Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive (Submissive's Wish) by Ann Mayburn Page A

thinking she sat up, then crawled across the bed to him, trying to give him a mean look. “Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m not tough.”
    He stared at her, then began to laugh, full-on, busting-a-rib laughing. Annoyed, she poked him in the ribs. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
    His laughter cut off abruptly and he flattened her on her back in a lightening quick move, his weight pinning her there in the most delicious way possible. For a long moment he looked down at her, then slowly shook his head. “You are different submissive.”
    “In a good way or a bad way?”
    “Good. I am used to more…meek? Follows orders, no talking back.”
    “You mean boring?” She leaned up and rubbed her lips against his, sighing when he shifted and his hard cock pressed against her thigh.
    “I think you are what Americans call a brat, yes?”
    Busted.
    “I might have been called that once or twice.”
    He stroked her hair back from her face and she turned her cheek, nuzzling into his hand. “Then I will need to be strict with you.”
    The idea at once aroused her and scared her. It was easier to keep things light, easy when a Master allowed her little bits of defiance. She’d only had two Masters actually force her to behave. One had been an asshole who’d turned out to be all about the chase, the taming, and the other one had been a good Master who’d moved out of her area for work. Of all the men she’d been with, those two had left their mark on her the most, and she felt a little coil of apprehension tighten her gut as she looked up at Dimitri.
    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