Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (15 page)

“MORE! I WANT MORE CUM!” she demanded, sure
she could climax again knowing what he put inside her, but he
slowed down. His rubbing gradually shifted south until he was
circling his palm on her belly.

“I fucking hope I ruined you for other men,
Jane. This is all mine,” he claimed, staring at her stomach as if
she’d already conceived. She smiled, content with the obsession to
own her, and when he saw her joy, he added, “I’m glad you’re
willing to submit this way. I want the ultimate act of submission,
giving up your body to my seed, and I won’t accept anything
less.”

When he pulled out, he sat back on his feet
and watched his cum seep from her pussy. From what she could feel,
there was a lot. He stuffed his impossibly stiff dick back into his
silk pants and then reached for the key to the handcuffs. He smiled
as he removed the cuffs and the nipple clamps, and then pulled her
onto his lap before drawing her to his chest to lightly graze her
side. She rubbed her sore wrists and enjoyed his tenderness. It was
a side of him she never saw, but hoped to see more often.

“That was incredible, Jane. I think we’ll be
great together. I can tell you’re into me finishing in you.”

“You noticed I never asked you to pull
out.”

“
Yes. I noticed many things. Sign the
contract. I want you pregnant, and every man to know you’re mine.
This is important to me, but I need your consent in writing. I want
to know what toys you don’t want me using, or how far you’ll let me
go.”

He covered her with a blanket, slipped an
arm under her knees, and then easily picked her up. She had no idea
what he was doing or where he was going; he passed the double doors
and left his room to carry her toward hers.

“Where are you taking me?” she grumbled,
even though she knew.

“I have a conference call until three
o’clock and I can’t whisper the entire time.”

“But…”

“No, Jane, if you’re still upset in the
morning, we can talk about it then.”

“But…”

“
No
. I know I gave you an orgasm. You
can’t come into my room and get everything you want. This
punishment was too enjoyable for you. Well, maybe not, I tortured
you much longer than intended, but I’ve wanted you for six months,
since we opened the hospital in Africa.” He kissed her goodnight,
but she wouldn’t let the conversation rest.

“But you’ll think about me sleeping in your
room?”

“I have son, Jane. I already explained he’s
too young to understand, so the answer is no. Not until you’re
pregnant, and it’s proof you’re going to stay with me.”

He set her down, far from her room. He
snuggly wrapped the blanket around her, and then turned her toward
her room. Then he swept her hair over her shoulder to gain access
to her neck. He nibbled under her ear, and breathed heat into her
canal, whispering, “Goodnight, Jane, and sweet dreams.”

AFTER STAYING UP ALMOST all night, Jane
decided she wouldn’t back down from the one simple thing she
wanted. He was asking for children, might have gotten her pregnant
already, and she refused to be with him unless he compromised on
where she slept. The concession was minor; she didn’t understand
why he couldn’t concede to her request. Confident she was making
the right decision to ensure she felt loved, essential for their
relationship, Jane searched for Mr. Callaway; she found him sitting
at his dining room table, eating a croissant stuffed with cream
cheese and fruit. He didn’t hear her enter, because he tuned
everything out when he read, and he was engrossed in the daily
paper. She kept repeating his name until he looked up from the
New York Times
.

“Here’s the contract—unsigned
because…because I’m saying no thank you unless I can sleep in your
bed like we’re a real couple.”

“Good. Leave it there,” he said, pointing to
the edge of the table, and went back to reading. “I’m taking you
somewhere today as a first date, so I want you to change and wear
yellow to match my tie...”

“Mr. Callaway,” she interrupted. Obviously
he expected her acceptance; that she’d refuse never crossed his
mind. He only heard what he wanted; her assumptions were confirmed
when he lowered the newspaper to stare at her with a puzzled
expression after she said, “I didn’t sign it.”

“What do you mean?” He scoffed, insulted,
and then gawked at her, undoubtedly confused how she’d so quickly
and easily decline. “Why didn’t you sign? Is this because I said I
wouldn’t let you sleep in my room?”

