Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (8 page)

Ivan stood and began to pace, unable to stand the need to touch his submissive. The way she quivered beneath the other woman’s ministrations goaded him on like a bull seeing red. He stalked up to the window and gripped his hands into fists as Catrin began to play with Gia’s nipples.

He groaned and turned to Nico. “I’m going in there.”

“Wait!” Alex stood and physically blocked his way to the door. “For the love of God, man, interrupting them would be a sin. At least let us see her climax first. That way you can go in and punish her while we fetch our unruly submissives.”

Ivan considered pushing him out of the way, but Nico spoke up from where he was still sitting. “Your beautiful girl looks like she’s about to come despite her best efforts.”

Alex and Ivan whipped around to face the window and made similar pained noises. Ilyena was busy thrusting her fingers in and out of Gia’s pussy hard enough to make the other woman’s breasts shake. Catrin had begun to toy with Gia’s piercings and Gia panted, her moans surrounding him and driving him beyond reason. 

Ilyena swept her hair to the side and leaned down, moving her head so the Masters watching could see her tonguing Gia’s aroused clit. The other woman seemed to enjoy Gia’s pussy because she leaned closer so she could get a better angle with her mouth while she fingered Gia. 

To Ivan’s right, Nico began to move restlessly in his chair. “Alex, I say we let our girls play together tonight after we punish them for making Ivan’s sub orgasm without his permission.”

Alex laughed, a dark rumble that didn’t bode well for Ilyena. “Agreed.”

Gia arched her back, thrusting her pert breasts into the air. She grasped Ilyena’s head and rocked her pelvis against the other woman’s face. Catrin gave both of Gia’s breasts a sharp pinch and Gia came with a wail, shivering and shaking as Ilyena continued to lick at her with wet, sucking sounds.

“Thank fuck,” Ivan breathed out a second before he practically dashed out the door. Alex and Nico followed him, the men saying something in voices too low for him to hear then laughing. He reached the door to the room Gia was in and took a deep breath. So much for taking it slow. He was going to go in there and fuck that beautiful woman until she screamed his name like a prayer.

Ivan jerked the door open and stepped inside before roaring in Russian, “What is going on in here!”

Chapter Four

Gia shrieked as an enraged Ivan burst through the doors like a demon breaking out of Hell, scaring the shit out of her. Ilyena and Catrin screamed as well and Gia tumbled off the table in her haste to get away from Ivan. Gone was the tender man who’d carried her into what amounted to her luxurious prison and in his place stood a big, pissed off Dom. There was no mistaking the proprietary way he looked at her, like he owned her. She cursed her body for finding that arousing even as she scrambled away from his wrath. 

He began yelling at the girls in Russian. Catrin wailed something back to him while Ilyena remained silent. Gia glanced at the open door and began to creep towards it, hoping maybe he’d be so busy yelling at the other woman that he wouldn’t notice she was gone. Then again, she was nude, in an unfamiliar place, in a mansion full of criminals. Who knew what one of them might do to her if they found her before Ivan did.

It might be better to stay here.

Two more men entered the room, on a very tall and handsome black man and the other an older gentleman with strong features and commanding eyes. They both snapped something at Ilyena and Catrin and the women hurried to kneel at the other men’s feet. As soon as Catrin and Ilyena knelt in front of the new Doms in a position similar to the one Gia had been taught for presenting herself to her Master, she knew those men must be Ilyena and Catrin’s Masters. 

The tall, black man grabbed fair-haired Catrin by the arm and jerked her to her feet. His full lips drew back in a snarl and Catrin began to cry. She said something to him, obviously begging, and he grabbed her around the throat, bringing her close for a very through, very passionate kiss. Then he released her and muttered something that had the pretty blonde whimpering.

Gia crouched next to the bed, wanting to crawl beneath it and hide, but at the same time fearful of what would happen to the other women. Even if they wouldn’t help her escape, they’d shown her nothing but kindness. Ilyena was being handled by her Master in a similar, rough fashion. Catrin’s Master had pulled her to her feet by her arm, while Ilyena was yanked up by her hair. Gia curled in closer on herself, frightened about what Ivan would do to her, but also terrified of what would happen to the other women. Ivan had joined the other men, ignoring Gia, and when he snapped at Catrin, the other woman choked back her sobs. 

