Alexandr's Cherished Submissive (28 page)

He ground his pelvis against hers, hitting her clit just right and making her scream out his name. The taste of his salt filled her mouth as their lips met, his kiss devouring her as she shuddered against him. Her release was building in her, almost there, and it was going to be so very, very big.

“Come for me. Grip my cock, my filthy girl.”

Just like that, electricity raced through her nervous system, tensing all her muscles, and she bit his shoulder, hard, when her orgasm crashed over her. Alex let out a startled bellow and ground himself into her body while he came inside of her. She could feel each pulse of his cock, and he twitched and groaned as she writhed beneath him, her overstimulated pussy tightening every time he surged into her. Once he was finally wrung out, he collapsed next to her and let out a weak chuckle, his hot breath warming the sweat on her face.

Damn, sex with Alex was awesome. Super awesome. Her hormone-saturated brain couldn’t think of anything greater than that. Hell, she was struggling to breathe.

“I think your greedy pussy sucked me dry. Fuck.”

Floating in bliss, she turned her head to look at him and smiled. “Yep.”

He blinked, then began to laugh, and pulled her to him, arranging her so her cheek rested on his chest, his lips against her hair. This seemed to be the spot he liked. She went to curl into him, but felt a bit of him seeping out and grimaced. There was no way she was sleeping in a wet spot.

When she tried to move he grumbled, “Stay.”

“I have to clean up.”

He opened one lazy eye. “Shower, bring back washcloth with you. I want you to clean me, then suck me, then ride me.”

She hurried to the bathroom, eager to enjoy every moment she had with Alex.

Early the next morning, just as the sun was rising, she woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Blah, traveling always sapped her energy. That and being Alex’s fuck toy last night. He’d used her every way he saw fit and then some. She loved it all, wanted more, and sucked his cock back to hardness more than once just so she could feel the bliss of him entering her body.

She sighed, the scent of sex still heavy in the air. They should really open a window. If the cleaning ladies came in here, the pheromones might kill them. And if Alex was still asleep next to her when the unsuspecting staff opened the door, they’d get a glimpse of a world-class perfect ass that any woman in her right mind would want to grope. The temptation to touch him filled her, and she grinned at the sight of her teeth marks on one of his perfect ass cheeks. Alex had become rough and growly at one point, pinning her over and over again as she tried to fight him off. It was pretend, of course, but she loved the freedom he’d given her to really try and give it her all without fear of hurting him. The moment when she’d finally given in, exhausted and panting beneath him, he’d slide slowly and gently—if such a thing was possible for a man of his girth—into her.

Her sex began to tingle then ache in protest. She was ridden hard last night, for sure, and she rode him hard a couple times as well, which might have something to do with her Jello legs. Before she moved out of bed, she leaned over and whispered in Alex’s ear.

“I have to use the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

He lazily opened one eye, and when his sleepy gaze found her face, he smiled. “You will not run away again?”

Unable to resist, she leaned forward on her sore arms and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I can’t run anywhere right now. My body has been…well-used.”

The smug look he gave her irritated her, even if it was well-deserved. She’d finally found a man with a sexual appetite to match her own, but goodness, her body was not ready to fulfill her greed for him. Even her mouth was sore from endless kissing, and she wondered if her lips looked as swollen as they felt.

“Take bath. In my bag, there is clear glass jar with some bath salts. Use that. Is special mixture I have for sore body.”

His words were thick with sleep. She smiled, then leaned back, and pulled the comforter over him. “Thanks.”

Leaving him to get some more rest, she wobbled to the master bathroom, sighing with delight. It was the most beautiful bathroom she’d ever been in, and she was totally in love with it. Gleaming bronze marble, antique brass accents coupled with some of the most beautiful mosaic work done in turquoise and gold. Unusual and gorgeous. The marble bath was deep, and she grinned when she noticed there were two taps for filling the tub up. It was that big. After turning the water on, she stumbled over to the vanity and brushed her teeth, and her stomach growled.

