy is it?”

“Your pussy, Master.”

“That’s right. And if I want to show it off, I will. It is a beautiful, wet, swollen pussy. Everyone who sees you will know how aroused you are, how needy. It will make them not only aroused as well, but also envious that I have such a beautiful girl.”

She had no idea how she could be both embarrassed and proud, but she was. 

“Put your face into the pillows, Gia. I do not want you to look no matter what happens.”

Confused, but eager to please, she did as he asked, arranging the pillows so she could hide her face, but still breathe.

A man’s voice, sounding vaguely familiar and speaking in Russian, filled the room, his tone obviously teasing. The strange man’s words cut off abruptly, and when the man at the door spoke next, there was a growl to his tone that was decidedly carnal in nature. Ivan replied and she wondered what the hell they were saying. A moment later, Ivan’s familiar hand touched her back, moving her around so he could shove pillows beneath her hips. Once she was arranged to his liking, he began to run his finger up and down her slit, easily gliding through her wetness.

She was glad the pillow stifled her loud moans.

Both men chuckled, and the hand playing with her pussy pulled her vaginal lips apart, showing the hard bud of her clit. Being so fully exposed to a stranger she couldn’t see made her sex clench, and the men laughed again. They exchanged words, again in Russian, and suddenly a face was pressed between her thighs—a face with a scratchy beard.

She startled, but Ivan pressed his hand down on her shoulder blades, easily pinning her. “You will not come, do you understand me, Gia?”

All she could do was frantically nod her head as the strange man lapped at her pussy like an ice cream cone. Big, long strokes that had her rocking against his face. Someone began to put their thumb into her pussy and she immediately clamped down on it, keening as her orgasm rushed towards her. She tried to hold back, tried to keep from going over, but it was an immense struggle.

The delicious, wonderful, torturous mouth on her pussy pulled away and she wailed in despair. The men laughed again and she grit her teeth. Someone patted her bottom, then traced their fingertip around the pucker of her anus. Ivan said something a low voice and she knew it was him when he gripped her ass. No one’s hands fit her body quite the way Ivan's did.

The other man sighed and said something. A few moments later, the click of the door opening and closing made her startle. She was shivering, overwhelmed with need. Before this moment she’d never have thought one of the greatest tortures she could experience was being denied an orgasm, but it was. She’d do anything at all for her Master to give her some relief.

The bed dipped as Ivan sat and pulled her onto his lap. She clung to him, rubbing her face against his chest as her whole body squirmed against him. A frantic need came over her and she began to lick and suck at one of his nipples, grinding her ass against his hard cock. If he would fuck her, make her come, make her break, she’d be able to think again. Right now, all her ability to think and reason focused on her need to have him inside of her.

“Easy, baby.” He held her close and stroked her until her shivers ceased. “You are doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”

To her dismay, she began to cry. It was the only outlet for her frustration, and he made soothing noises, rocking her as she wept. When her tears tapered off to sniffles, he gripped her chin and inspected her face. “You kill me when you look up at me with those big brown eyes of yours, Gia.”

“Please, I need to come so badly.”

Running his finger over her lower lip he gave her a small smile. “I know.”

She clenched her teeth to keep from saying something very unflattering about his mother. He must have seen her ire because his grin grew bigger. “You know when you look at me like that it makes me even harder. I like a little bit of defiance. Maybe if you’re a good girl I’ll let you try to wrestle me.”

“Maybe I’ll go in the bathroom and finish myself off,” she countered.

His gaze grew dark and she swallowed. “Do I have to put you in a chastity belt? Parade you around wearing only it so people can see how little self-control you have?”

“No,” she said with a rather unflattering squeak to her voice.

“Good.” He moved her off his lap and onto the bed and gestured to the dresser. “Ilyena and Catrin donated some clothes for you to wear until I can take you shopping.”

She bit her lower lip, still pissy from being denied. “Who was that man?”

“Why? Do you want to know who I let lick that hot, wet cunt of yours?”

Flushing, she looked at the floor. 

“I’m not going to tell you. I want you to look at every Master in this house and wonder which one offered me one hundred thousand dollars to fuck you.”

She gasped. “What?”

He sorted through the pile of clothes. “I told him no. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”

“He tried to buy me?”

Ivan shrugged. “You sold your sexual favors for money at the auction, so he assumed you were a professional prostitute, a, what do you Americans call them, an escort.”

The blasé way he said that sent a jagged shard of pain through her, and she suddenly wondered if he saw her as no more than a prostitute. His cell phone rang and he dug it out of his pocket. Without looking at her he answered it and strode over to the other side of the room, speaking in Russian again. She dashed away the tears falling down her cheeks, unbelievably hurt by his statement. She thought he cared about her. 

Without even looking she grabbed the soft gold cotton halter dress he’d selected for her and stomped off to the bathroom, glaring at him. Ivan was oblivious, his expression stern as he spoke rapidly into his cell phone. She managed to stifle her tears until she had the door closed behind her, then she sank to the cool tile floor and cried. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She’d been warned not to become too attached to whoever bought her, but damnit she thought they had something together. 

Obviously, she was wrong. It suddenly made sense to her why Ivan liked to share her so much. He wasn’t attached to her. To him she was only an object, a warm body to be used as he saw fit. She suddenly felt dirty and didn’t want to be here, at all. If it wasn’t for the money going to the shelter she would have walked out the door and demanded someone get her the fuck out of here.