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

beneath him handed him her heart, but he only allowed himself a small smile. “Good girl.”
    He stared down at her, bemused by the way she kept surprising him. Little Rya was a complex woman and he found himself constantly fascinated by a new side of her. It was as if most women were a clear crystal ball, pretty but transparent. Rya was a diamond cut into a million facets, each brilliant and beautiful, but hidden until carefully observed from just the right angle.
    Right now, he was looking at a very vulnerable woman, one who had to know he could dominate her. He could already see her need to try to retake control creeping in. It was in the way she tensed slightly beneath him, as if testing his hold on her, the manner in which her gaze darted about his face, studying him. The man lucky enough to become Rya’s Master would never be bored.
    Pain lanced through his heart at the knowledge that it wouldn’t be him, but he pushed it away. He forced away thoughts of the future, focusing on the present and this woman. Once again, the image of a wild rabbit came to mind, a creature that could be so soft and cuddly, yet boldly outrun even the fiercest of predators because they were smart. How ironic that he, a wolf, wanted to protect the little rabbit from the other predators, to keep her safe and his alone.
    Before his thoughts could turn to more out of character and forbidden emotions, he pushed off of her. “Give me your left arm and your left leg.”
    She automatically obeyed and the motion revealed her pussy to him. Such a beautiful cunt, flushed a dusky pink, the full lips of her sex shiny with her arousal. Kissing her pussy was the softest sensation he’d ever had against his mouth. He couldn’t wait to split her plump labia with his cock. All in good time. First, he needed to get her in the right headspace.
    He picked up the big black leather gauntlet and first pulled her calf through, then her forearm so it was on the outside of her calf. This made her pull her leg back towards her chest as she lay on her back, opening her pussy to him. “Is okay?”
    Looking a little bit apprehensive, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
    “Good. Do you need a cookie?”
    She giggled and some of the tension in her limbs eased. “No, Master. No cookie needed here. I trust you.”
    He began to tighten the laces and watched her carefully as he restricted her movements, searching for any sign of panic. While he knew not being able to breathe was a trigger for her, he wanted to make sure it wouldn’t remind her of drowning if she felt restrained. The memory of her almost dying made him pause to steal a quick kiss before he finished cinching up her leg and arm. After repeating the actions with her right arm and leg, he stood back and admired her. Her legs were up and spread wide, her arms pushed upwards and held next to her calves, which opened her pussy and mounded her breasts for his pleasure.
    Beautiful. All pale gold skin and dark hair, and the apricot pink of her mouth and nipples made his mouth water. She had a delicious, rich taste to her arousal, an earthy flavor that he wanted more of. It was as if the essence of sex had been distilled into her honey, a unique blend just for him. Unable to resist, he stroked the plump mound of her cunt, loving the exquisite softness. She let out a low, shuddering moan, jerking at her restraints without even being aware of it.
    “Rya, look at me.”
    She lifted her head and her breath left her in an audible rush as he began to unbutton his shirt. He kept his body in good shape, strong enough to kill any who threatened him, hard enough to break the fist of those who dared strike out at him. Women liked his body, he’d been told this on numerous occasions, but as he slowly pulled his shirt off he watched her carefully for her reaction to his tattoos.
    She pulled at her restraints and breathed out, “Holy shit,” as her gaze roamed his torso.
    He watched as her eyes traced over the Cyrillic writing