Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (25 page)

She had to rely on his grip to steady her as she took him in her mouth, softly licking and teasing him the best she could. Soon, he was thrusting his hips into her wet heat and all she could do was take as much of him as possible. 

“Brace your hands on my thighs. I will be watching you. If you think you might pass out, I want you to squeeze my thighs three times. Do it now.”

She complied, unable to answer because right now she was teasing the slit of his dick with her tongue. The way he twitched and the throb of his shaft between her lips let her know he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed. Ivan had mastered his body to the point where nothing was revealed he didn’t want to show. But he couldn’t hide from her.

Giving him a wink, she flicked her tongue over the sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft. He chuckled and groaned, a smile breaking his mask of indifference and revealing the warm man beneath. “You are nothing but trouble. But you’re
my
trouble.”

She hummed in agreement then began to ease her way down his cock as far as she could. She didn’t get very far before she was choking. 

“Easy, Gia. This is a bad position for deep throating, especially since we’re in almost constant motion.” He gripped her by the hair and pulled her off his cock. “Besides, I’ve changed my mind. I want to fuck you. I want to use my pussy.”

She shuddered with need and her desire for him to be inside of her increased exponentially. “Yes, Master.”

“Turn around and scoot forward until you reach the other bench. Then bend over and flip up your skirt.”

Sweet anticipation hummed through her veins and she quickly did as he commanded, enjoying the feel of the cool air on the overheated skin of her ass. Eager for him, wanting him, she tilted her butt high and set her legs wide, making herself as available to him as she could. The smell of her musk flavored the air and Ivan let out a low groan.

“Mine.”

He palmed her ass and rubbed his hands over the still-tender surface. Sitting wasn’t comfortable for long periods of time, and she winced when he’d given her a gentle pat earlier. He dipped his fingers between her legs and grunted. “You are so wet, my Gia. I wish we had more time, but I’m going to have to fuck you hard and fast.”

“Yes, please, Master,” she said in such a sultry voice even she was surprised by it.

He slipped a finger between her soaking panties and her sex, moving the lace to the side instead of taking them completely off. A rush of chills raced over her at his touch and she moaned in anticipation. The fat head of his dick pressed against her sensitive entrance, and her body tried to suck him in. He began to push and gripped her hips, his fingers over her bruises, holding her tight enough to slightly hurt. Then, true to his word, he slammed into her and she screamed his name. He fucked her, hard and raw, until she came again and again. Each orgasm seemed to bind her closer to him, and by the fourth one, she was beyond spent. He rocked inside of her and growled low in his throat. “Suck me.”

Pulling out, he jerked her around by her hair and shoved his prick into her eager mouth. With a low moan she used her hands to jack him off as she sucked. It took less than a minute before he began to say something in Russian that sounded like it was probably really dirty as his dick jerked in the tight confines of her mouth. She took a deep breath through her nose and carefully swallowed as much of him as she could. 

The effect was instantaneous. He roared and began to come, the hot throbs of him in her throat making her reflexively swallow. It must have felt really good because, every time she did it, he made something close to a snarling sound. When she finally released him from her mouth she was gasping for breath and immensely proud of herself. 

They both leaned against the bench, panting and staring at each other. She began to giggle, then outright laugh. “This is insane!”

“What?”

More laughter spilled out as she tried to smooth her dress back in place and wondered if she should take off her ruined lace thong. At some point while he’d ravished her, he’d snapped one strap and the other had been stretched out. “This! I mean, look at us! Look at what we just did in a limo in the middle of Washington DC. You are such a bad influence.”

He gave her an amused smile. “I can’t even begin to tell you all the kinky things I want to do with you. All the places I want to take you, or all the people I want you to meet.” 

Zipping himself up, he sat back and motioned her forward. “Come here. I messed up your makeup.”

She groaned. “I need to stop wearing it around you. I just sweat it off.”

“True, but you know that makes me hard.”

