Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (5 page)

Or rather, in all
the
best
places.

“
Remarkable. You really
are a virgin, aren't you?”

I raised my head, wondering how long I'd
been locked up in ecstasy. Long enough for Nicholas to read my most
intimate secrets, apparently.

I swallowed hard. “Yes, sir. Does that make
you happy?”

“
Happy? It makes me
ecstatic. So much hungrier too...” His hands returned to my thighs,
maneuvering across them slowly, kindling new heat beneath my
flesh.

“
Reason number ten on my
list of why I'm going to own you,
slavni
katyonak.
Why should I fuck high class
whores when I can train one? When I can be the only man to set your
flesh on fire and mark you with my heat? You, April, are
my
submissive. Ripe for
my enjoyment, and mine
only.
”

My submissive...

The vicious way he said it echoed in my
head. That damned trembling returned, overwhelming my flesh. I
quivered beneath him as he pushed higher between my legs, caressing
my breasts with his mouth and hands.

My submissive...

His bulge moved. I panted,
breathless and anxious, kicked headfirst into new pleasures when I
felt him
there.
His hot, ready erection moving slowly near my lower lips. He
aimed it just right, balancing his entire swollen length to my
opening.

He was about to enter me, beating down the
deepest barriers I had. And I was ready to open, to offer myself to
this exotic barbarian who jealously wanted to pillage my flesh.

Nicholas' swollen head poised itself at my
lower lips, teasing my wet entrance as it rippled back and forth,
back and forth, his pulse joining with mine. I clenched my teeth,
preparing for the inevitable.

No preparation in the world would've been
enough.

His hips punched forward. The bed creaked
sharply.

I gasped and pushed my hips up, rotating
toward him, plowing through the blinding mix of pain and pleasure
caused by his thrust. My skin stretched near my entrance, and then
much deeper, rearranging itself to accommodate his hardness.

On and on he sank, battering down to my
depths, forcing his powerful cock through my wet silk. The rosy
burn in my muscles turned into pillars of fire.

Nicholas reached the entrance to my womb and
held himself there, drinking heavy breaths. When he pulled back, he
grunted, much faster than he'd shoved his way in.

His next thrust came faster. My breasts
rocked and swayed as I settled into the unfamiliar rhythm.

Each thrust wiped a little
more discomfort away, teasing out new pleasures. For the first time
in my life, I was truly
whole
, crammed full of a worthy man
and loving it.

The tempo in our swaying bodies overwhelmed
the bed. Old springs creaked and jerked far beneath the mattress, a
song to our lustful unity, our fucking.

My hands wrestled with the handcuffs across
my head. I wanted to pull him closer, but I couldn't. They held me
tight, leaving me no way to bind myself to him except with my
legs.

They went around him. Nicholas' ass had
turned to steel, so hard I couldn't even sink my ankles into his
flesh.

I held onto the giant boulders of his
buttocks as he burrowed deeper, faster. His hips were picking up
steam, slamming into the mattress again and again. A full body
pummeling I never wanted to end.

I grew a little hornier each time he
finished another thrust down and jerked up again. My body writhed
beneath him, breasts bobbing, tempting his hands.

He leaned in and grabbed them. Now, his
pressure increased all over me, gradually tightening his stern hold
on my nipples as his jackhammer thrusts continued.

“
Oh...oh...oh!” I
panted.

Regular, ragged, suffocating – it was hard
to even breathe beneath him. My body was turning to stone, every
muscle condensing, readying itself for an explosion.

Each time he hit his deepest point, my walls
sucked at his cock, and my outer flesh scraped against him. His
thin pubic hair scratched at my hard clit. His balls drew up,
angling into my soft flesh like two hot stones when he sank into
me.

I came in record time.

The tension broke all at once, a fireball in
my womb rippling upward. I threw my head back, pulling the
handcuffs apart as far as I could, and screamed bloody murder.

