Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (7 page)

“
Quiet!” He commanded, and
I realized I was still yelling like a crazy woman. “Let me carry
you to the car. You're safe now, kitten, and Natasha Fedorova is
going to pay.”

Back at the house, Nikolai practically
kicked down the door ahead of me.

I hadn't gotten in a word. He'd been on the
phone the entire time with his brother, barking what orders in
sharp Russian. I wondered who was really the General between
them.

“
Slava! Where is she?” He
yelled ahead of me.

A man ran out from beneath the staircase.
I'd seen him before, dressed in a long jumpsuit as a landscaper,
but now he wore gray camo military fatigues.

All these changes made me angry, dizzy,
cold, and confused. My whole reality had suddenly opened up like a
Trojan horse, spilling unwanted danger and intrigue from every nook
and cranny.

“
No sign of her yet, sir.
We're combing the grounds. She got off here and went to her room,
according to Andrei, right after he dropped her off. She told him
Ms. Gallaway was hitching a ride back with you.”

“
And the call about
Grigor? Where is my son?”

“
She was lying. The boy is
fine and secure in his room. We think she used one of her Bratva
contacts to impersonate someone from the hospital when you received
the call. So far, there's no indications that she'd really hurt the
little boy.”

Slava looked past Nikolai, right at me. I
didn't blame him for brushing off his underling's remark. If
Natasha was willing to throw me to the wolves, there was no
guarantee she wouldn't do the same to his boy.

I turned away, pathetically trying to hide
my fear, knowing I resembled a scared, frightened little girl. And
that's the only thing I could be after a pack of strange men had
approached, intent on doing...what, exactly?

“
Find her. We can
neutralize any other threats later. For now, finding Natasha is our
number one priority.” He yelled a final sentence in Russian,
something that sounded a lot like,
get to
it!

Nikolai turned to me. He walked over and
slipped one firm arm around my shoulder, and then began to lead me
up the winding red stairs.

“
You're going to be
perfectly fine, kitten. It's me the Bratva are after. I just don't
understand why now, and why Natasha betrayed me like this. Has she
been working with them the entire time?” He shook his head
sadly.

I think I have an idea what this is all
about.

I had an idea, but I said nothing. The guilt
in my chest became crushing, claustrophobic. My heart hung big and
heavy like a giant boulder.

Just now, everything was on me, even
Natasha's vile attitude and treason toward her keeper. He'd pulled
me into a world I barely understood, upsetting what had to be a
fragile balance.

“
Papa?” Grigor appeared
from around the corner, sleepily rubbing his eyes, another hard
faced man in camouflage at his side.

“
Stay in your room! Vova,
tell me you're not the only man up here protecting him?” Nikolai's
face reddened a little.

“
The others are out
patrolling, sir, looking for the traitorous bitch. We're doing what
you commanded, your excellency. You said you wanted every available
man searching,
da?
”

Nikolai released a long, exasperated sigh.
“Understood. Just keep him in his room, and summon someone else for
my apartments. Who the hell's going to keep my rooms covered if
you're the only one on this floor?”

Vova shrugged, but grabbed for his radio. We
walked on, toward the statues. I'd never appreciated their presence
at his apartment more.

We got inside and he poured me a drink.
Nikolai sat with me for a moment, holding me close on the leather
sofa, his face matching the faux guards outside the main
entrance.

“
I really believed you
were safe. The Bratva haven't bothered us for years. Natasha had to
have tipped them off, fanning our old rivalry. I wouldn't have
brought you here – wouldn't have brought any woman here – if I knew
there was a chance the old war would resume.”

“
But I'm still here,
aren't I? I could've called up my Dad. If I wanted to go, I
would've called a taxi and went right for the American consulate in
Petersburg.”

Well, not so easily after that last call
with Dad. But I'm not about to tell him about that altercation. Not
now.

He stared into my eyes. Brightness met
brilliance, watery and slick, soft fire burning behind the seas
between us.

