Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (27 page)

He stiffened and shoved himself inside of her with a low grunt that vibrated through his body into hers. She swore she was so sensitive to him she could feel the hot pulse of his release deep within her. He held her closer, running his hands over her body as his hips finally stilled. They were both damp with sweat and Gia didn’t want him to leave her body yet.

“Cuddle me, please.”

“There is nothing I would rather do. Sleep,
moya lyubov'
.”

He twitched every time her pussy gave an involuntary pulse and she let out a contented sigh. 

Gia tried to keep from noticing how people stared at them as she and Ivan walked through Moscow's Sheremetyvo Airport with his entourage in tow. Instead of his comfortable traveling clothes, he now wore a smart black suit with a blue and green tie that made his turquoise eyes stand out. Gia was similarly dressed in an elegant black skirt and shimmering pale yellow top cut to accentuate her toned arms, now adored with matching gold bracelets that resembled BDSM cuffs. When Ivan put them on her he made a little growling noise that made her laugh. She discovered that when Ivan was alone with her, he was playful and open with his affection, but when they were around others, he almost always kept his cold, commanding mask in place.

And he was certainly doing that silent ‘You don’t want to fuck with me’ thing right now. He radiated confidence and strode through the airport like he owned it, but he was constantly sneaking glances at her. Their eyes would meet and his gaze would warm before he turned off his emotions again and looked away. She found his confidence compelling and very sexy.  

Gia smiled at a pair of cute little girls as they passed, and their mother frowned at her and gave her a suspicious look. She squeezed Ivan’s hand. “Why do people give me weird looks when I smile at them?”

“It’s a cultural thing.” They walked past a group of Chinese tourists and Gia smiled as they parted for Ivan to pass. “The Russian people do not smile as easily as in America. Russians tend to distrust people who smile too much. They think anyone who smiles that much is fake, or what you call a phony. Like your smiling used car salesmen.”

She stopped smiling right away and looked up anxiously at him as they took an escalator. “I don’t know if I can stop smiling at people. It’s so much a part of who I am. I mean I don’t think about smiling, I just do it.”

“Do not worry. Give people a chance to get to know you and they will see what I already know.”

“What’s that?”

He looked down at her then rubbed his thumb over her hand. “That you have a beautiful soul.”

She was surprised when she didn’t melt into a puddle of goo and ooze through the grates of the escalator.  

The rest of their trip through the airport passed by in a haze as she floated along next to him. He was so sweet and sincere, but only with her. To everyone else he was intimidating or downright scary. When a man had accidentally bumped Gia Ivan glared at him and that had the poor guy dropping his gaze and moving so quickly away from them he almost ran.

When they reached the baggage area they met up with two big, hulking, men who silently screamed hired muscle. She wasn’t the least bit surprised when she found out they were Ivan’s bodyguards. The men spoke halting English, but they treated her with great respect and deference. After their luggage had been collected they’d gone outside and Gia found a silver Rolls Royce sedan waiting for them and another bodyguard who would sit up front with the driver. The other two would follow in the black SUV.

All three men were huge, and she tried not to stare at them. 

She slipped her hand into Ivan’s as he spoke with his bodyguards in Russian. People were openly gawking at them now and she subtly tried to check her outfit to make sure she was appropriately covered.  Everything looked in place and her kick ass black and gold wedge heels by Ruthie Davis didn’t have any toilet paper stuck to them.

Ivan looked down at her and she motioned for him to come closer. “Why are people staring at us?”

“Because I am well-known in Moscow.”

She gave one of the women watching a hesitant smile and received nothing in return. 

Ivan gently tugged at her hand and escorted her into the waiting car. As she sat back in the lush interior, she looked out the window at the traffic. It was early evening in Moscow and as they left the airport, she turned to the window and eagerly looked around. In all the chaos of getting here, she hadn’t really considered how excited she was to just be here. Moscow was one of the best cities in the world and she couldn’t wait to explore it with Ivan...and his bodyguards.

“Why do you need so many bodyguards?”

Ivan shrugged. “Normally, I only have one, but I wanted extra security for you.”

