Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (16 page)

He went back to the punching bag area and grabbed his large bottle of water. When he returned to Gia he handed it to her. “Drink.”

Giving him an unsure look, she did as he asked then handed the bottle back him. 

“What is your safe word?” 

“Damascus.”

“Use it only if you need to. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you’ll scream, begging me to stop. But I will not stop until you safeword out or I am satisfied. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her eyes wide as she watched him. After raising the weights on the machines to the point where she wouldn’t be able to lift them, he began to bind her to the piece of exercise equipment with the elastic exercise bands. Legs first, one on each ankle and one on each thigh. He checked the fit, making her move so he could be sure she wouldn’t be hurt. Then he tied a band around her stomach and the backrest of the chair. He debated for a moment tying her arms up as well, but she would need to hold onto him or the handgrips on the chair at some point if he did his job right.

Through it all, Gia watched him, but didn’t say anything. He liked the way her breathing sped and how her nipples grew into hard points beneath the thin material of her dress. Taking a deep breath, he tasted her arousal in the air and smiled. The little bit of cloth from the bottom of her skirt still covered her sex, but he could see how her inner thighs were slick with her arousal. 

After stripping off his shirt he gathered up a mound of folded white towels, then returned to her side and placed them beneath her.

“What are you doing?” He gave her a cold look and she quickly added, “Master.”

“You earned yourself another orgasm.”

She blinked at him. “Is that a punishment, Master?”

Tracing his fingers up the insides of her deliciously muscled thighs he nodded. “Yes it is,
milaya moya.
”

“What does that mean, Master?”

He crouched between her thighs and leaned over, placing a line of gentle kisses along her neck. “It means ‘my sweet’.”

The way she relaxed beneath his touch warmed his heart. “Thank you, Master. I think you’re sweet too.”

He laughed against the sensitive skin where the neck and shoulder meet. “Mmmmm, I’ll have to work on being a little more frightening with you, yes?”

She shook her head vigorously. “No, you’re plenty scary, Master.”

He rolled her skirt up so her mound was exposed. Spread open like this, her pussy made his mouth water. Cupping her sex, he whispered against her lips, “Whose pussy is this?”

She swallowed hard and her breath came out in a burst against his mouth. “Your pussy, Master.”

“That’s right.” He rubbed her sex and loved the way she shuddered. “Have you ever experienced female ejaculation, my Gia?”

“What is that?”

“It is what you Americans call squirting, I think.”

Her breath froze, then picked up again. “No, Master. There is a woman at my club who likes it, but I’ve never….”

“You’ve never what?”

“I’ve never trusted someone enough to do it to me. Some guys have tried but it didn’t work.” 

She tried to turn her head from his, but he gripped her chin and made her stay where she was, with their lips almost touching, breathing each other’s air. 

“It didn’t work because you didn’t trust them.” He grinned then nipped her lower lip. “We will not have that problem.”

She stiffened. “I’ll try, I promise I will, but please don’t be mad if I can’t.”

“We will also not have that problem. There is something between us that makes our connection the strongest I’ve ever experienced as a Master. Do you not feel it?”

She slowly nodded, their lips barely touching but feeling better to Ivan than some blow jobs he’d received. “Yes.”

“Then you will obey me, trust me, and I will tear you apart from the inside out until you are nothing but pleasure.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you if I can’t orgasm that way.”

“
Milaya moya
, if your body is not ready for it, I will not blame you. But if I see you fighting your release, I’ll be forced to go hard on you.” He pulled back enough to see her expression, intent on her reaction to his next words. “You don’t want that, Gia. I don’t think you can handle me full force yet.”

Her pupils dilated and she arched her back, silently offering herself to him even if she wasn’t consciously aware of it. He’d found that sometimes a submissive’s body reacted to what a woman truly wanted, even if her mind was fighting the idea. Evidently the idea of Ivan taking greater control aroused her. He wanted to remind her again about her safe word, but she was beginning to sink into subspace and he didn’t want to disturb that.

Having her mind and body focused on her pleasure would only make this more intense for her, and he wanted to be the best Master she’d ever had. 