“
I won't let them take you
away from me!” He growled. “Not like my Masha. I'll crush Natasha
Fedorova's skull with my bare hands if I have to...”

I grabbed at his arm. His muscles were fully
flexed, rigid as granite jutting out his shoulders. I scratched at
his hot skin beneath his shirt, only wanting to relieve some of the
tension.

“
I'm not going anywhere.
This is where I belong. A few mafia goons aren't gonna ruin my time
here, and they're definitely not going to wipe away all that you've
given me.”

His eyes hardened. Fires raged like
volcanoes preparing to explode.

“
What I've given you? I
haven't given you nearly enough yet, little kitten. Not what I
really want to give you, what I really want to give the one I love
more than life itself.”

His words stole my breath. Until then, I
believed I was his submissive, his plaything, his mistress – but I
didn't know he truly loved me.

I didn't know how to feel, how to respond.
Subconscious fires became overt infernos, gradually showering their
warmth on my heart.

His beautiful confession
inflamed me. Most of all, it felt
right.

Nikolai moved into me before I could say
anything, hands pawing, kissing at my neck. My legs parted as I
downed the last of my citrus infused vodka shot.

Danger brings all sorts of surprises, and
flesh never tastes sweeter than when there's real terror around the
corner.

Goosebumps tickled my skin, higher and
hornier than usual. Deep inside me, something broke, a proper
explosion rather than creeping fire.

I pushed into his lips and moaned. Loud.

Fear had transformed into a raging,
uncontrollable, incessant lust.

I wrapped my hands around his back and
pulled him in. Nikolai spread his lips wider and bit into my neck,
a large cat's dominant love mark, holding me down as he worked at
his belt and zipper.

His pants fell. He grabbed for my wrists,
pulling me onto my knees.

“
Suck,” he
said.

Fuck.
How could that one word ooze such total power?

“
I'll never let you go,
April. Never, ever, ever. I'll chain you down with my own flesh if
I have to. Nothing will take you from me or vaporize my love for
you. Nothing!”

His erection was in my face, plump and
throbbing. Slickness seeped between my thighs – thick, creamy,
waiting. My panties grew wetter by the second as I took him in both
hands, drawing him to my mouth.

Nikolai grunted loudly as his shaft
disappeared behind my lips. I wasn't used to seeing him hit so
hard, so fast by pure pleasure. Must've been something to do with
the danger at hand.

His salty flesh tasted sweeter, realer
against my tongue. I ran my licks along his entire length, drawing
him as deep as I could without gagging. His fingers meshed in my
hair, gaining hold and guiding me, steadying my tempo on his
shaft.

Pre-come melted against my tongue. I licked
it up and swallowed, then coated my tongue in his potent syrup,
gliding up around his crown, needling the sweet spot underneath his
head again and again.

Nikolai's breathing quickened. His hand
jerked harder in my hair, a little more erratic than before.

Was he about to come in my mouth? I sucked
harder at the thought, collapsing my cheeks a little, massaging his
tender balls with one hand.

I loved him too. I just knew it. Nothing
else explained why I ached to have him in me, anywhere, anytime.
Body, heart, and soul melted for this man.

“
Enough,” he said
suddenly, pushing me away.

I looked up. His big chest rose and fell in
powerful waves. At some point, he'd opened his shirt, and now he
pushed off the unbuttoned sheaf, exposing his hard valleys and
hills in all their glory.

I kissed my way up from his crotch, until I
was standing again. Soft thunder began in his throat, slowly rising
when I reached his stubble, kissing and licking near his jaw line,
leading to his lips.

Hot, masculine breath poured into me. Pure
wind – almost as sweet as his tongue arcing past my lips – sultry
rituals meant to leave his impression on me forever.

One more kiss and Nikolai broke our
connection. His hands clasped my ass and pulled me up, high above
his shoulder. He threw me over his broad back and carried me into
the bedroom, holding the backs of my knees and laughing. We crashed
into bed together through the hanging veil.

