Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(30)
He must have seen her worry, because he continued to pet her, slowly soothing her with his touch until she relaxed once again beneath him. “I like your spirit, your fire, but I will not take disrespect. I am not content to be puppet Master, to dance to your tune or play role. Being Master is what I am, how I was born. This is no game to me, Rya. And I think is no game to you. Tell me, do you push to get reaction? To see if I will take control?”
Slowly, trapped by his gunmetal gaze, she nodded. “I…it’s hard to find someone strong enough to Top me so yeah, I guess I kind of test people. To see if they’re strong enough to make me really submit.”
The feel of his hand in her hair, the strength in his gaze made her soul settle somehow. “How many times have you truly submitted, all the way to your heart?”
“Never.” She sucked in a quick gasp of air, not having meant to say that. Shit, fuck, shit. “I…”
“No, do not lie. I see panic, why?”
She tried to look away, but he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “No one wants a submissive who can’t submit.”
“Nyet, little Rya, it is not that you can’t submit, it is that you have not met right Master. There is no shame in that. Some women can give themselves to anyone, while others spend all their life yearning for the man strong enough to tame their wild heart. Neither is right or wrong; is how you are made.” His understanding and articulation of her most private thoughts made her stare up at him with something bordering on awe. “I do not want to tame you, I do not want to quiet the wildness that lives inside of you. I want your willing submission. I want you to come to me, to submit to me because I am Master and you are slave, because your heart tells you is right. Does it, zaika moya? Does your heart tell you I am your Master?”
For anyone who knew Rya, they would have been shocked as she stared up at Dimitri, for once struck absolutely speechless. All she could do was nod slowly and try to put into her gaze all that she was feeling, all the emotions that his words had brought to the surface. Who was this man who had somehow seen into her soul better than anyone she’d ever met?
“Say it, Rya, and believe it.”
Looking him straight in the eye, she whispered, “My Master.”
Chapter Eight
Dimitri wanted to roar with triumph as the astonishing woman beneath him handed him her heart, but he only allowed himself a small smile. “Good girl.”
He stared down at her, bemused by the way she kept surprising him. Little Rya was a complex woman and he found himself constantly fascinated by a new side of her. It was as if most women were a clear crystal ball, pretty but transparent. Rya was a diamond cut into a million facets, each brilliant and beautiful, but hidden until carefully observed from just the right angle.
Right now, he was looking at a very vulnerable woman, one who had to know he could dominate her. He could already see her need to try to retake control creeping in. It was in the way she tensed slightly beneath him, as if testing his hold on her, the manner in which her gaze darted about his face, studying him. The man lucky enough to become Rya’s Master would never be bored.
Pain lanced through his heart at the knowledge that it wouldn’t be him, but he pushed it away. He forced away thoughts of the future, focusing on the present and this woman. Once again, the image of a wild rabbit came to mind, a creature that could be so soft and cuddly, yet boldly outrun even the fiercest of predators because they were smart. How ironic that he, a wolf, wanted to protect the little rabbit from the other predators, to keep her safe and his alone.
Before his thoughts could turn to more out of character and forbidden emotions, he pushed off of her. “Give me your left arm and your left leg.”
She automatically obeyed and the motion revealed her pussy to him. Such a beautiful cunt, flushed a dusky pink, the full lips of her sex shiny with her arousal. Kissing her pussy was the softest sensation he’d ever had against his mouth. He couldn’t wait to split her plump labia with his cock. All in good time. First, he needed to get her in the right headspace.
He picked up the big black leather gauntlet and first pulled her calf through, then her forearm so it was on the outside of her calf. This made her pull her leg back towards her chest as she lay on her back, opening her pussy to him. “Is okay?”
Looking a little bit apprehensive, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Do you need a cookie?”
She giggled and some of the tension in her limbs eased. “No, Master. No cookie needed here. I trust you.”
He began to tighten the laces and watched her carefully as he restricted her movements, searching for any sign of panic. While he knew not being able to breathe was a trigger for her, he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t remind her of drowning if she felt restrained. The memory of her almost dying made him pause to steal a quick kiss before he finished cinching up her leg and arm. After repeating the actions with her right arm and leg, he stood back and admired her. Her legs were up and spread wide, her arms pushed upwards and held next to her calves, which opened her pussy and mounded her breasts for his pleasure.