Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(17)

Tonight, she belonged to him and as he sat down and waited for her to finish her meal, he began to stalk his tempting little prey.





Chapter Five





What should have been a delicious dinner tasted like paste to Rya as she tried to enjoy her Coq au vin while chatting with the French Domme, Angelique, and her submissives. Rya had met them the previous evening while playing cards and had instantly clicked with Angelique. The elegant, silver haired woman was probably in her early sixties and had a stable of five men serving her ranging in age from a stud in his thirties to a fit and delicious salt and pepper haired man probably around Angelique’s age. All four men were utterly devoted to the French Domme and Rya was fascinated by the dynamic of the household. Each submissive had his role and somehow they were all able to co-exist without jealousy.

Speaking of jealousy, she was pretty sure Dimitri was still sitting across the vast dining room, staring holes into her back. She didn’t know what his problem was. Tusya had informed her that Dimitri never had a girlfriend; he had what amounted to a harem of submissives at his beck and call as well as a variety of couples in which he was a regular third. She’d heard of men having harems before, and if that was his kink, more power to him, but it still irritated her that she’d been so attracted to the kind of man she could never be with. Oh, Rya had no illusions that anything that happened during her time here was permanent, but it didn’t mean she liked seeing a man she’d just kissed mauling three other women.

That was just plain rude.

So, even though he’d tried to catch her attention earlier, she ignored him. Some men just liked the chase; there was no fucking way she was going to be another notch in that playboy’s belt. Too bad he was the only man her body was focused on now.

Her hormones had shitty taste.

Clearing her throat, Rya turned back to Angelique. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

The other woman gave her a suspicious look before her face smoothed down into a polite mask. “What is it?”

“Nothing bad. There is a…man here I think you and your men should talk with. He’s a switch and a very good Dom from what I hear, but for some reason, he’s totally freaked out by his need to submit. I thought that maybe if he talked with you and your men he’d stress out less about it. I spoke with him today at lunch about it and he’s interested, but because of some personal bullshit, something about the world he lives in never accepting him as having submissive leanings, or some misogynistic shit, he’s tried to reject that part of himself for years.”

Angelique pursed her lips. “But he is ready to talk about it now?”

Tossing her ponytail over her shoulder, Rya then shrugged. “I don’t know if he’ll ever be ready, but I kind of badgered him into it. He wanted me to top him in private but we just don’t have that spark together and I really don’t get off on topping men, only women. But you have such a good thing going with your guys I thought that if he talked to you and your men he might be more comfortable with himself.”

Angelique lightly tapped her long, pink painted nail against the stem of her wine glass. “Why is this important to you?”

“Because…I don’t know, I guess because he’s making himself miserable without need. He seems like a really nice guy and life is too short to waste it trying to be something you’re not. I mean, can you imagine living like that? No, he needs to learn to love himself or he’ll never be able to love someone back.”

“You have a very kind heart. Tell me more about this man. I may wish to speak with him.”

She told Angelique about Tusya and a small weight lifted off her shoulders. He really was a nice guy once she got past his stuffy exterior and she hoped he got what he needed from Angelique. Rya was surprised Katya had been very supportive of Tusya seeking out a Mistress. She’d also learned that Katya and Tusya were more like friends with benefits than true lovers. Katya had lost her husband, who had also been her Master, two years ago and while she craved domination and enjoyed the sex, her heart wasn’t into looking for love which made the commitment-phobic Tusya the perfect Dom for her.

And speaking of the perfect Dom…

Glancing over her shoulder, Rya found Dimitri still watching her. She looked away and took a sip of her wine then pretended to observe the army of helicopters out in the field behind the lodge as they took off one by one. Evidently, there was a big party going on tonight in a nearby city. Moriz had invited her and even offered to buy her a dress for the occasion, but she really didn’t feel like being a fifth wheel. Oh, there were plenty of couples and single subs she could play with, but for some reason that thought just didn’t appeal to her right now. If she was being honest it was because she was still hung up on that damn womanizer who’d given her one of the best orgasms of her life—with one fucking kiss.