Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (4 page)

His hands arced down my back like he knew my
curves. His hands cupped my ass, hiking up my skirt, squeezing the
hams in a tight pinch.

I squirmed against him. He
continued to pump heat into my mouth, hot breath teasing the entire
time.
There's more where this comes from,
little kitten. So much more.

I imagined him speaking with his movements.
But his feral touch left nothing to the imagination when he began
lifting me off the ground, shoving my tongue past my lips.

His tongue went deep, searching and
stroking.

I grunted. Moaned. Swallowed this deeper
kiss, feeling it press its fire through me, long past the point
where his tongue should've stopped.

The heat was becoming unbearable. My sex
swelled and ached through my clothing, dangerously close to his
searching hands.

We circled through the air and he pushed me
backward into the room, far from the door. Escape was the last
thing on my mind just now.

We were heading straight for that big bed,
where the things that made my heart race waited. His kisses
deepened, even as he threw me across the mattress, collapsing and
covering me with his strong, muscular bulk.

“
Nicholas!” I hissed,
sucking badly needed oxygen when his lips left mine. “This is so
sudden...”

I started to shake beneath him. His hands
hadn't left my ass. Nicholas' fingers toyed beneath my panties,
stroking soft, supple flesh, moving up past my cheeks to the
front.

A single finger moved across my thigh,
skirting over my swollen lips. Panting like an animal, I shuddered
beneath him, brutal expectation heating me to my melting point as
he rested his fingers softly on the thin strip of hair above my
slit.

His kisses skied down my neck. Stubble,
lips, and teeth raked my vulnerable neck.

For an instant, thought he might bite me
there like a legendary Dracula. This mad Russian was certainly
hypnotic and sexy enough to be a vampire.

But he sucked my flesh deep behind his lips,
stroking it with his tongue, making whirls. The wet, slow movements
spread the fire.

I wasn't just squirming anymore. I thrashed,
kicking myself against him, squeezing my legs together. I had to
get his fingers into my virgin opening – anything to satisfy this
killing hunger!

Just when I thought he was about to spread
me open, exploring deeper, everything stopped. Nicholas rose, a
hard look on his face, lifting away from me.

“
What?
What!
Why did you stop?” I
blubbered, wondering if I was even coherent.

My brain was like a big pile of burning
leaves. He'd left me torn, senseless with lust, begging to be split
and ravaged. If he was taking it away now...

“
You're not dressed
properly. Stand up and step into the closet. I want you to look
like a woman before you're stripped bare for me.”

Growling, he grabbed my wrist and jerked me
up from the bed. My head spun.

Without thinking, I felt him press the sleek
lingerie into my hands and shove me gently toward the large walk in
closet attached to the room. I stumbled forward, and yipped when
his hand shot out to my ass.

“
Your real spanking comes
later, little kitten. As beautiful as you are, I won't let your
nosiness go unpunished. Now, go in there and get ready. Prepare for
everything.”

I looked across my shoulder as I slid meekly
behind the wooden door. All the resilient anger foaming up inside
me came apart when I saw his eyes.

Everything about his face,
his posture, his eyes said this wasn't an employer's gentle
request. This was an owner's
ultimatum
, the kind of pitch black
command no woman can resist.

His potent gravity followed me all the way
to the closet as I dropped my clothes and dressed. Concealed in the
darkness, I blushed when I was fully naked, wondering why the hell
I was doing this without even questioning it anymore.

Right there. That terrible wet pulse in my
core is why. I can't...stop...feeling it.

I had to pause for several seconds and grit
my teeth before I pulled on the black lace panties. This steady
fire, this incessant tempo in my blood pounded through me again and
again, until my nerves vibrated like a cello's strings in full
symphony.

The elastic snapped around my waist. I took
a deep breath and stood, hardening myself for whatever was coming
next.

Let's cut the crap,
I told myself.
You
always wanted a worthy man to take your virginity. You wanted a
conqueror's hand, not a lover's soft caress. Stop lying and present
yourself to the only brute man enough to suck your flesh and rove
his hands across your body like he deserves it.

