“Would you…that is…I have this fantasy…”
He made a deep, rumbly sound that went straight to her pussy. “Tell me your secret thoughts, Rya. Tell your Master what you want.”
Man, now that she’d opened her big mouth she found the words frozen in her throat. She shouldn’t want these things, they were wrong and even though she knew people indulged in this role play all the time, she couldn’t help feeling like a freak. Normal women didn’t want things like this, she should—
Her thoughts shattered when Dimitri gripped her nipples and pinched them hard, sending painful zings of confusing pleasure through her. “Tell me.”
“I want to fight you. I want you to force me to fuck you.”
A slow, sensual, sexy as hell smile curved his lips. “You want to struggle, yes? For me to overpower you and hold you down? But will still have safeword. That is non-negotiable.”
Mesmerized by his gunmetal eyes, she nodded. “Yes.”
Increasing his pinch on her nipples, he pulled her forward by her breasts until she stood toe to toe. “How much do you want to fight? You want to slap, kick me?”
“No, I mean I might try to hit you but more like wresting.”
“Would you like me to force you to orgasm?” She hesitated and he released one of her nipples, instead grabbing her ponytail and wrapping it around his fist. “Tell me, Rya, or I will tie you up and leave you in the corner all night instead of fucking you until you scream my name.”
All the blood in her body seemed go to her pussy which contracted hard enough to make her moan. “I want you to overpower me, to force me to enjoy it. To take away all my control. I won’t give in to you, you have to take it. I want to trust you but I can’t just give myself to you completely. You have to earn my trust. Yes, I realize how fucked up that sounds, and it’s not topping from the bottom or anything like that. I just need to know you’re strong enough to protect me, okay? That I can’t beat you in a fight. I’ve never done this with anyone before, but please don’t judge me harshly.”
“Harshly? Oh dorogaya, how can you not know that I worship you? Nothing you say will drive me away.” He tilted her head back and gave her a soft, wet, hot kiss that left her whimpering. “I’m going to release you and you have to count of ten to run, zaika moya, then your volk will come hunting. Da?”
“Da, I mean yes.” She sucked in a quick breath of air, her mind already sinking into her subspace.
“Fight me, curse me, tell me no, but I will take you hard and rough unless you safeword.” He stepped back and began to unbutton his shirt. “Ten.”
The first bit of his skin came into view and she let out a soft moan.
“Nine.”
Another button, more skin and those long fingers of his moving with consummate grace.
“Eight.”
She looked up, her heart pounding in her throat as she watched his expression close down, become cold, dangerous.
Fuck, she loved it when he looked evil.
“Seven.”
His shirt was almost all the way unbuttoned now and she sucked in a quick gasp of air at the sight of his big cock pressing against the fabric of his pants.
“Six.”
Toeing off the beautiful copper Prada heels that Dimitri had bought for her, she took a stumbling step back, her mind and body still entirely focused on him. He shrugged out of his shirt, the thick muscles of his body moving beneath his beautiful skin. The hard line between his pectoral muscles drew her gaze and she wanted to lick him there, to kiss the body that housed such a strong heart.
“Five.”
Adrenaline flooded her and she finally managed to look away from Dimitri when he bent to take his boots off. With a little squeak she took a few steps back, looking around for the best way to run.
“Four.”
Spinning on her heel, she darted across the room, heading for the stairs.
“Three.”
She reached the edge of the couch.
“Two.”
The stairs were too far away so she turned and moved so the couch was between them, balancing on the balls of her feet.
“One.”
He came at her like an enraged bull, jumping onto the couch and almost grabbing her before she spun and ran. His surprised laugh rumbled behind her and before she could draw a breath he had her by her ponytail. With a hard tug that stung her scalp he drew her back to him, but she grabbed his wrist and managed to twist it to make him release her hair before sweeping his feet out from under him. The look of shock on his face was almost funny, but she didn’t stick around to watch, instead running for the stairs.
She managed to reach the second step before he reached her again, this time grabbing the back of her dress. Holding onto the railing, she lunged forward and the dress ripped with a loud snarl of fabric. Her knees hit the steps with a painful thump, but most of the impact was absorbed by his arm wrapping around her waist. Her mind focused entirely on escaping him, desire and fear mixing together in her bloodstream in a way that made her fiercely aroused, but she wasn’t giving up.