Screwing up her courage, hoping someone would hear her over the shouting and crying, Gia said, “Please, Master Ivan, they did nothing wrong.”

Ivan turned towards her and glared. “Did you have an orgasm?”

“What?” She tried to think if he’d been in the room when she’d reached her peak, but her eyes had been tightly shut at the time, and the only thing she’d been paying attention to was the way Catrin and Ilyena worked her into a frenzy. “How did you know?”

Ivan jerked his chin towards the mirrored wall. “I was watching you.”

The man with the commanding eyes said something to Ivan, and all three men laughed. Ivan moved closer, looking down where she cowered. Damn it all, of course he wouldn’t have left her alone. She’d noticed the huge mirror when she first entered the room but, due to the positioning of the bed, she thought it was for people to watch themselves while having sex. It never occurred to her Ivan would violate her privacy like that. However, as a prisoner, she probably didn’t have any right to expect any kind of privacy.

The two men and their very subdued submissives left the room, and Gia crossed her arms over her chest, the pleasant rush of her orgasm destroyed by Ivan’s yelling. As irrational as it was, she felt violated by him spying on her. In a way, she’d trusted him, and he’d betrayed that trust. She stood, jerked the blanket off the bed and covered herself with it.

With a deep chuckle, Ivan took another step closer and she backed up, trying to keep her chin held high. “I don’t appreciate you spying on me.”

A smile twitched the corner of his firm lips, but his eyes darkened as he slowly looked her over from head to toe. “Until your ransom is paid, you belong to me. You are mine to protect, mine to pleasure, and all of your cries of passion belong only to me.” He moved closer still until his energy trembled over her skin like a warm breeze. “You knew having an orgasm without my permission would lead to a punishment. I would hate to disappoint you.”

Swallowing hard, she fought the tightness of her throat. “You don’t own me. You’ve kidnapped me.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Gia. Either you come take your spanking like a good little girl, or I will be forced to take you downstairs and allow every Master in this house to have a turn spanking that pretty bottom of yours. Considering we have a number of sadists in residence, you would be wise to stop defying me.”

The thought of strangers beating her, touching her, hitting her made her ill. Ivan waited patiently, his gaze never leaving her face. From the way he sat, the shirt he wore stretched over his wide shoulders, and she wondered if he had to have his shirts custom made in order to accommodate his big, bull neck. Looking down at his equally big hands, she tried to still the shudder of apprehension, and desire. Later, when she escaped or was finally ransomed, she’d have to see a therapist to deal with these conflicted feelings. For now, she wanted to stay alive and unharmed. 

“Promise you won’t hurt me?” 

Shit, she hated the tremble in her voice, but the reality was that Ivan could do anything to her he wanted. The weight of that knowledge settled in and started a low, warm burn in her belly. The fact that she found this situation arousing only deepened her self-disgust. She’d heard of Stockholm Syndrome, where the captive begins to develop positive feelings for their captors, even falling in love, but she never thought it could happen to her. While she didn’t love Ivan, she was deeply attracted to him and his total domination of her.

His gaze softened and he motioned to her. “My Gia, there will be discomfort, even pain. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a punishment, but it won’t be more than you can take. Now, come here before I make you wear weighted clamps on your nipples while I play with a magnet.”

Hesitantly, she did as instructed. He had to pull the blanket from her hands, revealing her body to him an inch at a time. Once she was fully naked, he let out a low growl of pleasure and tugged her closer until she stood in the cradle of his heavily muscled thighs. He ran his hands down her hips before cupping her bottom, his grips almost big enough to cover the entire area of her ass.

“I don’t know who trained you or how you were trained but, for me, when it is time for punishment, you will beg for it.”

She stared at him. “You want me to beg you to spank me?”

He didn’t say anything, just locked his gaze with hers. She saw no mercy, no pity in the shimmering blue depths of his eyes. She shivered at the raw, barely contained desire reflecting back at her. Even without the restless way his hands massaged her bottom she could feel his need for her, yet he wasn’t throwing her over the bed and fucking her. Instead, he was making her connect with him, like a good Dom would, and that scared her. Whoever Ivan was, he obviously knew his way around a submissive’s mind and heart. 