Reaching between them he began to rub his finger up and down her slit, spreading her moisture, making her moan. She pulled against the restraints but they held. When he began to stroke her clit with his thumb her shudder made him grin. She smiled weakly back, then closed her eyes and moaned as he rubbed that sensitive nub a little harder.

“When I say bear down, I want you to push out like you are urinating. If you’ve seen a woman climax from a g-spot orgasm before you know it will merely be sugar water leaving you. A very sweet, delicious nectar I will love to clean off your swollen little pussy with my tongue.”

Bucking beneath his hand, she tried to get him to play harder as she moaned. Her eyes were closed and a lovely red flush spread over her chest. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, playing with the piercing through the cloth. Her pussy clenched beneath his hand and he gave her nipple a sharp nip, earning a shout then a moan as he slid his middle finger and ring finger into her waiting sheath.

He moved over to kiss the side of her breast, rousing her skin, flicking her clit with his thumb. She whimpered and he picked the spot for his first mark. No one would look at her body without knowing that she belonged to someone. He untied then tugged down the halter straps of her dress, bearing her pert little tits. After licking the stiff bud of her nipple, he kissed his way to the top curve of her breast. While he did this he began to massage her clit between two of his fingers. Then, after selecting the perfect spot for his brand, he bit her hard enough to leave a mark that would bruise up nicely. 

The guttural sound she made and the way her legs stiffened let him know how aroused she was. Without removing his fingers he moved around so he was standing next to her. While he wouldn’t mind her squirting on him, he found it fucking hot as hell to watch. His cock was an iron bar in his pants, and he would be shoving it into her eager little mouth by now, but if she came hard enough, she might bite him on accident.

Instead, he satisfied himself with having her nuzzle against his shaft with her lips and nose through his shorts. The way she rubbed her face against him reminded him of a kitten. His heart grew full and the connection between them deepened. He began to feel inside her slick channel, searching for the slightly rougher skin indicating the position of her g-spot. Inside that spongy mass was a small amount of fluid. If he stimulated her the right way, that spongy mass would fill with fluid until it had to be expelled. At that point, if the woman went with it and did what her body naturally wanted to do, she would orgasm hard. 

From what he’d been told, g-spot orgasms were very, very intense. Even better, a woman could have one after another, unlike clitoral orgasms where sometimes a woman was left so sensitive any stimulation became painful. He hoped he’d brought enough towels to clean up the mess he planned to make.

He began stroking that spot inside of her wet pussy with a hard, fast tapping motion. This wasn’t a gentle caress. This was finger fucking his woman into submission. Soon enough, she began to twist and moan, crying out and clutching at his shorts with one hand and the chair with the other. When she began to grunt and that special spot in her was ready, he quickly removed his hand and said, “Push out,
milaya moya
.”

She stiffened for a moment, and he was afraid she might have too much anxiety over the rush of fluid, so he pinched her clit and tugged. She came with a scream and her legs twitched in the restraints as she tried to move and pull away from the sensations. A small amount of clear fluid gushed from her and he reached down to rub his fingers through the warmth. For another good thirty seconds she continued to come as he played with her clit and pussy. Once she’d settled she looked up at him with an utterly amazed expression.

“Holy crap.”

“Again,” he said in a firm voice. “Play with your breasts.”

Her jaw dropped and she took a deep breath then nodded. She began to pinch and pull at her nipples as he slipped his hand back between her legs and into her eager cunt. Now that he knew what to look for, he swiftly brought her to orgasm. He wanted to rub his cock through the warm, sweet stream, but he wanted her begging him to stop. Something about forcing her to take him, making her come again even if she believed she couldn’t, flat out did it for him. Of course, if she safeworded out he’d stop, but up until that point, he would use her trust to take her places she’d never imagined. 

After giving her a few moments to recover, he checked her dazed expression and nodded. “Again.”

