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  She slowly nodded, their lips barely touching but feeling better to Ivan than some blow jobs he’d received. “Yes.”

  “Then you will obey me, trust me, and I will tear you apart from the inside out until you are nothing but pleasure.”

  “I don’t want to disappoint you if I can’t orgasm that way.”

  “Milaya moya, if your body is not ready for it, I will not blame you. But if I see you fighting your release, I’ll be forced to go hard on you.” He pulled back enough to see her expression, intent on her reaction to his next words. “You don’t want that, Gia. I don’t think you can handle me full force yet.”

  Her pupils dilated and she arched her back, silently offering herself to him even if she wasn’t consciously aware of it. He’d found that sometimes a submissive’s body reacted to what a woman truly wanted, even if her mind was fighting the idea. Evidently the idea of Ivan taking greater control aroused her. He wanted to remind her again about her safe word, but she was beginning to sink into subspace and he didn’t want to disturb that.

  Having her mind and body focused on her pleasure would only make this more intense for her, and he wanted to be the best Master she’d ever had.

  Reaching between them he began to rub his finger up and down her slit, spreading her moisture, making her moan. She pulled against the restraints but they held. When he began to stroke her clit with his thumb her shudder made him grin. She smiled weakly back, then closed her eyes and moaned as he rubbed that sensitive nub a little harder.

  “When I say bear down, I want you to push out like you are urinating. If you’ve seen a woman climax from a g-spot orgasm before you know it will merely be sugar water leaving you. A very sweet, delicious nectar I will love to clean off your swollen little pussy with my tongue.”

  Bucking beneath his hand, she tried to get him to play harder as she moaned. Her eyes were closed and a lovely red flush spread over her chest. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, playing with the piercing through the cloth. Her pussy clenched beneath his hand and he gave her nipple a sharp nip, earning a shout then a moan as he slid his middle finger and ring finger into her waiting sheath.

  He moved over to kiss the side of her breast, rousing her skin, flicking her clit with his thumb. She whimpered and he picked the spot for his first mark. No one would look at her body without knowing that she belonged to someone. He untied then tugged down the halter straps of her dress, bearing her pert little tits. After licking the stiff bud of her nipple, he kissed his way to the top curve of her breast. While he did this he began to massage her clit between two of his fingers. Then, after selecting the perfect spot for his brand, he bit her hard enough to leave a mark that would bruise up nicely.

  The guttural sound she made and the way her legs stiffened let him know how aroused she was. Without removing his fingers he moved around so he was standing next to her. While he wouldn’t mind her squirting on him, he found it fucking hot as hell to watch. His cock was an iron bar in his pants, and he would be shoving it into her eager little mouth by now, but if she came hard enough, she might bite him on accident.

  Instead, he satisfied himself with having her nuzzle against his shaft with her lips and nose through his shorts. The way she rubbed her face against him reminded him of a kitten. His heart grew full and the connection between them deepened. He began to feel inside her slick channel, searching for the slightly rougher skin indicating the position of her g-spot. Inside that spongy mass was a small amount of fluid. If he stimulated her the right way, that spongy mass would fill with fluid until it had to be expelled. At that point, if the woman went with it and did what her body naturally wanted to do, she would orgasm hard.

  From what he’d been told, g-spot orgasms were very, very intense. Even better, a woman could have one after another, unlike clitoral orgasms where sometimes a woman was left so sensitive any stimulation became painful. He hoped he’d brought enough towels to clean up the mess he planned to make.

  He began stroking that spot inside of her wet pussy with a hard, fast tapping motion. This wasn’t a gentle caress. This was finger fucking his woman into submission. Soon enough, she began to twist and moan, crying out and clutching at his shorts with one hand and the chair with the other. When she began to grunt and that special spot in her was ready, he quickly removed his hand and said, “Push out, milaya moya.”

  She stiffened for a moment, and he was afraid she might have too much anxiety over the rush of fluid, so he pinched her clit and tugged. She came with a scream and her legs twitched in the restraints as she tried to move and pull away from the sensations. A small amount of clear fluid gushed from her and he reached down to rub his fingers through the warmth. For another good thirty seconds she continued to come as he played with her clit and pussy. Once she’d settled she looked up at him with an utterly amazed expression.

