Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) (11 page)

“Your throat sounds dry, let me get you some water.”

She wanted to kick him in the nuts and cover him with kisses at the same time. Most of all, she was immensely relieved to know she wasn’t going to die and wasn’t losing her mind by falling for her captor. When he lifted her gently to help her drink, she could see the guilt and regret in his gaze.

After she was done, he recapped the bottle and helped her turn in the tight bag so her icy back was to his front. When she pressed her cold butt against his groin he yelped. “Shit!”

He brushed her hair to the side and began to kiss her icy ear, slowly warming it with his lips and breath. “I’m so sorry, Gia. I will return you immediately and pay for any therapy you need. I cannot begin to tell you how ashamed I am of myself and my actions. To know that I caused you fear is intolerable to me.”

The way he rubbed his hand over her hip combined with his lips on her skin started a burning warmth of another nature. Fifteen minutes ago she’d been sure she was going to die alone out here, and now she had this big, gloriously warm male touching her with such tenderness. When her shivers subsided and heat continued to build within the bag, she finally let out a long sigh.

“I’m hungry.”

He sat up, being careful to not let the heat escape from the bag. Now that her brain had thawed she watched him as he dug through the pack. He really was a handsome man, if in an unconventional way. While she was still pissed at him, she also felt bad for Ivan. He obviously felt terrible that he hadn’t figured out she really didn’t know what was going on. When he handed her the energy bar she quickly ate it and washed it down with big gulps of water. The air outside the bag was frigid so she quickly snuggled up to Ivan.

“They will find us soon,” he said in a low voice against the top of her head. “The helicopter is looking for me and it will see my flashlight shining through the trees.”

Rubbing her face against the soft fur of his chest hair, she wrapped her arms around him as best she could. “I’m so happy you’re not a criminal.”

He stiffened, then laughed and relaxed against her. “Me too.”

“Did you really not know I wasn’t aware this was a fake kidnapping?”

He shook his head, the movement rubbing his face against her hair. “I thought you were a very good actress. Though I’m glad to say I know your climaxes weren’t fake.”

The way she’d orgasmed over and over for him, doing anything he wanted, giving herself to him made her sex contract. He smelled so good and he’d rescued her. She was going to live. That probably deserved some type of reward.

Moving her arm down his torso, she let her fingertips trace the firm sections of his muscles and marveled at how little body fat he had. When she reached the indentation of his belly button he grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”

In response, she moved her head until she could rub her lips over one of his hard nipples. “I’m thanking you.”

“No, it is not necessary.” She used her other hand reach between them and cup his increasingly hard cock in her fist. He groaned then said, “Please, Gia, you don’t have to do this. I don’t deserve it. I’m a bastard.”

She slung her leg over his hip and he tried to turn away from her, but that only made her roll on top of him. A cold breeze drifted into the bag and she leaned down closer to his body. In the weird half-light from the flashlight he watched her with narrowed eyes, but didn’t try to move her body off of his. 

The hot shaft of his erection rubbed against her butt cheeks and when she wiggled he groaned. “Gia, please…”

“Please what, Master,” she whispered against his lips. 

He startled, then ran his thumb over her cheek, “I don’t deserve you, but I don’t care. You are mine.”

With that, he captured her lips in a kiss that had her panting against him. With a shift of her hips she trapped his erection between the solid muscle of his lower abdominals and her aching pussy. Her slit was wet enough that when she slid up his shaft to where it ended just past his belly button it was a wet and smooth glide. The sensation of his thick cock splitting her labia had her moaning low in her throat.

“You have such a wet, tight little pussy. I want my cock in it, now. Grip me in your fist then slowly lower yourself onto me.”

The guttural tone in which he made his request had her whimpering as she reached between them. The steely length of his cock pulsed in her fist and she placed him at the entrance to her sheath. The broad head of his dick stretched her and she bit her lower lip, struggling to keep from slamming herself down on him. She was ravenous for him to fill her, to fuck her, to make her come hard and long as only he could do. For a while there she thought she’d never get to feel his touch ever again.

“Look at me,” he growled.

