Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (12 page)

He smiled, stood, and came to her. He slid
his hand from her elbow to the wrist and gripped possessively. She
liked his need to claim her at the smallest sign he doubted her
interest. “Good because obviously you’re different if I want to
sleep with you. Spanking is sexual, and you must know I bent you
over that car as foreplay. If not, I certainly made a point to show
you how hard you made me.” She grinned, liking his forthright
honesty and the way he stood close as if to kiss her. “I haven’t
conditioned anyone on my staff to be my lover, except you. I want
you, and I wouldn’t ask for this contract if I didn’t already know
you like my demanding ways. I know you want this, so sign—” he
said, smiling, and then with a glance down to her lips like he’d
steal a kiss, he added playfully, “—because I’d like to take
liberties with you by morning.”

Jane spent the evening reading the unusual
contract, which included a detailed description of how she’d strive
to conceive by nightly applying progesterone cream to boost her
fertility. Down to the last detail, it described the nature of
their relationship; what sexual toys he’d use, and procedures to
get her to orgasm often in hopes she’d spontaneously release an
egg. The requests became odder when it described the events that
needed to occur before marriage; conceiving was a requirement.
Taking birth control without permission was inexcusable and
immediately voided the contract; unless prevention was needed for
her health, or they’d birthed enough children. He asked she allow
him to freely indulge his fetish to breed her, and be willing to
raise his children.

Nothing hinted at being in love with her
besides a one-year plan toward marriage; as she feared, he seemed
to want either a nanny or a perfect mother. Though Mr. Callaway
worked and lived by rules, she wasn’t convinced his contract meant
he loved her. He focused on how she’d behave once pregnant; how
she’d exercise, what she could eat, and activities that he deemed
acceptable during each trimester. The demands seemed like a
peculiar way to care. Even though she understood his desire to hide
their relationship from his son until they married, she didn’t
agree. She wanted more than what he offered.

When Jane set the contract down, focusing on
the paragraph mentioning her right to alter what she wished, she
decided to review it; there was a lot she felt too demanding if he
was essentially asking her to be his lover. Jane crossed out
everything she wouldn’t promise. She was positive she could give a
great deal, including a houseful of kids, but she drew the line at
sleeping apart from him until pregnant.

After spending time pondering her options,
she decided to make a point and respond directly to him instead of
sign. Determined to get proof that he cared, she went to his room.
Despite specifically stating he wanted her to sleep in her own bed
until pregnant, Jane arrived unannounced. Knowing he’d handle her
disobedience with a sexual response, she’d suffer the
consequences.

Jane expected him to be asleep at one
o’clock in the morning, and she’d stealthily slip into his warm
bed, but when she snuck into the room, the lights were on.
Determined to persevere, she passed the spacious anteroom,
following the marble floor to an office that abutted open double
doors. Behind them, he sat in the middle of a custom, fourteen-foot
round bed. He leaned against numerous pillows with a laptop and
Scotch on a bed tray. He spoke Chinese, obviously on the phone.
When he saw her, he squinted over the rim of reading glasses, and
ended the conference call. He closed the laptop, removed the
Bluetooth and set it on the tray as they locked eyes. Even though
they knew she was there to test him, he looked pleased to see her,
and it didn’t take her long to realize it was because she arrived
in tight leopard lingerie with black lace covering her small
breasts and sheer panties.

“What are you doing here, Miss Jane?”

“I read the contract.”

She took a bold step toward him, passing the
threshold, but he growled, stopping her. “Then you know you
shouldn’t be here.”

Jane refused to be intimidated, and stood
her ground, but her voice expressed her reluctance to push his
temper. “If you want to date me, I’m…I’m sleeping here. Otherwise I
feel you’re just asking for a nanny.”