  “Holy crap.”

  “Again,” he said in a firm voice. “Play with your breasts.”

  Her jaw dropped and she took a deep breath then nodded. She began to pinch and pull at her nipples as he slipped his hand back between her legs and into her eager cunt. Now that he knew what to look for, he swiftly brought her to orgasm. He wanted to rub his cock through the warm, sweet stream, but he wanted her begging him to stop. Something about forcing her to take him, making her come again even if she believed she couldn’t, flat out did it for him. Of course, if she safeworded out he’d stop, but up until that point, he would use her trust to take her places she’d never imagined.

  After giving her a few moments to recover, he checked her dazed expression and nodded. “Again.”

  Before she could protest he finger fucked her hard enough to make her breasts shake. She came with a wail, writhing in her bonds and fighting the restraints. He placed his hand on her chest to hold her down because this wasn’t really bondage equipment and he didn’t want her getting hurt. She clutched his arm with both hands and her little nails dug into his skin as she continued to shake.

  She needed time to come down from the last one, so he kissed her long and deep, sucking her tongue into his mouth. The soft, slow way she kissed him back let him know exactly how dazed she was; he loved it, but he wanted more.

  His greed for her pleasure knew no bounds.

  “Again.”

  Her moan against his mouth was delicious and his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. “Noooo…”

  He let her continue to hold his arm and grit his teeth as her nails dug into a new section of his skin. As aroused as he was, the pain only added a sharper edge to his pleasure and made him want to exert even more control over her. He leaned down and began to lick slowly at her clit and stroked her g-spot, making her twitch and moan. Her clit was as stiff as he’d ever seen it and it took less than fifteen seconds of fingering her to make her orgasm again. This time he had the pleasure of catching drops of the ejaculate on his tongue as he continued to manipulate her quivering clit.

  She wailed and reached down, trying to pull his head from her, but he growled and bit her clit.

  Her hands fell away to grab the handles attached to the chair and she began to beg him to stop in little, breathy, broken sentences. His balls were pulled up tight and the taste of her sweet juices had him mad for her. With another growl, he released her clit and stood, quickly toeing off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his shorts and underwear. His cock was so hard it stood past his belly button, a throbbing shaft of need.

  His gaze zeroed in on her wet, sweet, swollen pussy and he lunged at her. Crouching between her legs, he placed the head of his cock against her slit. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Hold onto my shoulders.”

  Sinking into her hot, tight depths was a pleasure like no other. While he invaded her body, she invaded his heart with her soft moans and the way she kept whispering his name. She was beautiful in her submission and the lovely little smile that indicated she was in her subspace curved her lips. He pushed in further and adjusted his angle. There was no way in hell
he could resist the feeling of her tight pussy gripping him like a fist. He wanted at least one more orgasm out of her before he had his own climax.

  Reaching between them, he began to manipulate her clit and she stiffened. “Too much!”

  “No, it’s not. This is my pussy, Gia, and I say when it’s too much.”

  She went limp and he had to brace her with his arm as he began to slam his cock into her with enough force that she gasped with every thrust. He slid in and out and his balls drew up tight. At this angle, it wasn’t hard to judge where her g-spot was and it wasn't long before he had her gearing up for another orgasm.

  “No, no, no, no,” she chanted even as her shoulders clutched him closer. “I can’t, not again.”

  He didn’t even bother to answer, her body's response easily showing her lie. The way her cunt tightened, then softened along with her almost hysterical cries let him know it was time to pull out. As soon as he did she began to squirt all over his cock, bathing him in wet heat that had him orgasming with a roar. He stroked his dick and it felt so good to shoot his seed all over her pussy. He shoved himself back inside with a growl, and her hands dropped from his shoulders. She moaned and turned her head back and forth, her lower half twitching hard enough in the restraints that the weight lifting machine shook.