She met his gaze and shivered as she slowly slid down his length. The strength in his eyes kept her mind from returning to dark thoughts and she blinked back tears. 

He cupped her face and swept her cheeks with his thumbs. “
Lyubov moya
, why are you crying?”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

An incredibly tender look entered his gaze and she melted inside. “Then let me remind you that you are very alive.”

With a low grunt he slammed her down onto his cock and rocked her clit against his lower abdominals, which were clenched deliciously hard. A surprisingly quick orgasm almost overtook her, but she managed to hold it back and squeezed his cock inside of her as hard as she could. He groaned and gripped her ass with both hands, rocking her pelvis against him. “Fucking tight pussy, my pussy.”

Her reply died as he tilted her hips and began to drive into her, each thrust stretched her sheath jolting his pelvis against her clit. The way he moved, the way he rocked against her had her scrambling to hold onto his broad shoulders. He grunted as he rammed into her, the bestial sound driving her higher until she was screaming out his name. 

“Come for me, my Gia.”

Every muscle in her body locked up and she could only keen softly at the pleasure saturating her body. Her pussy milked Ivan’s cock as he slowly moved inside of her now, delicious drags that seemed to match perfectly with the fading contractions of her orgasm. Once she’d stopped twitching he shifted his hips and sat up the slightest bit, making the angle perfect for him to work her clit. She groaned as he coaxed her arousal back to life. He said something in Russian that sounded intense and passionate. When she managed to open her eyes past the sensations suffusing her she studied Ivan as he touched her. He had his eyes closed and his jaw was clenched tight. She began to move faster on him and he groaned, giving this sexy jerk of his head before opening his eyes. When he saw her looking at him he gave her a small smile.

“My Gia.”

“My Master.”

“Say that again.”

“You are my Master.”  

He pulled her down until there wasn’t an inch of space between them and wrapped his arms around her tight enough that she couldn’t move. Not that she really cared at this point. Right now her mind floated in soft darkness, the strong beat of Ivan’s heart beneath her palm reassuring her that she was safe and with a man who would do anything to keep it that way. The heat they generated together had her sweating and their skin slid as he took her. That’s what he was doing. He wasn’t having sex with her, or making love, or even fucking her. He was taking her like she was his.

 Hard, slamming thrusts had her shaking as her overwrought body tried to absorb all the sensations rolling through her. A moment later he lifted her off of him with ease then rubbed the slit of her pussy along his cock as he came. The warmth of his seed against her skin made her moan and she shuddered when he ran the tip of his cock over her sensitized clit. She wished he’d come inside her, they both had sparkling clean health records and she was on a hormone shot to prevent pregnancy, but she also liked the way his seed seemed to mark her as his.

Not saying anything, he grabbed the shirt she’d worn when she escaped and gently cleaned them both. She was so warm now she was sweating so when the bag let out some of the heat as he repositioned her on her side and curled around her back, she let out a long, low sigh. She had food in her belly, warmth all around her, and the ever so pleasant full body hum of a really good orgasm. 

Ivan kissed the back of her neck. “I was so worried about you.”

She snuggled closer, suddenly very tired. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it is my fault. I meant what I said, Gia. I will send you home as soon as we get back and will make sure you have everything you need to get over what I did to you.”

The sorrow in his voice hurt her heart. “Hey now. Let’s not rush things. So maybe you scared me a little, okay a lot, but it was also an amazing experience. Now that I know you’re not some sleazebag I’d really like to stay the rest of the week with you.”

He turned her so he could study his face, whatever he found there seemed to satisfy him. “You’re not afraid of me.”

“No.”

“But you were before.”

“Yes.”

Letting out a heavy sigh he cradled her face with his big hands. “I will make this up to you. I swear it.”

“Well, now that I know you’re not going to kill me or cut off my ear in order to get ransom money, I have to admit, being held hostage by you was hot.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Mmm hmmm.”

His cock stiffened against her thigh and she wondered if he was even human. “What did you like?”

She shivered, memories of all the erotic things they’d done together blending through her mind until arousal spread through her in a slow, delicious wave of sensation. “Everything.”

