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Ivan's Captive Submission by Ann Mayburn
Submissive Wish Series

Contemporary BDSM Romance

Fated Desires Publishing

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When Gia Lopez signs up for the Submissive's Wish Charity Auction she has no idea that she's about to be bought by a Russian Dom who will do anything to make her fantasies come true. Including staging an elaborate kidnapping that Gia believes is real. Ivan is instantly drawn to Gia and he wants to be the best Master she's ever had. As he spends time with Gia he begins to have intense feelings for the strong, independent, and sexy American woman. He's only won a week of her service but wishes to keep her forever.

  Unaware of Ivan’s true feelings, Gia fights her growing emotional attachment to him. All she wants is to settle down with a nice Dom in the United States, continue her career, and live a normal life. However, Ivan sets a plan into motion that will push Gia to all of her limits and take her on a global journey of self-discovery, extreme pleasure, and love.

Warning: Contains Erotic Spanking, Subspace, f/f situations, a devastatingly sexy Dom who knows what he wants, and a submissive who just might be ready to give him what he needs.

Adult Teaser:

He stroked her arms and nuzzled his face against the side of her neck. “Gia, right now, you belong to me. Every inch of your body is mine to do with as I see fit. You have no choice in anything, but I promise you that, if you do as I say, you will have nothing but pleasure. Do not fear me, dorogaya. This is all for your pleasure.”

Blood rushed to her sex and she sincerely hoped that, despite being spread wide open to Dimitri’s gaze, she hoped he couldn’t see how wet she was behind the fine black mesh of her robe. Her arousal was the most humiliating thing of all. Despite the gravity of her situation, and the sheer evil of the kind of man who would kidnap and ransom a woman for money, she was growing needier by the second.

Ivan began to gently kiss the side of her neck, and the soft, delicious touches of his lips to her skin almost brought a moan to her lips. In a perfect world, Ivan would have bought her and she’d be back in the limo with him, having glorious sex, soothing the ache of her pussy with his hard cock. Instead, she had to view him as an enemy and escape at the first possible opportunity.

He continued to stroke her, soothing her body even if his touch only made her mind more conflicted. Part of her wanted to relax into his petting, to take whatever pleasure she could from this awful situation. Another part was afraid if she gave in to his unspoken demands, she’d only be opening herself for further hurt. After all, if they thought she was some easy slut, she might be passed around to her captors like a sex toy. Her hips shifted at the thought and she was not going to acknowledge how disturbingly hot that idea was.

 His lips grazed her ear, and she tensed as her sex contracted against her will. That energy between them flared to life, and even though she was in a dimly lit helicopter flying to God knows where, she wanted him. His touch gentled, but remained strong and demanding, coaxing feelings from her reluctant body that put all of her previous notions of arousal to shame.

The warmth of his breath bathed her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry, beautiful girl. In addition to being an opportunistic extortionist, I’m also a Dominant.” He licked the shell of her ear, and she didn’t even bother to try to stop her moan. “In this case, I’m your Dominant and you are my beautiful, sweet, submissive who will serve my every need.”

She pawed weakly at his hand as he cupped her breast, pinching her nipple hard and making her yearn to close her legs. The man sitting across from them had a direct view of her most intimate parts, spread and displayed for him. She must look so wanton, squirming against Ivan, and making the occasional needy whimper. Hell, she could feel her wetness dripping down between her butt cheeks.

He gave her breast a hard squeeze. “What do you say to your Master, girl?”

On the last word, his voice dipped to a low rumble that was almost like a growl. So demanding, so possessive. He had absolute control in this moment. She would be a fool if she didn’t capitulate to his demands. Being tortured didn’t interest her in the least. But being pleasured did.

“Yes, Master.”

With a contented sigh he kissed her forehead. “My beautiful slave.”

His arms loosened until she could have pushed away if she wanted. No doubt he was testing her. She would play along and at some point he’d get careless and she’d escape. And so what if he turned her on. It was a physical reaction that couldn’t be helped.

Yeah, right.

He parted her robe and she tried to close her legs. She did not like being so exposed before the other man. While she’d already capitulated to Ivan, that didn’t mean she was going to be passed around like some party favor. He folded back the robe in a surprisingly artful manner, displaying her body and framing her.

“Look at this skin, like heavily creamed coffee.” He ran his fingers down her ribs. “You need to eat more. Another fifteen pounds would fill you out.”

She tried to keep her voice calm, but a bit of her anger seeped out. “I like how I am. Can we please not do this in front of…well, whoever the hell that guy is? I mean, are you one of those guys who can’t get stiff without another guy watching?”

Ivan tensed behind her and she got a terrible sinking feeling in her stomach. Once again, her suicidal mouth couldn’t help snarking off to her Dominant. Apprehension had her afraid to move, to even breathe. He remained silent and she risked a glance at the man in the ski mask. His blue eyes glittered intensely, his mouth set into a firm line. She was pretty sure he was pissed and closed her eyes, awaiting her punishment.

“Malyshka let me assure you the only thing I need to get off are your sweet moans and tears. Now, because you are begging for it, I will give you a lesson on what my ownership of you means.”

He shifted and she flinched, but he did nothing more than adjust his cock so it was seated between the cheeks of her ass, separated by her thin robe and his pants. “I’m sorry, Master. Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Hurting you doesn’t interest me, Gia. I want to possess you, to dominate you, to make you my willing slave. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Oh, God, why did this psychopath have to be the one who knew the words that would open her heart to him?

He smoothed his hands over her hips and down her thighs, his pale skin standing out in contrast to her dark tan. She loved how big his hands were, the rough feel of his palms on her. Tingles ran through her at his touch. She longed to press her legs together, not so much to hide herself from the still silent man sitting across from them, but to find relief for her throbbing need with a hard squeeze of her thighs.

“Mmm, dorogaya, I can smell your wet cunt. Your body understands what your mind still refuses to admit. I am your Master; my desire is your pleasure. Your pussy, your tits, your mouth, they all belong to me and I will use them as I see fit. Do not worry, I will help you learn this lesson well.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice stuttered on the last word and she hoped he thought it was from fear, not desire.

About the Author

With over thirty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that   often  was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she's weird and that sarcasm doesn't translate well via text. You can find her at:

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