Ivan's Captive Submissive (Submissive's Wish) by Ann Mayburn Page B

cold she still was as the numbness faded from her limbs. Little pinpricks of pain came from her hands then Ivan placed another two gel packs down by her feet. 
    When he pulled her into his arms he resumed stroking her. “Gia, are you okay?”
    She nodded, then snuggled closer to him.
    “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t know you weren’t aware this was all fake.”
    Her teeth chattered as she looked up at him, but she managed to stutter out, “What?”
    “You aren’t really kidnapped. I won you at the auction. I was trying to fulfill your capture fantasy so I staged the kidnapping.”
    “You…asshole,” she managed to stutter out. Anger warmed her blood and she gripped the gel pack, releasing another rush of heat to her frigid hands. “You fucking asshole!”
    “Your throat sounds dry, let me get you some water.”
    She wanted to kick him in the nuts and cover him with kisses at the same time. Most of all, she was immensely relieved to know she wasn’t going to die and wasn’t losing her mind by falling for her captor. When he lifted her gently to help her drink, she could see the guilt and regret in his gaze.
    After she was done, he recapped the bottle and helped her turn in the tight bag so her icy back was to his front. When she pressed her cold butt against his groin he yelped. “Shit!”
    He brushed her hair to the side and began to kiss her icy ear, slowly warming it with his lips and breath. “I’m so sorry, Gia. I will return you immediately and pay for any therapy you need. I cannot begin to tell you how ashamed I am of myself and my actions. To know that I caused you fear is intolerable to me.”
    The way he rubbed his hand over her hip combined with his lips on her skin started a burning warmth of another nature. Fifteen minutes ago she’d been sure she was going to die alone out here, and now she had this big, gloriously warm male touching her with such tenderness. When her shivers subsided and heat continued to build within the bag, she finally let out a long sigh.
    “I’m hungry.”
    He sat up, being careful to not let the heat escape from the bag. Now that her brain had thawed she watched him as he dug through the pack. He really was a handsome man, if in an unconventional way. While she was still pissed at him, she also felt bad for Ivan. He obviously felt terrible that he hadn’t figured out she really didn’t know what was going on. When he handed her the energy bar she quickly ate it and washed it down with big gulps of water. The air outside the bag was frigid so she quickly snuggled up to Ivan.
    “They will find us soon,” he said in a low voice against the top of her head. “The helicopter is looking for me and it will see my flashlight shining through the trees.”
    Rubbing her face against the soft fur of his chest hair, she wrapped her arms around him as best she could. “I’m so happy you’re not a criminal.”
    He stiffened, then laughed and relaxed against her. “Me too.”
    “Did you really not know I wasn’t aware this was a fake kidnapping?”
    He shook his head, the movement rubbing his face against her hair. “I thought you were a very good actress. Though I’m glad to say I know your climaxes weren’t fake.”
    The way she’d orgasmed over and over for him, doing anything he wanted, giving herself to him made her sex contract. He smelled so good and he’d rescued her. She was going to live. That probably deserved some type of reward.
    Moving her arm down his torso, she let her fingertips trace the firm sections of his muscles and marveled at how little body fat he had. When she reached the indentation of his belly button he grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
    In response, she moved her head until she could rub her lips over one of his hard nipples. “I’m thanking you.”
    “No, it is not necessary.” She used her other hand reach between them and cup his increasingly hard cock in her fist. He groaned then said, “Please, Gia, you don’t have to