Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (9 page)

I never wanted you to kill for me...even
someone so deserving. Oh, Nikolai, what have I done by coming
here?

He stood a moment later. The door burst open
next to us. I jumped, wondering if I could withstand another
dangerous surprise, even as he pulled me close to his chest.

I relaxed a little when I saw they were his
men in their gray and black fatigues, swinging their guns around
the narrow hall to ensure all threats had been neutralized. The
door flapped on its hinges, giving glimpses of the bodies littering
a shot up SUV.

“
It's all over now,
kitten. No one will ever hurt you again. And I'll die a thousand
times before they hurt our children.”

He growled, pulling me close. I was already
on the verge, but it was my turn to totally break down. I sobbed on
his smooth jacket, mashing my face into his chest, wishing I could
undo the whole awful scene that had just unfolded.

But awful or not, I still had him. Nikolai
and his muscles, his heart of steel, humming its steady music not
far beneath my ear.

Even through the hot tears stinging my
cheeks and saturating his chest, I smiled.

Yes! Whatever horror comes...I've made the
right choice. This is my home, my man, and it's here I'm going to
stay.

Nikolai was due to meet the business
delegation from Finland tomorrow. Something about developing land
he owned near the border into a resort for Scandinavian
tourists.

My hand tightened in his the second I saw my
father.

Just remember to
breathe,
I reminded myself.
We're in a public place. He won't dare embarrass
himself too much in front of his well heeled colleagues. And at
least I'm not showing yet...

It had been three months since we buried
Natasha. A little more than two since I realized I was
pregnant.

“
You're okay, kitten?”
Nikolai looked at me sideways as we walked deeper into the room,
toward the wiry man with the mustache refilling his champagne
glass.

“
Peachy. Let's just get
this over with.” I refrained from rolling my eyes – only
barely.

Nikolai suppressed a
laugh. I recognized
that
smile.

“
Dad? It's good to see you
again...” I tried to speak as firmly as possible, but the words
inevitably weakened when they left my lips.

He turned. Behind his dark framed
spectacles, I saw a glimmer of surprise, amusement. But not at
me.

“
Oh, hello, April. And
this must be...” He extended a hand.

“
Nicholas Vladimirovich
Voroshlov. A pleasure to meet you.”

“
I'm Edmund Gallaway. I
already know about you, sir, and I'm sure my daughter has told you
plenty about me.”

Well, at least they shook hands without
bursting into flames. My father released the big Russian grip and
sipped his champagne.

“
You've done better than I
thought you would. I'll give you that,” he said to me with a
wink.

I cocked my head, seriously questioning
whether or not he was drunk. Or was he just trying to embarrass
me?

Okay, Dad. Might as well get on with the big
news.

“
We're getting married,
you know. I would've waited for Mom to tell you the news, but I
didn't think the invitation would've made it overseas in
time.”

He stopped. I watched my father's hand press
on the tall champagne glass, squeezing the bulb like a frail
tulip.

He started to laugh. I slowly turned to
Nikolai, and saw that my lover, my sir, was already looking at me
with the same befuddled look.

“
I'm sorry, I need a
minute here,” Dad said, blotting at his eyes with his sleeve.
“You're not joking? I just had to check.”

Nikolai's face darkened. “No, Mr. Gallaway.
This is no joke.”

“
Then you've got my
blessing, if you're really going through with it. Sorry for being
such a smart ass the last time we spoke, April.”

“
What?” I clicked my
tongue against my teeth in surprise.

This wasn't like him. Not even close.

“
I thought you'd shacked
up with some grimy mobster or a Kremlin functionary. I was
seriously worried,” he said, easing his words when he caught the
warning glance from Nikolai. “Then I heard about your old
housekeeper and that battle with the Bratva...you have my
condolences, Mr. Voroshlov.”

Nikolai nodded. “Call me Nicholas.”

“
Nicholas...yes, I read
about it with great interest. Took me a little while to figure out
the girl in the Helsinki Standard article was my daughter! That was
when I realized she'd hooked up with a real Russian man. Not a
filthy mobster. You put yourself on the line for her, and who am I
to say that doesn't count for everything?”

Nikolai's hand tightened
on mine. I coughed dryly, a little choked up on disbelief that Dad
had really said
hooked up.

Let alone the fact that he
was approving –
approving!
– us.

“
I'll fly your mother and
Matthew over from London a week before you guys are ready. When's
the big date?”

Nikolai began telling him all about the
arrangements. I had to release his grip and go for a tall drink
myself.

I really wished I could've hit the vodka or
the champagne. Instead, I had to settle for citrus infused mineral
water. Being pregnant sure had its drawbacks, but all this anxiety
made me thirsty as hell.

Walking around with Dad here wasn't nearly
as bad as I'd expected. It was like a three ton slab had been
lifted off my back, and I could finally fly, soaring into the early
summer light streaming in through the St. Petersburg hotel's high
windows.

I smiled, settling in a chair off to the
side, a few feet from the two most important men in my life. I told
myself I wouldn't sit for long. If Dad found out I was already
pregnant, it might unravel everything.

Besides, I had one more thing to be happy
about: when my golden boy brother saw this place, he'd flip. Seeing
my big brother realize I'd bagged a man far wealthier than him was
well worth a few awkward moments with dear old Dad.

“
Harder, kitten. Slam your
sweet hips into me. You're not big yet. There's plenty of time to
fuck you the same way as before...”

Nikolai slapped my bare ass. I panted on top
of him, slowly running my tongue across my blazing lips.

They were as hot as my nipples. The clamps
he'd hooked there on a small chain chimed each time I thrust down
on his strong cock.

Twin metal prongs bit deep into my sensitive
flesh, almost as eagerly as my Sir's mouth. Almost.