Her giggles resurfaced as he carefully cleaned her face with a pristine handkerchief he took from his pocket. “Who carries around a hankie?”

“A hankie? What is a hankie?”

She touched the ultra-soft fabric he was using to clean her face. “This.”

He shrugged as he pulled her next to him and cuddled her close. Melting into him was easy, almost natural, like her body knew she had nothing to fear while in his arms and she could relax. Plus, four really good orgasms had left her feeling all giggly.

“There are many things about my culture that are different than yours.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Smiling he surprised her by kissing the tip of her nose. “Never worry about me being offended if you have a question. There is no such thing as a stupid question. My mother used to like to say that.”

The sparkle in his gaze dimmed and she felt his sorrow. It was like she was so attuned to him that his pain became her pain and her heart ached for him. “I’m sorry, Ivan.”

“For what?”

“That your mother passed away.”

He pulled her close and rested his head on hers. “I wish that my mother was still alive, that she could see all that I’ve done and accomplished.”

She sighed. “Me too. My mom would have loved to see me graduate from college. It had always been her dream for me.”

“When did your mother pass?”

“Four years ago. She was murdered.”

His arms tightened around her and his voice deepened. “What happened?”

“My father used to own a convenience store in a not so nice part of town in Atlanta, but it was all we had. When he passed, my mother kept it running, using the money to take care of me. It’s hard to explain, but our store was like a part of the neighborhood family. Not everyone living in the ghetto is bad. Some really good people got caught up in bad situations and others just couldn’t afford to move. My mom was a very kind woman, despite being clinically depressed. For her, working in the store was like visiting with extended family. There was always someone coming in to talk.” She let out a pained sigh. “After I moved out to go to college at the University of Georgia, things got worse back home. The economy went down the shitter, and people started to get real desperate. Our store was robbed at gunpoint three times before I could convince my mom to take the money she’d put away for college for me and buy one of those bulletproof glass booths. I’d rather work a second job and take out a bunch of student loans than think about her being held up.”

He stroked her back. “You are a good daughter.”

“Not good enough. She was still working there when a drug addict decided to rob it. She had all these security measures in place, but the robber took a hostage and threatened to shoot the guy unless she came out of her booth.” Staring out the window at the passing lights, she curved into Ivan. “The man he took hostage, Darshel, was a good family friend. My mom had known Darshel since he was six years old. A neighborhood kid who beat the system and became a police officer, Darshel would stop by while on duty and make sure my Mom was all right. She would have remained safe if she’d just stayed behind the glass.”

“Did Darshel perish as well?”

“No, but he’ll never walk without a limp. He got shot twice in the back and four times in the leg as he tried to overpower the robber.” She took a watery breath. “At least my mom didn’t suffer. She got shot in the head so her death was almost instantaneous.”

Ivan stiffened next to her. “The man who did this, is he in your American jail?”

She let out a watery sigh and brushed aside a tear. “Can I see your hankie again?”

He handed it to her without comment and began to stroke her back, and his touch comforted her immensely. Had she known being held like this could ease her grief, she could have saved herself a lot of heartache. Then again, she’d never felt this way about anyone, but Ivan. 

“Yeah, the guy’s in jail. Probably for the rest of his life.”

He studied her face in the shafts of light from passing stores and streetlights. “Do you wish he was dead?”

Blinking at him, she slowly shook her head. “No. God will take care of him in the end.”

“I can make him pay for what he did to you.”

The look in his eyes scared her a bit and she cupped his face with her hands. “Really, it’s okay. I’ve made peace with it and I know my mom wouldn’t want anything bad done in her name.”

The car pulled to a stop, and the side door opened a moment later. She stared out in confusion as a low, roaring sound filled the air. The scents of oil, gas, and something she couldn’t quite identify filled the car. Ivan wiped her face again and gave her a gentle kiss on her lips before he slid out of the limo and helped her out as well. She clenched her ass to keep the destroyed thong from falling down off her leg as she walked. 