My cunt spasmed hard around his cock. And
still he was fucking me, driving deeper and faster, ruthlessly
shoving himself through my creaming spasms.

My brain imploded, forming an endless
labyrinth of pure ecstasy. Eyes rolling, teeth grinding, I screamed
with his movements, pressing my legs so tight around his backside I
thought they'd snap.

Orgasm's blasts kept coming, volley after
searing volley. When I started coming down it, my muscles relaxed,
but only for a second.

My Russian Sir was still fucking me, going
deeper than ever before. It was like my inner flesh had fully
opened for him, tilting and raising itself up like an empty arch to
collect his seed.

His seed!

My brain burned at the thought. Exhaustion
didn't matter.

My body's temperature rose, aching for more,
anything to make him come deep inside me. I ignored the protest in
my tired calves and pressed hard into him.

My breasts were numb with fire in his hands.
The bed sounded like out-of-control hooves pounding pavement,
stampeding straight on wild emotion as he reached maximum
frenzy.

Small, guttural sounds left his mouth.
Nicholas grunted and sucked at the air, throwing himself into me,
hard thrusts that shook that my entire body.

He'd grown harder than steel. The big
muscles beneath his flesh now moved more like diamond, solid and
wickedly hot.

“
Little kitten!” He
growled, desperation burning his words. “Take it all. All of me,
all this fire, fucking its way into you...”

One last murmur slurred into a ferocious
snarl. He slammed into my core and held his cock there. A moment
later, pure magma streaked up my virgin womb.

His seed came, more intense and reckless
than anything I imagined. His cock swelled hard around my tight
walls, pushing them open a little further as he erupted.

Powerful muscles jerked, sending his essence
to new depths. Jets like solar flares hurled through me, tracing
lightning arcs before splashing and settling in my womb.

Everything beneath the waist seized up.
Another fireball exploded through me, rippling outward, convulsing
and contorting everything far from ground zero.

I was coming, harder than before, and coming
with him. Hearts, minds, and bodies became one, sucking and foaming
like colliding seas.

I milked him hard, sucking up his seed.
Above me, Nicholas had fallen a little lower, tearing at my nipples
with each hand.

He swore in Russian, low but unmistakable.
The soft sound floated high above the avalanche where we were fused
together, reminding me there was a real man behind this engine of
muscle spewing its essence inside me.

Eventually, the cauldron cooled, letting us
regain our senses. My legs slid off him, going slack to the bed.
Everything in my body fell apart, laying flat and drained, tingling
everywhere except the fiery place where he remained inside me.

He didn't pull out until his hardness began
to soften. I sensed a thick trail behind him when he did, rolling
out my slit and pooling in a steaming puddle on the sheets.

When he was clear and on my other side, I
instantly held my legs together. Whatever risks there were from
having him without a condom, they were worth it.

No, scratch that.
Absolutely
necessary.
Losing my virginity wouldn't have been the same without this,
without fulfilling the destiny nature had programmed since
birth.

That loud, scratchy voice deep inside my
brain switched off. He held me, slowly removing the blindfold, but
leaving me in handcuffs.

“
Did you like that, little
kitten? The feel of my come melting deep inside you?” He leaned
into me, kissing sweat from my brow.

I nodded. Admitting it made me blush, not
that anyone could tell beneath the sex flush reddening my ivory
skin.

“
Good,” he said, the
predatory edge back in his voice. “Because I have so much more to
give you before this night is through. And next time, you're going
to see everything.”

My eyes were already fixed on the hard
grooves lining his chest, neat muscles packed in row by row, a
perfect god in the shape of a man. His cock was swelling back to
life along my thigh.

I lingered in his embrace for a few more
minutes, silently collecting my breath and my wits.

I smiled. If this was what
he'd truly hired me for – and I was sure it was – I'd gladly stay.
I'd park my ass in the Motherland permanently, learn Russian, and
pin a tricolor flag to my jacket if it meant having
this
all the
time.