Unable to face his gaze, she looked away. “Please spank me, Master.”

He laughed and leaned forward until his breath warmed her nipple. “You can do better than that.”

The all too pleasant warm rush of his heated breath on her tender bud made her wish he’d close the distance between them and put his mouth on her breast. She knew better than to move forward so his lips touched her flesh, but she was tempted. With a low growl, he briefly caressed the areola of her breast with his tongue, sending bright sparks of pleasure through her, making her greedy for more. 

“Please, Master, spank me for coming without your permission. I’ve been a bad girl.” She licked her lower lip and loved the way his jaw tightened at the sight of her tongue. 

He swallowed hard then said in a tight voice, “That’s more like it.” 

He placed his lips over the tip of her breast and gently suckled her nipple, playing with the gold barbell piercing until she had to grab onto his shoulders for support. God, he was so strong. The muscles beneath her hands were rock hard slabs, highlighting his power over her. He switched to her other breast, and seemingly of their own accord, her hands moved to the back of his head, gently caressing the almost smooth skin of the back of his skull before playing with the longer strands on top. Her confused emotions swung between fear, self-disgust, and a pussy-clenching need for his touch. 

Letting go of her now stiff nipple with a pop, he pushed her back a step. “Come on,
malyshka
, it is time for you to take your punishment.”

He helped her lay over his lap, adjusting her until her toes barely skimmed the floor and she was balancing most of her weight on her palms. He spread his legs wider, giving her a better base of support and pressing his cock against her stomach. She almost moaned at the sensation of his erection beneath her and the knowledge she was turning him on. Then shame set in as she realized she truly wanted to please him, wanted him to punish her so she could make up for her lack of control. She was a submissive down to the very marrow of her bones, and she was helpless against her desire to please the man she thought of more as her Master than her captor.

He stroked her back, murmuring something in Russian that sounded complimentary by his tone. Her skin was still slick from the oil and she hoped that would somehow lessen the impact of the spanking. Then again, a small, dirty part of her wanted it to hurt, wanted him to exert his dominance over her further. It wasn’t really her fault he turned her on. He knew exactly how to play her body and she had no choice but to endure the intense sensations. 

The rough, utterly masculine quality of his touch across her bottom had her arching into his hand. She needed to let go of herself, to let her body lead her. Fighting him wouldn’t stop him from doing anything. He was going to use her as he wished.

To her shock, he swept one of his thick, rough fingers between the folds of her sex, gathering her arousal and spreading it around her labia. She tried to hold still, to not let him know how much he was affecting her. Unfortunately, her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and her hips tilted into his touch, giving him better access.

“Ahh,
moya sladkaya
, you are so wet for me. I want to drink this sweet honey and make you give me more.” 

He found the bump of her clit and began to rub that oh so tender bit of flesh in a way that had her toes curling. Passion burned through her, pushing away her fears and doubts and replacing them with the need to please her Master. Shifting beneath her, he thrust the thumb of his free hand into her mouth.

“Suck.”

Eagerly opening for him, hoping that if she pleased him he’d let her come and forget about the spanking, she did as he said and groaned at the taste of his skin. To her dismay, he removed his other hand from her swollen sex and rubbed her ass. Goosebumps rose along her back and she drew in a deep breath through her nose, surrounded by his smell and taste.

The first smack caught her unaware, and she jerked her head away from his thumb with a sharp gasp. While she was sure he hadn’t hit her with all his strength, it fucking hurt! He shoved his thumb back into her mouth, and she had to suck or choke. Another slap, this time on her right cheek.

“I love to watch your ass dance beneath my touch, Gia. Almost as much as I love how wet you are for me. Now be a good girl and keep sucking while I administer your punishment.”

She nodded and moaned low in her throat as he used the hand against her face to cup her chin and support her head. While she licked at his thumb he used his fingers to delicately caress her chin and jaw, a devastatingly gentle touch when compared to the harsh slap of his hand against her ass. Pain began to radiate through her bottom as he slapped her again and again, taking up no particular rhythm and leaving her constantly anticipating the smack of his hand.