  As soon as he was able to move without his legs giving out under him, he slipped out of her. He had to grit his teeth at the overwhelming sensation of her slick pussy clutching at his shaft as if she wanted to keep him inside of her. The sounds she made were music to his soul, the whimpers and groans of a well-used submissive. He’d bet right now she’d totally forgiven him for his earlier blunder, and that made his heart lighter.

  He didn’t like that he’d inadvertently hurt her. He had to remind himself that women, especially submissives, had tender feelings that could be easily bruised. It looked like Gia, despite her naturally aggressive personality, had a very gentle heart. He’d have to make sure to give her lots of praise, although not so much that it lost any meaning, but enough that she would feel cherished…loved even.

  He wanted to love her.

  Dismissing that notion as an orgasm-induced thought, he freed Gia from her bonds. When he picked her up, she cried out as he gently put her on the ground and began to rub her stiff legs. Her muscles relaxed and she had one arm flung over her head, breathing deep enough that he wondered if she was asleep. Covering her with one of the towels, he quickly set about cleaning up their mess and spraying the equipment down.

  When he turned around Gia was watching him with barely open eyes. “You’re even sexy when you clean.”

  Her voice was slightly slurred, like she’d been drinking, and he grinned. He tugged his shorts on and threw the rest of his stuff in the locker room. He lifted Gia into his arms and looked down at her, his heart filled with tenderness for his girl. She reached up and traced his features with her fingertips, leaving a trail of tingles on his skin. The way she looked at him, with such open affection, was utterly addictive.

  “You’re amazing.”

  Part of him wanted to make her tattoo his name on her ass, but even he had to admit it might be rushing things…at least for her. He already knew that he wanted to know this captivating woman longer than the one week she belonged to him. His mind spun with ideas of bringing her back to Moscow with him and moving her into his house. While he wasn’t foolish enough to rush into marriage, he’d like to see what it was like to live with Gia, to have her presence bring life to his world.

  He’d need to call his uncle and have some special arrangements made to get her paperwork done for her visa ASAP. If she decided to come with him, he didn’t want her to have the excuse of not having a travel visa for Russia. The thought of coming home to find Gia waiting for him sent a welcome sense of contentment through him. His mind tried to argue that there was no way he’d get Gia to come with him, that he barely knew her, but he didn’t care.

  The look of trust and devotion in her gaze, the way she made him feel, was something he could not live without.

  She was his.

  She just didn’t know it yet.

  He brushed his lips over hers. “Let’s go back to our room and get some food and some sleep. We have a big evening ahead of us and I want you well-rested for what I have planned.”

  Chapter Ten

  Gia looked around the enormous bedroom Catrin shard with Nico and tried to keep from staring. The room had been transformed into some kind of couture fantasy store. Right now Gia, Catrin, and Ilyena were trying on different dresses, giggling while the sales associates fawned all over them. There was also a jeweler ready to accessorize any look they picked out. From the way Catrin and Ilyena acted, this was nothing unusual.

  They found Gia’s astonishment funny.

  Ilyena turned slightly and cocked out her hip, looking into the full-length mirror with a fierce smile Gia wished she could copy. Gia’s poor sales assistant seemed horrified that she didn’t want to look at anything too expensive. The beautiful Russian woman had picked out a floor length emerald gown that clung to her fantastic body like glittering paint and made her pale blonde hair look almost white. While the dress was intensely sexy, it wasn’t slutty and was so perfectly made it fit the tall blonde woman like a dream.

  Catrin had selected a lovely pink gown with a sweetheart neckline and had her honey blonde hair done up in curls. The bodice of the dress was tight enough to support her large breasts, but layered with a sheer material in ruffling waves of fabric. The front of the skirt had been cut short, showcasing Catrin’s lovely legs, while the back extended out into a subtle train. Gia felt a momentary flash of attraction to the other woman and hoped no one saw her blushing.

  “You look fabulous,” Catrin said to Ilyena. “Time to look for something sparkly.”

  They both turned to Gia, who still stood awkwardly in her underwear.

  “Where are your clothes?” Ilyena said in surprise.