He laughed. “We still have so many of your fantasies to attend to.”

“As long as you’re with me, Master, I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”

He got an evil glint in his eye then he spoke in such a seductive tone that a nun would have thrown her panties at him. “Do you want me to push you?”

Slowly she nodded as her whole body burst into flames. “Just not my hard limits stuff, okay?”

The way he licked his lips made her press her hips against him with a moan. “Of course. You had a very, very long list of things you wanted to do, my beautiful girl.”

As she thought back on her list she flushed and looked at his chest, then began to play with his chest hair as she said, “I’ve lived a sheltered life.”

His startled laugh made her giggle and then they were almost gasping with laughter. 

She looked up at him and attempted to speak. “You have no idea how fucked up this day has been for me. I mean, you fucking kidnapped me!”

“Evidently I did too good of a job,” he replied with a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”

Placing her hand over his mouth, she shook her head. “Save it, okay.”

He nipped her fingers hard enough she had to move her hand or lose some skin. “You do not get to tell me what to do, girl.”

It was hard to glare at him when she was naked and draped over him like a blanket, but she gave it her best shot. “Uh-uh, doesn’t work like that. If, for any reason, I see you doing something I know is hurting you, I can tell you to stop being silly.”

His eyes sparkled, but he didn’t smile. “I am not silly. Terrifying, yes, intimidating, yes, a boxing champion, yes, but silly…never.”

Sure now that he was teasing her, she grinned down at him. “You know, when you’re not being terrifying you are really nice.”

A pleased sound rumbled through his chest and straight into her heart, and other naughtier places. “Baby, I can be plenty mean.”

To emphasize the point, he grabbed her ass and dug in with his fingers, sending sparks of fierce desire through her blood. His grip was so possessive and it reminded her of how big he was. How strong…holy hell he was the hottest man she’d ever had the pleasure of even seeing, let alone being with. 

Overcome with emotion and lust, she leaned over and gently kissed along his scar, working her way from his cheek to his lips. His hands gentled, but he began to play with the crack of her ass in a way that let her know he was thinking about playing with other more…forbidden places on her body. The thought of him breaking her in, of taking her ass, made her very, very wet.

“How did you get this scar?”

“Knife fight when I was seventeen.”

“Yikes.”

“I’m not sure what that word means, but I will assume you are startled. I was a stupid, arrogant boy who thought because he had hair on his balls he was a man.”

“I can’t imagine you that young. So what happened?”

“After a night of drinking I picked a fight with the wrong man. I was with my Uncle and he let me get my ass beat.”

“What? Why would he do that?”

“Because I deserved it. I was being an arrogant loudmouth with an attitude I hadn’t earned. If my uncle saved me he’d only be encouraging that behavior.”

She stroked her finger over the scar. “But you could have been killed.”

“I got accidentally punched through a window.”

“How does that happen?”

“He punched me, and because I was so drunk I didn’t fall like a normal person, but stumbled right through a window.” He shook his head and she could see that he found the memory funny. “When my mother came to the hospital she took one look at me and told me that I had to keep this scar for the rest of my life to remind me every time I look in the mirror what an idiot I am. It worked and to this day I wake up every morning and the scar keeps me humble.”

Laughing, she rubbed her thumb over the scar tissue on her chin. “Humble? Are you sure that’s the right word?”

With a growl he turned and nipped her arm hard enough to leave marks. “You are a brat just begging for a punishment.”

Giving him wide, innocent eyes she fluttered her lashes at him. “What are you talking about, Master?”

“Minx.” Reaching between them, he began to twist and pull her nipples. “You like it rough. Just a little bit of pain and tension. Too much and you’ll go cold, but just right and it will make you drip onto my cock, like you’re doing now.”

Embarrassment warred with desire and her inner slut won this round. She arched her butt into his hand, wishing he’d slide his fingers from her ass to her pussy. Fuck, she was like a cat in heat around him. They’d been together all of one day and she’d had sex with him five, no wait, six times? He must be dehydrated. Then he pressed his thumb against her anus and she froze, grateful for any touch at this point even if it wasn’t quite where she wanted it.