He crossed his arms, and his amusement
vanished. “Is that right?” He stared her down as if whoever blinked
first lost. Jane came too far to back down. When she nodded,
surprised he was so easily letting her claim what she wanted
without a fight, he quickly countered: “No, you’re not staying
here. That sounds like a threat, Miss Jane. Of course, I don’t see
you as only a nanny. I explained that we’re protecting my son from
a new relationship until you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t have
brought me the signed copy if you wanted me to change the courting
process. Leave the contract, and return to your room.”

“I didn’t sign it yet, it’s still in my
room.” She held up her hands, clearly showing that she wasn’t
hiding anything.

“I see,” he said, shortly.

Having no idea what he was thinking, Jane
continued, “I’m not threatening you. I just…I don’t want to sign
until you give me your word. This is important to me. I crossed out
the parts that said I need to stay in my room, because I want to
know that I’m welcomed here and you like me enough to want me
here.” She trembled, sure he’d flatly refuse because he wasn’t the
type of man to go back on his word, but when he didn’t pull back
the sheets as permission, she rambled: “It explained my right to
change what I’m not comfortable with. And frankly...I’m not
comfortable being treated like a disposable toy you can take out
whenever you want to play, and then simply put back when you’re
done.”

“Those are strong words, Jane.”

“That’s how I feel.”

“This is something to discuss at length in
the morning, when I’m not focused on business.” He returned to his
work, texting on his phone after it buzzed, and added, “You may go
to your room, Jane. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Jane knew she could be as quiet as a mouse,
and sleep without bothering him; she chose to disobey him and
hurried around the bed, slipping under the covers. She avoided eye
contact. With her back to him, she pulled the thick blankets over
her smug grin so he wouldn’t see her triumph. Because he was
silent, surely fuming after she deliberately contradicted his
wishes, she explained in a quiet murmur, “This is my room now,
too.”

“I’m not asking again, Jane,” he said
calmly, but she knew he could think level-headedly, maintain his
composure, and make calculated moves to get his way. “Get up and go
to your room. I’m working.”

“I won’t bother you. Please, Edmund.”

She meant calling him by his first name to
be endearing, but he growled loudly. “It’s Mr. Callaway, and I
already told you no. You have interrupted my work. Go to your room.
I will not ask again
.”

She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever
would follow, but she wasn’t budging. Even if he spanked her, she
could take it.

“Fine,” he huffed, setting the tray aside.
He threw off the bedding and stormed across the room, locking the
door. “
There
—now you can’t leave, and I’m going to make you
regret trying to overrule me.”

Although his response was meant to be
intimidating, she buried her face in his pillow to hide her
excitement; certain the punishment would be arousing, and she was
getting exactly what she wanted. Her cheeks stung simply thinking
about him spanking her until he was rigid, but her core tightened;
she had high hopes he’d decide to try breeding her. Deep down, Jane
wanted to lose her virginity tonight, and if he didn’t take it,
she’d be disappointed. But knowing him, she knew he had something
more creative in mind than a hard spank to make her regret her
defiance. Whatever came next, Jane was ready it.

When able to conceal her eagerness, she
rolled onto her back, and watched him remove something from a
hidden safe. Handcuffs dangled. The clinking chain should have
terrified her, but Jane thought it exciting. She craved the
unknown, and what he’d do in the next few minutes.

He came to her, sat on the bed, and seized
her wrists, holding them over her head. She didn’t fight or wince
when the cold steel clicked tightly around her small wrist,
fastening her to the headboard. After he secured the other, and she
was ensnared, she panted as she wondered what he’d do next.

The foot-long chain didn’t allow much
movement. She tested the limits, and because he wanted her
squirming and vulnerable, she purposefully struggled to escape.

Any trace of anger was replaced by arrogant
pride. His control was restored. He had her sprawled on the bed for
his pleasure, and she stilled, waiting willingly for him. “This is
what I like about you, Jane. You naturally know when to push and
when to lie there and take it. But I assure you, I do like you. I
told you, we’re hiding our relationship for the sake of my son.
That is the only reason.”

She smiled, once again loving his
truthfulness. He never gave her a reason to doubt him, and she
wasn’t starting now.