  Catrin frowned. “Didn’t you see anything you liked? If they didn’t bring the appropriate outfits I can have another shop come here at a moment’s notice.”

  The sales associate helping Gia made a little whimpering sound and Gia felt guilty. It wasn’t her money to spend, but she bet the woman helping her, who really had been kind, could use whatever bonus came from selling gowns worth thousands of dollars. Taking a deep breath, she tried to think of some way to salvage this situation.

  “I—I feel weird spending Ivan’s money.”

  Both women stared at her, then laughed until Gia crossed her arms and glared back at them. Even the other saleswomen had to hide their smiles.

  Ilyena shook her head, once again turning to look at her reflection. “You’ve never had a man who likes to spoil you?”

  “Well, kind of. But nothing like this.” She rubbed her arms, chilled by the memories of some of the total losers she’d dated. More than one guy had ‘forgotten’ his wallet on a first, and last, date. “This is excessive. He doesn’t need to do this.”

  “Did it ever occur to you that seeing you in beautiful clothes, wearing things Ivan provided for you, appeals to him deeply on some mysterious male level?” Ilyena tried on a necklace made of hammered gold embellished with diamonds. “I know Ivan. He likes you. He will want to see you in something amazing, and I know he will want you to be happy. So stop making this into something it isn’t, and let your Master have the right to spoil you.”

  “However,” Catrin added, “If you don’t pick something expensive he will worry you think he is too poor to afford you. Men are odd creatures. If you let them take the protector and provider role every once in a while it does worlds of good for their ego.”

  When Catrin put it that way, it sounded so simple. Could Gia really just go with this?

  Well, why the hell not.

  If this wasn’t a once in a lifetime experience she didn’t know what was.

  “I’m not sure what to wear. Do you think you could help me pick something out? You’re both so e
xquisite. I trust your judgment.”

  Catrin and Ilyena turned on her with a gleam in their gaze that was almost scary. Gia took a step back, but they advanced on her so quick she found herself surrounded by their sweet perfume and smooth skin as they touched her and examined her. To her irritation they spoke in Russian while commenting about one aspect of her body or another. Embarrassment tightened her stomach, and she wished she’d never asked.

  Catrin paused and looked at Gia. “Don’t be so fearful. We’re speaking in Russian because we’re excited. Normally, we don’t have someone who lets us play dress up with them.”

  With a giggle, Ilyena ran her fingers through Gia’s hair. “It’s true. I’ve known Catrin since we were ten years old and we’ve always loved dressing up beautiful women.”

  Gia swallowed hard, wondering what the heck she’d gotten herself into as Catrin and Ilyena began to rapidly order around the staff.

  An hour later, Gia cupped her hand over her mouth to smell her breath. They’d had a snack of meats and cheeses as well as fruit and some small tarts. They’d also split a bottle of really, really good champagne. The alcohol floating through her bloodstream relaxed her enough that she wasn’t babbling or making herself sick with worry. Instead, a fine sense of anticipation hummed through her body. She was going to see Ivan, and she had to admit, she looked fabulous.

  Ilyena and Catrin were like some kind of super awesome fairy godmothers. They’d put her into an outfit she never would have considered, but now that it was on her, she felt beautiful, sexy, and yet very classy. Having close to five hundred thousand dollars in antique Indian sapphires dripping off her body certainly added to the appeal of the outfit. There was even a jeweled hairpin fastened into her elaborately braided hair. The braid itself curled over one shoulder and sparkling sapphires had been added to the band at the bottom.

  The way her hair was styled exposed her back, and for a good reason. The deep blue and silver beaded sari-inspired gown had an exquisite back. Gia may not have had great breasts, but she had to admit she’d never considered how nice her back was. The dress was actually two pieces. The embroidered top had a modest neckline, and was tied in back with a braided tassel at the top and a more intricate series of braided tassels at the middle of her back. The skirt started a few inches later, leaving a bit of her midriff exposed, but not enough so she’d be afraid to sit and have a pooch bulging past the waistband. A clever draping effect had been done to the rear portion of the skirt, and she loved the subtle weight of the train as she walked.