I fell beneath him, stiffening against his
weight. His broad chest pushed itself onto my nipples, agonizingly
good pleasure, knowing they were hard for his touch.

Kissing, licking, biting, he moved his mouth
all over as he dropped my clothes piece-by-piece. My blouse rolled
away, and then my spring skirt, leaving nothing but my shoes and
the honey soiled panties he jerked to my knees.

I started to kick my shoes off, but he
stopped me. “No, kitten. The heels stay on. I want you to ram them
against my ass until I fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked
before. I'll charge into you like a bull, and I won't stop until
you're a shaking, screaming, beautiful mess.”

Rrrrrip!

As if his words weren't enough, the shearing
sound of my panties coming undone in his hands shocked me like
nothing else. We both stared at the shredded lace in his hands
before he threw them over his shoulder.

Nikolai dove between my spread legs. I laid
slack and wrapped my limbs around him, matching his fervor. The
insane spell cast on us reached its full pitch as he slid inside
me, and I clung tight, forming a full body cradle with my arms and
legs.

I'd never held him so tight, so desperately,
so determined to never let go. And he never sank so deep so fast,
plunging into me like a starved animal, jerking his cock through my
velvet in powerful, quickening strokes.

Neither of us stopped to think about chains
or blindfolds this time. He pinned my wrists down with his own huge
hands, smashing his rock hard chest to my swaying breast.

We fucked like two scalding pendulums
colliding. Sweat rolled off him in rivulets, landing on me, adding
to my own slickness.

For a time, my screams
filled the room, overwhelming the steady
slap slap slap
of our flesh and the
shrieking bed springs. But then when my nails and heels found his
skin, tensing and scratching, Nikolai began to howl, spilling
guttural Slavic cries from his throat as he pounded me
harder.

Primal instincts crashed
through me. I wanted him to bury himself to the hilt and shoot his
come deep inside me, more than ever before. I wanted it to
take
, giving me a part
of him forever, a blessed fusion of him and I that would really
make me one with this new life, no matter what happened
later.

Love
meant total surrender.
Love
meant giving him a baby.
Love
meant a submission so
exhausting I'd be drained from sucking his sperm into me, but I'd
be loving every filthy second.

“
Oh, kitten! Kitten!” He
growled. “Do you feel how sweet and hard your tight cunt licks at
this cock? How badly it wants my seed? Tell me you want my baby!
Tell me you feel it coming, my love...”

I panted, driving my stiletto heels into his
powerful ass. He cried out, shaking my whole body as he pushed my
wrists deep into the mattress, slamming his whole body into me.

“
I feel it, sir,” I
whispered. “And I want it. Bad!”

How could I feel anything else? Will I ever
want to feel anything again in this bed? Anything except this
raging, chaotic fire blazing inside us?

“
Then I'll fuck it into
you,” he said, his voice even lower and more ragged than before.
“I'll overflow your precious little womb with hot sperm. I'll make
you a baby, burning myself into your flesh, into your life...every
little part of you is mine now, lovely kitten. Every sweet
molecule.”

His hips pushed against my heels. I wasn't
strong enough to hold them down, no matter how fiercely my heels
stabbed into him. His sublime buttocks swung high, before crashing
into me, his most forceful thrust yet.

He held himself there, fucking me with
shallower strokes, plowing my fertile valley open with the
throbbing head of his cock. It was too much.

My body officially went berserk.

Nuclear flashes ruptured in my head. His
hard, sweaty outline disappeared, along with the bed, along with
everything.

Orgasm ripped through me. Fire turned to
plasma, filling my muscles, delectably hot and thick as warm
honey.

Nikolai slammed into me and stopped. His
hard cock split, erupted against my womb, swelling and pumping
molten jets across my supple flesh.

I thought it couldn't get more intense. But
I was wrong – dead wrong – and the onslaught turned me into a mad,
bucking, gibbering thing in heat when he fired his climax into
mine.