Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(4)

There was no doubt in Rya’s mind that this man was one hundred percent Dom, and her heart beat faster just being in the room with him.

So far, this had been one of the shittiest vacations she’d ever been on, a huge disappointment on every level. When she’d signed up for the Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction she’d been overjoyed that she’d actually been selected. Her mentor at the BDSM Club she belonged to in Buffalo, New York, had been regaling Rya with stories of the Submissive’s Wish Auction for as long as she’d been playing there.

At first, Rya had been excited that she’d been selected for the auction, then she had to battle her guilt about taking time off from work, but she couldn’t turn a chance like this down. Rya was all about living in the moment and experiencing everything life had to offer, and the Submissive’s Wish Auction was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. While she highly doubted she would find her one true love, she had been more than eager for the chance to serve a Master Dominant. Only the best of the best were allowed to bid at the auction and initially she’d been thrilled when Master Moriz won her and a lovely blonde submissive named Jean.

That is, until Rya got food poisoning.

She’d spent that night in bed at the mansion where the auction had taken place, puking her guts out, and during that short time Moriz and Jean had fallen in love. Oh, the handsome Russian man didn’t call it love, but Rya could see the sparkle in their eyes when Jean and Moriz looked at each other. Moriz didn’t have to ask Rya to step aside; she could easily read that he wanted to focus all his attention on Jean. Even more importantly, Rya saw the pain in Jean’s eyes at the thought of Rya joining them.

Moriz had put her into an opulent room of her own and gave her carte blanche use of his credit card to buy and do anything she wanted, but what Rya really wanted was to have a wild sexual experience with a good Dominant or two, and so far, they all seemed to be taken. Oh, she’d been approached by dozens of Doms, but none of them clicked with her, and since she didn’t owe any of them her service, she found herself being particularly picky. Yes, she was sure she could have had a good time with them, but something in her heart told her to wait.

Since she trusted her instincts, she’d politely, and sometimes not so politely, rejected every offer from the men so far…although she wouldn’t mind if the intensely sexy bull of a man she’d just caught staring at her approached her.

She considered talking to the bearded man first, but he seemed occupied with his work. For all she knew he was taken, but she hadn’t noticed a ring on his finger. So he probably wasn’t married, but she couldn’t imagine a man as good looking as he was being single. She barely suppressed her sigh of disappointment when she realized he probably wouldn’t be interested in her anyway. The majority of the submissives who belonged to members of the European Delegation were supermodel gorgeous. Thin, elegant, and stunning. Not that Rya had a problem with them, she enjoyed women of all kinds, but it was a bit intimidating. Rya had a classic hourglass figure and her boobs probably weighed more than most of the submissives she’d met.

Glancing up from her screen, still stuck on the same sentence she’d been reading since the hot lumberjack guy walked into the library, she found him watching her again with a decidedly hungry look. The immediate flood of moisture between her thighs would have been embarrassing, but the loud sigh of delight that escaped her trumped that. Utterly embarrassed by her lack of self-control, she quickly looked down back at her book and loudly cleared her throat, hoping that maybe he hadn’t noticed.

When he gave a deep, rumbling chuckle she debated running out the door. Damn, this crazy shyness wasn’t like her. Usually, she could hold her own in any situation, but one look from that sexy bastard and she was reduced to a blushing mess. Hell, they’d barely spoken and her nipples were pressing against her thin t-shirt in a most embarrassing manner.

She swore the sexual tension thickened in the room until she became hyperaware of her every move, afraid to look up to see if he was still watching her. Her skin felt sensitive to the slightest breeze, and she hoped that he didn’t notice how she was fighting the need to squirm and press her thighs together. When she’d dressed this morning she anticipated a leisurely few hours spent reading in silence, never imaging that anyone else would be using the library what with all the sexual excess available throughout the lodge.

She wondered again if he was single.

Her curiosity battled with her unusual bout of shyness, and just as she was about to introduce herself, the door to the library opened.