Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online Page A

daring to touch what is mine.”
    Her response was lost as Dimitri knelt between her legs, moving the spreader bar so her feet sat on his thighs as he leaned forward. She watched, unable to look away, as his masked face hovered over her needy sex. He took in an audible breath and groaned before giving her labia a gentle lick, sliding his tongue between her nether lips with a skill that made her toes curl.
    “Put your head back on my shoulder. I want to watch you.”
    Not liking how exposed the position made her, she turned her head away from him and hoped he wouldn’t say anything. With a soft chuckle he grabbed her braid and forced her to look back. The position he put her in strained her neck but Dimitri was rubbing his thumb up and down the slit of her sex, following the motion with his tongue and the sensation stole her thoughts. The contrast of the rough skin of his hand and the slick caress of his mouth had her body already hovering on the edge of an orgasm.
    Ivan looked her over slowly, studying her eyes, her mouth, and her chest. His gaze went lower, and she looked down as well, wondering if the sight of her pussy being eaten like a juicy fruit aroused him. Ivan grasped her breast and began to thumb her nipple, watching the dark tip crinkle and elongate under his ministrations, the gold bar gleaming in the lights.
    “Look at your breasts, so firm with nice, big nipples. And I love the toys you pierced them with for me.” He wet his finger and returned to tormenting her breast, adding an unbelievable eroticism to the man licking at her pussy like it was his favorite treat. With Ivan whispering dirty things to her in his deep, purring, bass voice, she was straining to hold back. He had thick, firm lips, the kind she preferred. She wondered how he kissed. Even more, she wondered how he tasted. 
    “Eyes on me, slave.”
    She looked away from his mouth and back to his gaze. Intense lust radiated from him and she clenched her jaw, her back arching involuntarily as her orgasm threatened. The most basic and first command she’d learned during her training was never orgasm without permission. Now she struggled to fulfill that command even as she berated herself for doing anything to please her captor any more than necessary.
    Ivan grasped the back of her head while Dimitri began to focus more on her clit, getting rougher and drawing sharp cries from her.  He began to suckle the nub and she whimpered. With a knowing smirk Ivan brought his mouth to hers, hovering over her skin so the scent of his cinnamon-tinged breath washed over her. “Are you waiting for my command to orgasm, dorogaya ?
    She nodded and groaned against his lips, her body tensing up to the point of pain. Dimitri was now sucking rhythmically on her clit while teasing the entrance of her sheath with his finger. He’d press in enough to start the feeling of being penetrated, then he’d draw back and leave her moaning in need. 
    Ivan tightened his grip on her hair until it hurt and yanked her head back, exposing her neck to him. “Beg me.”
    “Please!” The word burst from her as she dangled helpless in his grasp, her hands bound, her feet spread apart, and her pussy throbbing to be filled by someone, anyone. “Please, Master, may I come?”
    He licked the seam of her lips, then commanded, “Climax for me, moya sladkaya .”
    She cried out when he pulled away, then Dimitri pushed two of his thick, wonderful fingers deep inside of her while he devoured her with big, greedy swipes of his tongue. The rough fabric of his hood scraped against her inner thighs as he finger fucked her with enough force to make her shake on Ivan’s lap.
    The first blissful contraction made her world go dark and she screamed, twisting and writhing against Ivan until he had to pin her to his chest. The sensations of being bound by his strength made the orgasm deepen, grow longer somehow. Then, Ivan bit the side of her neck and she shuddered, so overwhelmed by a deep