All my instincts nipped relentlessly at my
brain, a pack of wild dogs, lust given imaginary form.

Do it! Do it!
They barked, ready to tear me to pieces if I let
my frigid reason intrude.

I moved. Nicholas had his back turned when I
stepped out of the closet, and I came up behind him. He began to
turn just in time, never relinquishing the stark expression on his
face.

I heard the clink of something light in his
fingers. He had the handcuffs in one hand when I looked down, and
when I looked up, he was smiling again.

“
Hands out, little kitten.
Everything I do feels ten times better when you can't resist, and a
hundred fold when it's a sweet surprise.”

Shaking, I obeyed his order. My small wrists
embraced the cold steel, but it took all my might not to tear up
with anxious fear when he clapped the silver crescents shut.

My breathing picked up when he held up the
blindfold. Throwing his arm around me, Nicholas guided me to the
bed, making sure I was secure and seated when he tied it around my
head.

The thick, black cloth blotted out
everything. Now, I was alone with my seething heat, with him
outside me like an invisible, but all powerful god.

Into your beautiful,
strong hands,
I thought.
Take me.

Nicholas' grip around my shoulders
tightened. He pulled me close, bringing my face so close to his I
felt his breath on my lips.

Then he kissed me, deep and forceful. My
lips opened automatically this time beneath his tongue and teeth,
battering me open, tasting my depths.

My hips swiveled in place, the fire raging
up my center too slick and hot to do anything else. It must've
caught his attention as we kissed.

Next thing I knew, his hand was between my
legs, pressing firmly against my panties. I moaned and pushed into
him, bucking gently against his hand. His fingers shifted,
intentionally hardening near my swollen clit.

I gasped. Our kiss broke, and he moved
lower, falling into the bed and grabbing me with him. He shifted,
and I heard the sound of fabric.

I wasn't sure if his clothes were falling
away or he was letting the curtains slip around us, transforming
the bed into our ultimate private pleasure realm. Maybe both.

“
Hands above your head,
kitten. Let me taste and explore. If you behave, this can be very,
very pleasurable.”

Nicholas moved between my legs. I parted
wide for him, wider still when his hands gripped my thighs, molding
me apart.

He lifted me up to him, kissing and stroking
around my neck with his tongue. His hands reached behind my back
and unhooked the lacy bra.

My breasts fell into his waiting hands a
second later. Brute heat flared higher, higher, climaxing in a
hissing rage when he found my nipples.

“
Oh! Ow!” I jerked,
twitching in mixed pain and pleasure. Hell, I wasn't sure where the
boundary was anymore.

He destroyed it. A clean slate, replacing
everything I thought I knew about fleshy delights with a rougher
knowledge.

Nicholas pinched my nipples tight, drawing
his mouth to them as he held them between his fingers, sucking and
nipping at their hard tips. He forced them back to softness,
sending lightning racing through me.

Then the evil movements started.

Evil because they had no business feeling so
blindingly good. Evil because they turned the darkness in my eyes
bright red, a whirling crimson canvass shaking with stars. Most of
all, evil because he pinched, licked, and stroked my body like he
owned it – and I was seriously enjoying it!

My hips sliced at the air, pressing tight to
his flesh. I temporarily forgot his old command, lifting my bound
hands toward him, around his broad neck.

So, he'd undressed after all. Hard, warm,
smooth flesh rippled beneath my fingers, like stone brought to life
by pure lust.

Nicholas lifted away. He left me writhing
and purring softly on the bed beneath him, ready for him to return
to my aching nipples. Or better, somewhere lower.

“
Roll over, kitten. I
haven't forgotten the most important part...”

I leaned up, wondering what the hell he was
talking about. But I'd put my faith in him this far...I rolled.

The second I was settled again, I heard a
soft, shrill whistle shifting through the air. His tight clenched
palm impacted my little ass. Hard.