The cool metal around her wrists and the
resistance as she pulled reminded her how exposed she was to him;
she had no way to defend herself if he chose to be cruel. He gently
caressed her arm; unintentionally tickling her, but blissfully
torturing her. She had nothing to fear, she knew by his touch.

There was a flash of desire when she fought
against the cuffs, so she thrashed, trying to escape the steel, but
she always returned to his touch, needing more. When his fingers
crossed her clavicle, she moaned at the sensation of the unfamiliar
touch.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
she goaded, wanting him determined to punish her thoroughly.

“I like my women yielding, yes. I’m
surprised you fought about leaving, but as usual you’re showing me
that I like a rebel occasionally. I live to mold you to my wishes.
Even if it takes all night, I will teach you to obey, Jane.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He laughed, amused with her apparent
eagerness to be cuffed to his bed. “Are you saying you wanted
this?”

“I’m not saying anything.”

His pleasure grew when he dipped below the
lace and satin lingerie and she let him touch her freely. In truth,
Jane believed he could rip her clothes off, caress her everywhere
with his tongue, and finish by planting his seed deep inside of
her, and she’d never look back with regret. She liked the idea of
him finishing in her. His commitment felt truly empowering. If he
was willing to risk children so soon, Jane was willing to do the
same.

For some reason she couldn’t explain, his
suggestion about having children made her yearn for sex without
contraceptives. It was primal lust in its purest form, and came
from nowhere, but the desire was intense. The fantasy blindsided
her and made her feel dirty for wanting unprotected sex for the
sole purpose of riding the thrill of recklessly fucking and getting
pregnant; she wanted to breed for the sake of breeding. Getting a
high from him ejaculating in her would make up for any
consequences. Jane naively hoped for the best, believing they
couldn’t achieve his wishes on first attempt.

She had no reluctance when he brushed his
hand down the long strings of her sexy leopard chemise. As naive as
it may sound, she saw Mr. Callaway as prey. Somehow, stroking the
length of her body and making her tremble with his touch
inexplicitly made her the dominant one. Her feminine body lured
him, and Jane felt she ruled his desires. She’d have him between
her thighs, and he had no idea he was being hunted.

“You seem to believe I’m asking for
boundaries because I don’t care for you. I’ll show you I do. But
right when you think this is an award, I’ll prove that you get
nothing if you don’t please me first,” he explained, and Jane was
sure he was thinking that restraining her drained her free will.
But Jane willingly swayed her body right to left, taunting him to
touch her. “Power arouses me—seeing you bend to my wishes arouses
me—having you crave my dominance and willingly be my pet arouses
me—and I expect you to always make me hard under these
circumstances. So now—” He pulled the string on her chemise. She
smiled, because she didn’t care what happened as long as he gave
her his seed. “—I’ll strip you of any choices you believe you have
by undressing you. Then I’ll show you that I am the one who makes
choices for us, because you are mine to do with as I please.”

She crossed her legs. His words made her
throb. Dominance aroused her beyond belief these days, and she was
sure the fixation of power heightened when he made her strip. She
wanted him calling the shots, as long as she felt his hot cum
inside her. If she had to, she’d defy him until he gave her what
she came for.

One by one he drew the strands, pausing to
part the material to expose her creamy skin. He watched with an
amused glint of a smile, clearly enjoying undressing her as she
panted from all the new sensations—his nails lightly scratched her
skin, the warmth of a foreign touch, and the need for him to take
her while risking all. Everything excited her, and holding
motionless became impossible. She jerked the handcuffs, loving how
they became an anchor while she struggled to endure the
pleasure.

Having him follow the swell of her perky
breast or trace a finger down her cleavage made her cream. There
was no slow buildup. She instantly became wet. And every time he
tugged the crisscrossed strings she wanted his fingers to abandon
her clothes and dip into her panties. Finding she was slick and
ready, he’d surely abandon his threat of denying her pleasure. With
no struggle, she’d ensnare him with nothing more than her body, and
she’d feel incredibly sexy.