“I’m not sure if that’s sweet or scary.” She settled back into her seat and turned to face him. “Are people trying to hurt you?”

He tapped his finger against the side of the door, his gaze distant. “Russia is different from the United States, and far older. We do things differently. Bribing and embezzlement are part of my culture.”

She blinked at him. “Do you bribe people?”

“Of course. I paid a bribe yesterday to a building official to make sure our permit gets done in a timely manner. Like I said, it is standard business.”

“That’s…different. Anything else I should know?”

“My people may be slow to warm to you. Do not be offended if they appear a bit cold and standoffish. Also, trust your bodyguards before you trust the police and never leave the house without them or your passport.”

“Why?”

“Kidnapping is not unknown and I would be surprised if your picture with me at the airport is not already in the gossip pages on the Internet. Plus, you are required to carry your papers with you at all times or face arrest.”

“Oh.” 

She really wasn’t sure if she liked that. She was a private person by nature and the thought of so many strangers looking at her made her skin itch. Unease clenched her stomach and she looked through the raised glass partition at the front of the car. “So they have to go everywhere with us?”

“In public, yes. You will not always see them, but they will be there.”

“What about in your home?”

“My buildings are very, very secure. There is no need for them to guard me in any of my homes.” He held her closer to him. “I do not like you so far away from me. Why do you seem sad?”

“I’m not sad, I’m just…overwhelmed. This is a lot to take in.”

Ivan’s cell phone began to play a melody from his pocket. He pulled it out and began to speaking in Russian while cuddling her close to him on the seat. That was another thing that bugged her, she didn’t know what people were saying. Maybe she should take Ivan up on his Russian tutor offer. 

When he hung up he stroked her cheek. “Why don’t we stay in tonight? Your jet lag will be catching up with you soon and I want you to feel rested. You can nap while I go to work.”

“You have to work today?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I wish I didn’t but there are things I must attend to.”

She understood, she really did, but at the same time she felt a pang of loneliness. “Okay.”

“There is food prepared by my chef in the refrigerator if you are hungry. If you need anything I’m leaving my numbers with you. I will also secure your own phone and bring it home with me.”

“I’ll miss you.”

He cupped her face in one hand and kissed her. “I will miss you as well. Though I admit it is nicer than I had imagined to know you will be waiting for me when I get home.”

She kissed him back and nuzzled his neck with her nose, a warm glow filling her at the sincerity of his words. The car stopped in front of an impressive building with matching door guards out front. As they approached the car Ivan caressed her cheek. “Welcome to our home, my Gia.”

After settling in and doing a cursory exploration of Ivan’s fabulous four bedroom six bath apartment she wandered back into his bedroom, no,
their
bedroom. Ivan had cleared out close to half his enormous walk in closet for her and had it stocked with more beautiful outfits than she’d ever seen in her life. He’d also bought her over a dozen pairs of shoes, including some hot pink running sneakers and a couple pairs of comfortable walking sandals and loafers. 

When she opened the lingerie drawer her whole body clenched with hot desire at the sight of all the feminine, silky garments he’d bought her. Now she dug through the drawer below it, the one filled with elegant silk nightgowns and sleep sets. She picked out a pale blue nightgown with spaghetti straps and slits up both legs. It slid over her body like a dream and she sighed at the caress of expensive silk over her skin.

Turning to look in the mirror in Ivan’s closet, she almost didn’t recognize herself. Her eyes sparkled and her lips were still kiss swollen from Ivan’s adoration. The nightgown fit her like it had been made for her. Even though pale blue wasn’t a color she usually wore, she had to admit it looked great on her. A little bit of lace across the bodice sparkled with some kind of silver thread, and another section of lace graced the bottom of the nightgown. It was so pretty she almost hated sleeping in it.

She left the closet moved across the hushed quiet of Ivan’s bedroom, admiring the massive Persian carpet that took up much of the room. She’d drew back the thick gold velvet curtains giving her just enough light to see by as she climbed across the broad expanse of his bed. This room smelled like him, and she wondered if this was his main home. As she pulled the embroidered burgundy comforter over her body, she sighed at the smooth feel of the sheets and the softness of her pillows. While the mattress was a little bit firmer than she was used to, it was also extremely comfortable.