She thought that maybe she should eat first, but she felt grungy. Their energetic bouts of sex had often resulted in both of them collapsing in a sweaty heap. A quiver of arousal tightened her nipples, and she winced and looked down. Alex had mauled her poor breasts, and she could see his bite mark on the side of her cleavage near her heart. Shit, it hurt to touch it. She should be a little more pissed off at him for bruising her like this, but she’d bitten him worse. His yelp then growl had been sexy enough that she tempted him into taking her again.

Groaning, she rinsed off quickly in the shower before eyeing the tub. It was more than half full, and she figured that was good enough for her. Steam rose into the air, swirling in the diffused light coming in through the smoked glass windows.

The bath salts smelled like Alex’s cologne, and she sank into the water slowly, her body protesting every shift. Man, she needed to take up yoga and start doing cardio. Then again, she could keep having energetic sex with Alex and be in the best shape of her life. She could probably start a new exercise craze, the nympho workout.

That thought made her giggle as she relaxed her head back on the awesome padded headrest things on either end of the tub. The space was large enough that even stretched out her full length her feet didn’t touch the other edge of the tub, and she floated. It was absolute heaven, and she let out a grateful moan as her muscles began to relax. The heat seeped into her, calming her as she lazily kept watch on the rising water level.

She must have closed her eyes at some point because the water shut off, the sudden absence of noise startling her out of her doze. Before she could freak out, Alex had her in his arms, pulling her to the side of the tub with him. He reclined back on the padded surface then pulled her to him so she was floating in his arms with her back to his front. Too comfortable to protest, she merely gave into his hold and sighed.

“This feel so good.” His cock twitched beneath her at her breathy tone and she snorted. “If you think you’re putting that thing in me anytime soon, you’re crazy.”

“I used you rough,” he whispered against her neck. “I am sorry I lost control.”

“Don’t be. I loved it. No one has ever given me their passion like you do. It’s addicting.”

“Good, I want you addicted to me.” He kissed her neck. “Room service will be here soon. There are a selection of clothes that have been brought in for you to choose from.”

“What?”

He smiled as he ran his hand over her face, his touch light and perfect. “One of my friends is here, Nico with his girlfriend Catrin, who is a world-renowned stylist, though she’s retired now from the fashion industry. She is familiar with the events we are going to so she will be able to help you find something for those occasions.”

“Oh.” Apprehension filled her at the thought of leaving Alex’s side. “Are you coming with us?”

“
Nyet
,
prinsessa moya
. I have business.”

“Oh. Is this business dangerous?”

“No more than usual.”

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, “That’s not very reassuring.”

She expected him to be irritated. Instead, he gently kissed her bruised cheek. “I think the sex is good for you. Mark on cheek has faded.”

She’d noticed that when she brushed her teeth, but she wouldn’t let him distract her. “Can you at least tell me if the woman I’m going with is safe?”

“Catrin is the beloved of Nico Tezkin, an old friend of mine who was raised in a rough ghetto in northern Russia. First generation Russian, his parents had been brought there from Somalia as workers to fish the Barents Sea. His father died in storm out at sea, leaving behind Nico, his mother, and his three sisters. Was not good. Nico clawed his way out of ghetto, took care of his family, and now owns one of the best pharmaceutical businesses in the world. Is good man, does much charity work. Is how he met Catrin.”

He got out, and she followed suit, wrapping her hair up in a towel while he dried her off, his touch lingering. She patted her hair and watched him admire her body as he dried it. “And how did they meet?”

“Catrin’s father is boring politician who needed to kiss Nico’s ass. They were at one of those dull dinners that seemed to never end, and according to Nico, his eyes met Catrin’s across the table, and that was it. He was in love.”

She couldn’t stop the flush that burned the tips of her ears. “Love at first sight, huh?”

Avoiding his gaze, she went into the bedroom and smiled at the sight of three different, lovely outfits on the bed. She dismissed the bright green dress, feeling like she’d glow as she walked down the street, and focused on the remaining two. Alex moved around behind her while she studied the clothes. After her brunch yesterday among Italy’s most beautiful people, she had a newfound appreciation for fashion. Of course, she’d watched those brain-candy fashion shows on TV, but it was a little different looking at it on the screen and seeing it spread out on a bed.

