Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(5)

Tusya, the sexy blond Russian guy who was a switch in denial of his submissive side, entered and he immediately looked for her. With his lovely auburn-haired submissive trailing behind him with a collar and leash around her neck he approached Rya and she couldn’t help but grin at the slightly disgruntled look on his handsome face. They’d played poker last night and Tusya had lost to her, big time. The poor guy was obviously dying to submit to her, but for whatever reason, he was in hardcore denial. She found it funny that Moriz and the rest of Tusya’s friends seemed oblivious to the fact, but then again, she often saw things other people didn’t. Her mother had the same gift, and while Rya didn’t quite think it was a psychic thing, she could spot a lie a mile away and was very good at reading people. Which was one of the reasons she’d kicked Tusya’s ass at poker.

Part of her hadn’t actually expected him to pay up on his bet, but here he was, giving her use of his submissive for two hours. Katya, the petite auburn haired submissive, had seemed eager to serve Rya, so she hadn’t objected when he bet that if he won, he’d get Rya’s service for two hours, and if she won she’d get Katya’s service. However, she had a sneaking suspicion that Tusya would have liked to have been the one being ordered around by her instead. She might have indulged him, but he was in such denial that she really didn’t have the time or the desire to dig through his bullshit to get him to admit a truth he seemed to hide, even from himself.

Tusya’s pale blue eyed gaze went from Rya, then over to the man on the couch, and his full lips thinned. They exchanged a greeting in Russian, and she didn’t like the way Tusya seemed to dismiss her. Not only was it rude, but it was setting a bad example in front of Katya. If her Dom didn’t respect Rya, neither would she.

Clearing her throat, Rya said, “It is rather poor manners to speak in a language that not everyone in the room understands, that is, assuming your friend knows English.”

Just as she intended, the verbal zing hit its target and Tusya stiffened before turning to her and tilting his head in her direction. “Forgive me for my poor manners.”

It was a struggle to keep from looking at the sexy Dom across the room, to see what his reaction was to her calling out Tusya, but she didn’t dare. “Forgiven.”

Tusya started to speak in Russian, then switched to English. “Katya, present.”

Dressed in a sheer brown summer dress shot with threads of gold, the pretty Russian woman knelt before Rya with her eyes down. Indulging herself, Rya stroked her fingers through the girl’s short auburn hair, enjoying the silky strands running through her fingers. She took note of how Katya’s nipples stiffened and smiled. “She is lovely.”

“Thank you.” Tusya said in a formal tone.

“What are her limits?”

“She has no limits.”

Blinking up at the blond man, she tilted her head. “So you are trusting me not to harm her?”

His mouth opened and closed, that vulnerability entering his gaze before he nodded, once again stiff and cold. “I am.”

“Then I am honored by your gift, but I would still like her to give me a safeword, please.”

He studied her for a moment, then nodded. “Her safeword is Tusya.” For the first time since they met a real smile curved the edges of his full lips. “Katya is trained in pleasuring a woman. She enjoys pampering beautiful women, so use her as you wish.”

“I will. Thank you.” She held out her hand and Tusya stared at her a moment before placing Katya’s leash in it.

When he didn’t move she had to hide a smile, knowing that he wished to stay, but she couldn’t allow that. Truly, she had no desire to top or bottom for Tusya, and the intensity of his need made her slightly uneasy. If he was giving her Katya to play with she was going to fully indulge herself, but not with him here.

“I will return her to you in two hours.”

He licked his lower lip, his gaze darting over to where the other Dom sat, no doubt silently watching them. “Are you sure? I would enjoy watching you dominate her.”

She put an edge of steel into her voice, channeling that inner strength deep within her that would never submit to a man she viewed as being less than her equal in terms of dominance. “I’m sure.”

He stiffened and gave her an almost regal nod. “Then I will leave you alone.”

When she didn’t reply the slightest tinge of regret seeped into his eyes, but he turned and left.

Wanting to sigh, but also needing to focus on the girl kneeling so prettily before her, Rya leaned forward and cupped Katya’s chin. “So, sweet girl, what is it you can do for me?”