She had no idea how long she’d been asleep before Ivan’s body curled around hers. He was nude, and aroused, but when she went to turn in his arms he held her tight and whispered, “Go back to sleep, my Gia.”

With his warmth enveloping her she drifted in his firm embrace, the feeling of safety and contentment dragging her into unconsciousness.

When she woke next it was still dark outside. She glanced at the little digital clock and read that it was four-thirty in the morning and she couldn’t go back to sleep. Ivan was completely out next to her so she scooted from the bed and donned her robe. Her stomach growled and she decided to see what Ivan had to eat in his modern and massive kitchen. She finally figured out how to use Ivan’s microwave and heated up the little pitcher of maple syrup to go on some pancakes she found in the warming box. There was a silver dish of sliced strawberries in the fridge and even a little mesh bag full of powdered sugar to sprinkle on top.

Thankfully, Ivan had a single cup coffee maker that she could figure out. Two cups later, she was antsy as she watched the sunrise over Moscow ten stories below from Ivan’s living room. Normally, she went for a run in the morning and the urge to move filled her. She wondered if Ivan included running clothes in addition to the hot pink running shoes she’d seen in his closet. Moving as silently as she could, she made her way to the bedroom closet and started looking through the drawers for some running gear.

“Good morning, my Gia.”

She turned to find Ivan standing in the doorway, fully nude, aroused and completely unashamed. It took her a few seconds to look away from his thick shaft, up the rippled muscles of his abdomen, and then to his amused gaze. 

“Morning. I was going to go for a run.” Her voice came out low and husky and Ivan’s lips curved into a grin.

“Give me a minute and I will join you, if you don’t mind.”

Looking at his perfectly toned and muscular body she tried not to drool. “Okay. You need some help with that?”

He looked down at his erection and grinned. “I do, but first, I want to show you some of the city. As tempting as it is to keep you permanently in my bed, you need to see what Moscow has to offer. Just keep in mind this is not the United States. If you can accept Russia for what it is, you will begin to love it as much as I do.”

She pursed her lips while she made sure her socks were on right. “That makes sense. I mean if I expect people to respect my culture while visiting America I should do the same.”

His voice held a great deal of warmth as he said, “Exactly.”

She grabbed her clothes and quickly changed into them, trying to keep her tongue in her mouth as Ivan strode out in a pair of black sweatpants and a dark blue tank t-shirt with something written on it Cyrillic. He placed a quick call, then began to stretch out. The smooth flow of his muscles, the delicious curve of his ass as he bent over made her want to take a bite out of him in the worst way.

Trying to distract herself, she began to stretch out as well. “How do you stay in such great shape?”

He grinned at her and flexed, obviously showing off. It was such a male thing to do and she tried to keep from giggling. “When I was younger I was in the Russian military. I started boxing for them and continued as a professional fighter after I got out.”

“Were you good?”

“I was very good.” He gave her a pleased smile. “Enough that after three years of fighting I retired and bought my first six properties.”

Well, that explained the broken nose and other injuries she’d noticed on him. It also explained the way he was beating the hell out of those weighted bags back at the lodge. A pang of homesickness ran through her and she sighed as she bounced on her toes. She usually ran on the long boardwalk along the ocean and she missed her sunrise run and the smell of the surf. It was comfortable, familiar, and safe. 

Ivan led her down to the main floor of the building where they met up with two bodyguards, also dressed up in workout gear. They kept their expressions impassive and she almost felt as if two statues were guarding her.  After conferring briefly with them, Ivan turned to her. 

“We are going to go running along the Moscow River.”

“Sounds good to me.”

After a short car ride through some of the craziest traffic she’d ever seen and through and around numerous pedestrians, she found herself running beside Ivan past some beautiful buildings alongside the river. The sun had begun to rise and the evening chill was receding. It took them a bit to coordinate their running styles, but once they got their rhythm down she lost herself in the first burn of her muscles waking up, the scent of the river, and Ivan running next to her.