Not that I was anxious to give up and be
satisfied as a private mistress, waiting to fulfill his every whim.
No, like any good mistress, I intended to make him need me.

I shifted my legs wide for him. He kissed me
one more time and moved between them, lowering his slow, firm
tongue to my right nipple.

Addiction went both ways. If he'd
conditioned my virgin senses to his touch, then I had to make him
crave me. I swore I'd milk every last ounce of pleasure from his
rock hard body.

I moaned, rubbing my feet across the soft
hairs on his legs. I was ready to take him deep inside me once
more. But I was really ready to anchor my way into his heart.

No matter how many fiery wonders I had to
live through, I'd get there. I swore it, before the steady stroke
of his tongue became so insistent that I couldn't think about
anything else.

“
Trial period is over,”
Nicholas said over breakfast. “Good news: I've decided to keep
you.”

I rolled my eyes delicately at him. “And
I've decided to stay. You're a lucky man.”

His hand darted across the marble top and
coiled around my wrist. I looked up from my bowl of kasha and the
honey-rich tea cup next to it. The ice in his eyes looked harder,
more serious than ever.

“
Don't make me remind
myself how true that is again this morning. I've already rampaged
through you once today...”

My lips quirked up and I blushed. The
telltale sting whenever I shifted on my seat reminded me all about
it. I'd been on top of him, riding him hard, my ass rippling
beneath his hard fingers as he pressed them deeper and deeper into
my flesh.

“
Can't spend all day in
bed,” I murmured, no matter how badly I wished it was
true.

We clammed up as a servant lady moved to the
table, refilling my tea and clearing his empty plate. Nicholas
muttered a thanks in Russian and looked at me when she was out the
door.

“
You can call me Nikolai
now, April. At least in public. You know I prefer
sir
when we're together
in more private places.”

“
How could I forget it?
Being held down and spanked does a lot for the memory, you
know.”

He smiled, releasing a small chuckle. A late
morning light filtered through the old window behind him. The skies
grew a little more clear, a little bluer each morning, cleared by
springtime's encroaching newness.

This morning was unusual. Everything truly
seemed perfect. It made me want to avoid the uncomfortable thoughts
hissing at the back of my brain – but nothing would be truly
perfect until I had answers.

“
You understood what I
meant, didn't you?” He said in a low voice. “I'm keeping
you.
Not just as a boss,
but as your master, your love. You're under my control, kitten. God
willing, that's the way it'll always be too.”

I was still staring like
an idiot after hearing
love
when I felt his neatly polished foot on mine.
Beneath the table, he positioned his powerful leg across my toes,
light but firm.

“
And you're comfortable
with this change?” I swallowed. “You don't expect me to take
Masha's place, do you?”

His smile disappeared and his foot
retracted. Nikolai stiffened in his chair, leveling darker,
stormier eyes upon me.

“
I'm sorry,” I said,
desperate to smooth over whatever the hell I'd just done. “I didn't
mean to mention her name and bring back bad memories. I heard about
what happened...”

“
Tak?
” He clacked in startled Russian. “Is that so? And what have
you heard?”

“
That...she was killed
very suddenly. A murder, I'm told. I hope there was some justice
for you at the end of all that.”

Nikolai's face contorted. He threw back his
head and laughed; a bitter belly chuckle that echoed off the high
ceiling.

“
This is not America,
little kitten. In Mr. Yeltsin's time, the Bratva had half the
judges in their pockets. And they're very powerful to this day, our
modern day thugs and commissars.”

Bratva. The Russian mafia.

I'd looked up the term after my nasty
encounter with the old housekeeper.

Natasha wasn't kidding when she implied he'd
been in some very dangerous business.

“
I loved my wife very
dearly. And yes, I did get my kilo of justice, though I learned
long ago that nothing will ever bring her back.” He flexed his
hands on the table, sliding forward, lowering his voice. “Her
murderers were hunted down like dogs. I finished the man who
planted the bomb under her hood with my bare hands.”