The dress on the left was a classic cream strapless sundress. It was fitted through the bodice with a sweetheart neckline lined in yellow ribbon and flared out a bit at the hips. There was an underskirt of yellow silk and a pair of awesome red leather wedge sandals. The dress on the right was a appealing purple confection with lots of embellishments, a little too fancy for her taste. The heels with that dress were stilettos, and she did not want to walk the streets of Rome in those torture devices. The wedges were tall, but they wouldn’t kill her feet as much. And she was less likely to fall.

She hoped.

With her decision made, she began to get dressed, smiling at the sight of the lacy white panties and strapless bra that went with the dress. Thankfully, her hair would dry pin straight, but she tried to smooth it down as she brushed it back then twisted it up, digging through her makeup bag to find more hairpins while Alex talked on the phone. By the time he was finished, she was slipping in her small gold hoop earrings, a birthday gift from her best friend. Homesickness tightened her stomach for a moment at the thought of how much she needed to tell her best friend about how her world had changed, how it had become an exciting and frightening place that she sometimes didn’t recognize.

“Jessica,” Alex whispered, and she let out a soft sigh at their reflections in the mirror.

He stood behind her, and she came up to just under his chin without her heels on. His broad shoulders framed her body. The softness of his black suit jacket brushed against her, and she once again marveled at how debonair he looked. The black and yellow tie he wore complimented her dress, and she wondered if he’d done it on purpose.

He bent down and pressed his lips to the side of her throat, lightly licking her skin and causing pleasure to spark through her. “You have a beautiful neck, graceful and elegant. Like ballerina.”

She giggled, the compliment making her both uncomfortable and happy. “Thanks. You have a beautiful everything, big and hard like a sex god.”

That made him chuckle, and she beamed at him, enjoying the open happiness on his usually guarded face.

There was a knock on the door, and as soon as she smelled the food, she was starving. They ate quickly, almost wolfing down their breakfast. By the time she’d drank the last of her coffee, she was full and sleepy. Alex smiled at her from across the table.

“I like that look on you.”

“What look?”

“Pleased, content.” He frowned momentarily. “Is hard to find word, so I explain. It is plain for any man to see when he looks at you that you are happy to be my woman, that I am taking care of you and providing for you. That I am doing my job of being your man. Is very important to me that you are satisfied, content. If man who wanted you were to see you upset, he might think he could lure you away.”

“Alex, no one is going to try to lure me away.”

He shrugged. “Besides, when I see you like this, it makes me feel good inside.”

She reached behind her and touched the rough hair of his goatee. “You don’t need to go to all these crazy lengths to make me happy, Alex. The only thing I want is you.”

He kissed her wrist. “Come, you make me forget myself. I take you somewhere special.”

The rapid thunder of her pulse filled Jessica’s head as they stood before an elegant store not too far from their hotel, down the Spanish Steps and off on one of the side streets. The building she stared at was made of a beige stone, with three amazing brass-lined arches splitting up the façade. The window on her left held glittering diamond necklaces and bracelets, each exquisite and amazing. The window on her right displayed what looked like an emerald jewelry suite with stones bigger than her thumb nail in the necklace and earrings. The marble arch in the center led to the front doors of the famous Bvlgari jewelry store.

What the hell were they doing here?

Her apprehension must have registered with Alex, or he noticed that she was frozen in place.

“Jessica?”

Behind her, Maks took a step closer, his eyes, covered by sunglasses, constantly scanned the crowd that flowed around them. He was also in a perfectly tailored gray suit that set off his red hair nicely and clung to his lean frame. She had to admit, it was enjoyable being surrounded by so much male yumminess.

They were in some crazy high-end shopping district, and she was glad she had dressed up. Gorgeous women strutted their stuff left and right, their swaying walk meant to entice the male eye while their haughty expression told men to back off. Look, but don’t touch—until they caught sight of Alex. Their gazes would warm as they took him in. He ignored them and kept his attention focused on her, more specifically, on anyone near her. Ahead of them, Krom played advance guard while one of Uncle Peter’s men made sure they weren’t being followed.