Before she could protest he finger fucked her hard enough to make her breasts shake. She came with a wail, writhing in her bonds and fighting the restraints. He placed his hand on her chest to hold her down because this wasn’t really bondage equipment and he didn’t want her getting hurt. She clutched his arm with both hands and her little nails dug into his skin as she continued to shake. 

She needed time to come down from the last one, so he kissed her long and deep, sucking her tongue into his mouth. The soft, slow way she kissed him back let him know exactly how dazed she was; he loved it, but he wanted more. 

His greed for her pleasure knew no bounds.

“Again.”

Her moan against his mouth was delicious and his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. “Noooo…”

He let her continue to hold his arm and grit his teeth as her nails dug into a new section of his skin. As aroused as he was, the pain only added a sharper edge to his pleasure and made him want to exert even more control over her. He leaned down and began to lick slowly at her clit and stroked her g-spot, making her twitch and moan. Her clit was as stiff as he’d ever seen it and it took less than fifteen seconds of fingering her to make her orgasm again. This time he had the pleasure of catching drops of the ejaculate on his tongue as he continued to manipulate her quivering clit.

She wailed and reached down, trying to pull his head from her, but he growled and bit her clit.

Her hands fell away to grab the handles attached to the chair and she began to beg him to stop in little, breathy, broken sentences. His balls were pulled up tight and the taste of her sweet juices had him mad for her. With another growl, he released her clit and stood, quickly toeing off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his shorts and underwear. His cock was so hard it stood past his belly button, a throbbing shaft of need.

His gaze zeroed in on her wet, sweet, swollen pussy and he lunged at her. Crouching between her legs, he placed the head of his cock against her slit. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Hold onto my shoulders.”

Sinking into her hot, tight depths was a pleasure like no other. While he invaded her body, she invaded his heart with her soft moans and the way she kept whispering his name. She was beautiful in her submission and the lovely little smile that indicated she was in her subspace curved her lips. He pushed in further and adjusted his angle. There was no way in hell he could resist the feeling of her tight pussy gripping him like a fist. He wanted at least one more orgasm out of her before he had his own climax.

Reaching between them, he began to manipulate her clit and she stiffened. “Too much!”

“No, it’s not. This is my pussy, Gia, and I say when it’s too much.”

She went limp and he had to brace her with his arm as he began to slam his cock into her with enough force that she gasped with every thrust. He slid in and out and his balls drew up tight. At this angle, it wasn’t hard to judge where her g-spot was and it wasn't long before he had her gearing up for another orgasm. 

“No, no, no, no,” she chanted even as her shoulders clutched him closer. “I can’t, not again.”

He didn’t even bother to answer, her body's response easily showing her lie. The way her cunt tightened, then softened along with her almost hysterical cries let him know it was time to pull out. As soon as he did she began to squirt all over his cock, bathing him in wet heat that had him orgasming with a roar. He stroked his dick and it felt so good to shoot his seed all over her pussy. He shoved himself back inside with a growl, and her hands dropped from his shoulders. She moaned and turned her head back and forth, her lower half twitching hard enough in the restraints that the weight lifting machine shook. 

As soon as he was able to move without his legs giving out under him, he slipped out of her. He had to grit his teeth at the overwhelming sensation of her slick pussy clutching at his shaft as if she wanted to keep him inside of her. The sounds she made were music to his soul, the whimpers and groans of a well-used submissive. He’d bet right now she’d totally forgiven him for his earlier blunder, and that made his heart lighter. 

He didn’t like that he’d inadvertently hurt her. He had to remind himself that women, especially submissives, had tender feelings that could be easily bruised. It looked like Gia, despite her naturally aggressive personality, had a very gentle heart. He’d have to make sure to give her lots of praise, although not so much that it lost any meaning, but enough that she would feel cherished…loved even.

He wanted to love her.

Dismissing that notion as an orgasm-induced thought, he freed Gia from her bonds. When he picked her up, she cried out as he gently put her on the ground and began to rub her stiff legs. Her muscles relaxed and she had one arm flung over her head, breathing deep enough that he wondered if she was asleep. Covering her with one of the towels, he quickly set about cleaning up their mess and spraying the equipment down.