Then she saw Ivan’s jet and her mouth dropped open.

Sleek, huge, and black with silver accents, the jet reeked of wealth and she glanced at Ivan as they walked. This wasn’t a small corporate jet, this monster was the size of a commercial liner. She knew Ivan was loaded, but seeing something like this put him into a whole new light and made her wonder once again what the hell he was doing with her. More than likely, they’d get over there and he’d be ready to move onto his next woman in a week’s time. Before she could get too embroiled in those negative thoughts, she had to navigate her way up the stairs to the entrance while trying to keep her underwear in place. 

By the time they reached the top she was clenching her ass with all her might. Ivan gave her an odd look, but the perky and smiling flight attendant waiting for them inside of the jet held a tray with two glasses of what looked like champagne. “Welcome, Mr. Eshov and Ms. Lopez.”

“Thank you,” Ivan said and took a glass before handing it to Gia. He looked back at the flight attendant. “I’d like a meal as soon as we are at cruising altitude. Nothing heavy.”

“Of course, sir.”

Ivan led Gia past crew berthing, through a door and further into the opulent interior of the plane. She let out a soft gasp as she took in how the top one percent flew. Two groups of sumptuous cream leather chairs with seat belts were arranged around ebony wood tables made up the front part of the passenger section. On either side of the plane there were couches big enough for five people to sit on and a wall of some kind of beautiful dark wood divided the room with a small door to one side. The majority of that wall was taken up by a huge flat screen TV and right now it was showing a map of the world with a small plane to indicate where they were currently located, their final destination, and how long it would take to get there.

She wandered towards the map and took a sip of her champagne before handing it to Ivan. “Hold this for a second, please.”

He did as she asked with a curious look, and after checking that no one was watching, she quickly took off her ruined thong and shoved it in his pocket. 

Grinning, he put his hand in the pocket with her panties. “How in the world did these not fall off already?”

“I have a strong butt,” she said with a slight flush as she took her drink.

He let out a little growly sound that made her all shivery. “That you do. Come, we need to be seated for takeoff.”

After pulling her over to the couch he sat and had her snuggle next to him as he belted her in. The flight attendant came back and asked if they would like a cashmere throw to keep them warm. Ivan nodded and soon Gia wasn’t only belted in, she was snuggled close. It was actually really nice to have him holding her. She didn’t like takeoffs and landings—they made her skin crawl. Normally she’d be on a regular plane and trying to disguise her panic, hoping the person sitting next to her didn’t hear her accelerated breathing. When Ivan felt the change he held her closer.

“Are you scared of flying?”

“No. I love flying. It’s the getting up and going down that I don’t like. It feels wrong to my body to go up and down so quick.”

The big engines hummed to life behind them, the vibration thrumming into her bones and ramping up her anxiety.

Trying to distract herself, she asked him a question. “Why do you want me to come with you, Ivan?”

He held her gaze and said something in Russian. She had no idea what it was, but the flight attendant approaching them stopped in her tracks and gaped at Ivan.

With a soft lurch, the jet began to move and she drew in a quick breath. “What did you just say? It better have been complimentary.”

His features started to close down but his eyes opened to her, letting her see the truth in his words. “I told you I was very glad you were coming with me, that I could not wait to show you my city and my life, and that you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I am blessed to have you with me.”

The engines started to ramp up and she clutched at his hand while the flight attendant went up front to the crew berthing after making sure they had everything they needed. The jet taxied to the runway and Gia tried to keep her anxiety under control. When the engines began to rev up and they moved forward she braced herself for the g-force, but Ivan held her tight and she barely shifted. Then that horrible, wonderful moment when the wheels left the ground and they were flying. For her, it was akin to magic and she let out a low breath.

“I’m very glad I came too. Even though I have no idea where we’re going.”

With a laugh he turned and pointed at the wall. “Just look at the image. It’s in both Cyrillic and English.”