I lurched backward. Forward. Whimpering as
the fire inside me swelled a hundred fold – exactly like he
said.

It burned so good. So bad.

A dozen different fires kindled at once,
worlds perched between pain and pleasure, an animal heat with the
power to thrill or torment. Easily both.

“
That's for disobeying me
twice, little April! Don't do it a third time. Do you understand
me, kitten!” His warm hand rested over the redness he'd painted on
my ass.

Nicholas' opposite hand seized my hair,
dragging my ear toward his angry lips. He jerked my hair a second
time, whipping me with my own head.

“
Yes! Yes! Whatever you
want...”

Whatever.
I regretted the word, but nothing else seemed
appropriate.

“
Not good enough,” he
whispered softly.

My eyes went wide behind the blindfold. Too
late.

A second spank impacted the opposite side of
my ass, branding the other cheek with an identical ring of fire. I
jumped, moving my shaking thighs into the mattress, trying to
escape the explosion and find cool relief in the sheets.

He hit my ass a third time. A fourth.

Five, six, seven, eight...

By the tenth whack, I was digging my teeth
into my lower lip, releasing a half-moan, half-scream each time the
blows came. But I expected them now.

The body adapts remarkably quick. My red
little ass wasn't burning with bee stings anymore. No, this was a
delicious fire like peppermint, marinating me to the core, linking
up with desire's natural burn and amplifying it.

Nicholas stopped. I heard him breathing
heavy, struggling for breath, recharging the possessive energy he'd
just sent streaming into me.

Shifting, I moaned, realizing the bulge
between my cheeks was his bare cock. And it was absolutely rigid, a
thick root plumped and smoothed by foundry fire.

“
Do you want this inside
you?” He growled in my ear. “Do you want it deep, kitten? Ripping,
stretching, pounding your sweet little cunt? I fuck as hard as I
spank.”

Oh! I had no idea...

A sardonic smile curled on my lips,
mirroring the electric aftershocks shooting through my body. “Do
it, sir. Whenever you're ready...I am too.”

“
Has any man taken you
like this? Answer me truthfully.” He pulled my hair, touching his
steaming lips to my soft earlobe as he spoke.

“
No. No man. Only you,
sir. Only you...”

My answer seemed to satisfy him. He touched
my legs softly and began to roll me over, turning me on my back so
I was flat and ready for whatever came next.

This big thumbs hooked on both sides of my
hips. He pulled, hard and fast, flinging my panties away from my
body.

I was totally naked now, a tender fruit
peeled and ready for his enjoyment, wearing nothing but the cuffs
and blindfold. At least my new flush was hidden in the redness that
started with his kisses and crested with the spanking.

I could hide my rosy virgin skin. But I
couldn't hide the way I reacted when he moved low, grabbed my hips,
and planted those powerful lips to my slit.

His tongue darted up. He licked up, hard and
sudden, only increasing his speed as I started to scream.

My clit throbbed against his lips. He kissed
it gently once, then pushed my thighs wider with his hands, poising
it between his sharp teeth.

It beat against his tongue again and again,
a prisoner to pleasure. Fireballs spat through me, straight from my
throbbing little nub up to my brain. The burning coals blew apart
and rained back down, pushing every nerve and muscle I owned into a
wonderful, primal chaos.

Ten licks in, I came. Blinding ecstasy
yanked a scarlet field across my vision. I saw hot, churning suns
and beet red skies as surrendered, mashing my flesh to his mouth,
gushing on his tongue.

Twenty-one years of sexual frustration
between my legs, spilling onto his lips, and still he kept sucking.
He licked and stroked through my quaking, spasming flesh without
missing a beat.

The firestorm yawned wider, and burned so
much hotter. My well tanned ass throbbed along with the rest of me,
flesh and muscle convulsing as one, a beautiful harmony led by the
wild conductor between my legs.

I came, and when I couldn't anymore, the
current lingered at my body's extremes. Toes, fingers, and muscles
fired randomly, warming me all over the place.