Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(6)
Katya licked her lips, distress filling her expression. “My English not so good.”
Well, that put a wrinkle in things. Maybe she should have kept Tusya around so he could translate. Crap.
From across the room the sexy beast she’d been trying to ignore spoke. “If you like, I translate for you.”
She looked up at the hot lumberjack and tried to keep her expression smooth. “And you are?”
His lips twitched into an almost smile that made her want to sigh. “My name is Dimitri. And you are…?”
“Rya DeLuca.” She looked down at Katya. “Are you okay with this?”
Without asking Dimitri translated for her and she tried to ignore how utterly sexy he sounded when he spoke Russian. Katya visibly brightened and nodded. “Yes. Master Dimitri good.”
Not sure what to make of that, she arched a brow when Katya turned to the Dom, speaking in Russian. He smiled at Katya, then met Rya’s gaze. “She said that you can trust me, that I will not press where I am not wanted, and that she does not mind me watching. But what about you, Rya? Do you mind if I watch you with Katya?”
She licked her suddenly dry lips, wondering how the dynamics of this situation had suddenly become so complicated. Without even trying Dimitri had taken charge of the situation, yet she was still Dominant to Katya. It was as if she was both a top and a bottom at once and she found the sensation to be exhilarating. The best of both worlds.
Excitement zinged through her and she barely managed to contain her smile. Realizing he was waiting for an answer, she tried to keep her expression nonchalant as she said, “As long as you can keep your hands to yourself.”
He gave that rich chuckle again that sent chills up and down her spine. “I believe I can control myself.”
He stood abruptly and began to put away his laptop. “Where is your room?”
“What?”
“Katya takes great joy from serving.” He frowned for a moment. “I do not know right words, but she likes to run bath, massage, give you pleasure. It would be hard to do in this room.”
Her imagination suddenly ran wild with thoughts of Dimitri watching Katya pleasure her, of wondering if he had enough self-control to truly only watch, and praying that he didn’t. “Good point.”
She picked up her eReader and stood, absently stroking Katya’s hair as Dimitri came closer. He was a big man, wide and solid. Her head came up to just below his collarbone and he smelled really, really good. Crisp and clean, reminding her somehow of the woods in winter. Up close she could see the dark grey eyes and she wanted to rub up against him in the worst way.
Trying to get her libido under control, and figure out if he had a submissive without being obvious, she said, “Would you like your girl to join you?”
The faint lines around his eyes deepened and she had a feeling he was laughing at her even though his expression remained stoic. “I do not have a girl. Do you have Master who will join, beautiful Rya?”
The way he almost growled out the R in her name made her sink deeper into the fog of lust that seemed to surround him. She wasn’t surprised when her voice came out soft as a whisper as she said, “No.”
“Good. If you will show way to your room, I will follow.” Nodding, still caught up in gazing into his eyes, she just stood there before he cleared his throat. “If you will.”
Blinking rapidly, wondering how the hell things had gotten so out of control so quickly, she moved away from him. “Follow me.”
Chapter Three
Dimitri was in hell. Gorgeous, lush, ball-pounding hell.
Across the expansive black marble bathroom, his bathroom, Katya was helping Rya into the warm water of the bath she’d drawn for her temporary Mistress. He’d suggested his room after he found out that Rya had a very nice, but standard bathroom while he had a suite with a massive tub. Plus, the idea of having her here, touching his things appealed to him. He tried to tell himself that they were here merely because he knew his room was secure, but that wasn’t the whole truth. They were here because he wanted Rya in his room and he wanted to keep her here. Giggles rose from behind him and he inwardly groaned. While he could hear their light laughter, he’d been asked to turn his back while Rya got into the bubble bath.
When he’d volunteered for this he envisioned watching one of his favorite things on earth, two women playing with each other. Instead he’d been tortured by being politely, but firmly, asked to avert his eyes whenever Rya was in a state of undress. It made his already unhealthy fascination with the woman grow to an almost unbearable level. He couldn’t think of the last time a woman had refused him…well, anything. That was part of the appeal of only having women he paid for their companionship in his life.