He grabbed for my bound wrists, pulling them
over his head, looping them across his broad neck. He'd knotted the
maroon scarf tight around my hands, a gift from his business
contact in Tashkent, too elegant for BDSM.

Except it wasn't. Nikolai found a place for
it much sweeter than being wrapped around my head.

My hold with the scarf gave him exactly what
he needed: more of that wicked leverage to thrust up into me, high
and hot like a rocket, straight toward the womb he'd filled with
his baby.

Holy fuck!
A sharp realization hit me through all the
fire.
If he's this aggressive now – what's
it going to be like on our wedding night?

It was only a week away now. I peered
through the slit in the curtains, past the small crack in the
closet where my white dress hung, secure in its dark protector.

I rolled my hips into his
crotch harder. Fucking, loving, pleasing this man was my whole
reality now, and the pleasure anchored me to it, reminding me just
how
real
everything had become.

Nikolai grunted. He positioned his hands on
my ass again. His palms clapped my flesh in sharp, resounding slaps
whenever I slowed.

All the separate, spidery electric currents
inside me flowed into one. The familiar fireball returned to my
womb, building like a nascent sun.

“
Oh...oh, sir. Oh, fuck!”
I sputtered, digging my small teeth into my bottom lip.

Nikolai knew that sound. He knew it meant I
had to be slammed harder, pistoned with his cock, scratched hard
from the inside-out with all his manpower.

His fingers held my little ass down as I
tried to keep rolling and bobbing with all my might. My breasts
still flopped in his face, the small chain between my delectably
sore nipples rankling in time to our strokes.

I watched his hard, muscular landscape jerk
beneath me. My breasts, my hips, all my curves rolled toward him,
about to tighten and twitch with the release they craved.

I thought about our wedding night, and then
beyond. Soon, my breasts and stomach would be stretched, swollen
and ready to give birth to our baby. And then Nikolai would waste
no time taking me again, transforming my body and my life, over and
over and over.

I was truly his kitten. And he expected to
play rough, making me mature into a proper submissive, a wife and
mother he'd keep burning and pregnant forever.

It was too much – my whole beautiful
destiny!

My hips punched down hard, swallowing his
cock. He didn't stop hammering into me as everything below my waist
got wetter, tighter, clenching for dear life.

The spasms came at once. They tore me up,
turning me into a gurgling, sweating, steaming mess on top of
him.

His fingers bit at my ass the same way the
clamps dug into my breasts above. Nikolai's whole game was a big
round of love bites, and now the teeth sank deep, caressing my body
like many mouths.

My orgasm shook me to my very core. And when
he yanked my ass closer with one last rabid curse in Russian, it
was revived.

Nikolai hadn't stopped coming in me since
I'd gotten pregnant. He always finished deep inside me, and tonight
was no exception, hurling his powerful essence up my womb like
comet fire.

Our convulsions deepened, a whole mouth of
them yawning wide to devour us. Fiery teeth bit into our flesh,
straight through it, invisible and awesome.

We screamed together. My bound hands slapped
gently on his neck. The blood flow temporarily left my hands,
making everything beneath the burgundy scarf tingle. It gave me the
illusion that I'd shed my skin, and Nikolai and I were joined
together now as pure fire, pure energy.

His hips jabbed up, out, in. He was still
fucking me, even as his spasms lessened, filling me with the last
of his come and working what he'd given me deep.

I received it with the same pleasurable
gratitude I always did. His seed wasn't just a blessing that
satisfied him as a Master.

It was my ticket to nirvana.

My orgasm softened, and then stopped,
leaving its sharp aftershocks in my thighs. I slumped against his
shoulder, gasping for precious air.

Nikolai's hard muscles relaxed. He went
slack, finally laying flat on the bed, giving those huge living
stones he called limbs a rest.

“
Amazing, sir. Every time
I think I won't come any harder, you always prove me wrong.” I
lifted my face to his cheek and kissed him softly.

“
Rest well, little
kitten,” he said in a low voice. “You've got a big week ahead. We
both do. The last week before we truly start the rest of our
lives.”

We shared a smile as he reached for my
wrists. He gently pulled the scarf apart, freeing my hands to
caress his muscles, still slick from our passionate fever.

Oh, he looked grand! Good enough to stroke
and lick from head to toe.

“
And what then?” I asked,
letting the dreamy buzz that came after sex purr through my veins.
“What sort of future do you have in mind? Will I still call you
'sir?'”

“
As sure as I'm going to
keep your toes curled in pleasure, kitten.” He pulled me tight as I
lay across his chest, resting one big hand flat on my side, right
next to my womb. “As certain as I'm going to breed you again,
making our love and family a full time job. When you're not in this
bed fucking out my daylights, you'll be caring for our children.
All of the many sweet babes I'll give you.”

His words excited me. His seed leaked out, a
hot and sticky blend of our juices, but what he said added new
wetness to the growing trickle.

“
What am I? Cattle?” As
much as submission delighted me, it hadn't driven all my sarcasm
away.

I doubted it ever would.

Nikolai laughed. His hands smoothed over my
back, stopping in the center. Beneath my naked thigh, his hardness
began to plump to life. In another minute or two, he'd be using the
scarf as a blindfold, probably throwing me on all fours and
mounting me from behind.

I moistened my lips at the thought. The
endless array of positions and implements we had to explore would
never, ever get old.

“
Property. Love. The most
beautiful woman a man could claim,” he said, beaming his severity
into me with those bright eyes. “And you're all mine, kitten. Mine
forever.”

I burrowed softly into his neck, beneath his
strong jawline. It was hard to believe that I'd only wound up here
in Russia a little more than a season ago.

Good thing there are many worse fates than
marrying a handsome, dominant, and very possessive Russian god.
Just now, as I began to lick softly at his neck, I couldn't think
of anything better.

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