“Yes, I’m not interested unless you treat me
like a girlfriend,” she insisted, but she held her breath, hoping
he’d somehow cave which was unlikely. Though he looked increasingly
displeased with each word spoken; she added, “You said you’re
willing to compromise and I can change things in the contract, but
clearly you want the ultimate say and unwavering submission.”

“You like a dominant lover. So which do you
want? Do you want me to cave or tell you what I think is best?”

“I want you to compromise on this
one
thing.”

Her heart raced and she couldn’t believe she
had the guts to deny him, and purposefully shut her mouth to keep
from rambling or giving him an inch.

“And I have a son to think about. Besides,
you’re not asking me to concede to just one thing.” He held out his
hand for the contract, which she readily gave to him. He thumbed
through each page, reading everything she scribbled along the
margins and what she crossed out. She squirmed when he reached the
last page where she left a lengthy note that he asked for too much
and gave too little. But he set it down without flinching. “So this
is
gamesmanship, because you’d clearly accept if I gave you
everything you want, correct?”

“You know the answer to that,” Jane said.
Certain he knew she’d always been attracted to him; she’d have
never entered his room if she wasn’t hoping to be with him and that
she was willing to conceive. “But this isn’t about power. It’s
about feeling accepted.”

“I’ll forgo any toys you don’t want me to
use. After all, this will be a relationship built on trust, but
that is the only section I was ever willing to alter.” He stood and
came to her side of the table, running his hand from one shoulder
to the other, brushing her hair back as he caressed. Then he leaned
down to nibble her neck. “I’m calling your bluff, Jane, because
you’re right, I do know your answer. We’ve had a thing for each
other for months. I can see it in the way you look at me, and I’m
trying the only way I know how to show you I feel the same; you
merely wish to know how much I want you, and I will show you.” He
kissed her throat, turned her lips toward his with a gentle grip to
her chin, and murmured against her mouth: “Why would I consent if
we’d enjoy your small acts of defiance? I think we’d find the
consequences pleasurable. I would rather you rebel by coming to me.
Sign the contract and I’ll show you I care very much for you. I’ll
lay all of your hesitations to rest while you lie in my bed. Meet
me there now, Miss Jane—
after you sign
.”

He placed a pen over the signature line.
Then he walked out of the room, his hot breath left a cool
impression she wished was warm again. But he gave her time alone to
mull over her decision. Mr. Callaway excelled at maintaining
control over everything, and pleasurable punishments were very,
very tempting. His form of compromise yielded very little.

Instead of signing her name, she made her
mark by writing
I will sleep in your bed whenever I want, Mr.
Callaway
. Her answer would surely bring about more nipple
torture, but she liked the idea. Maybe he was even teaching her to
like punishments. He always thought ten steps ahead of her and knew
she take pleasure in being deliberately punished; for a moment she
thought about leaving Mr. Callaway in his room to confuse him. But
reaping his reaction to her signature sounded far more enjoyable.
She giggled, thinking about battling in his bed over where she’d
sleep; because she wanted to feel his hot body over hers while he
proved he wanted her, she immediately picked up the contract, and
headed to his room.

She opened the door, took a few steps toward
his bed, but hadn’t gone far before the door shut, and she spun
around. Mr. Callaway had his palm on the door, which he kept there
just as he held her in place with a knowing gaze. Jane could feel
his dissatisfaction and need to correct her; somehow reading her
mind about signing the contract with an ornery note. He let his
hand drop, and took a step toward. “What took so long?”

Even though she was only seconds behind him,
and he obviously teased her, she answered, “Nothing, I came
straight here.”

He took a few steps toward her, and then
gripped the contract that she grasped. “Have you done as I asked?”
He jerked the paperwork from her fingertips before dropping it.
Unexpectedly, he lifted her, and pinned her to the wall with his
groin, making her exhale the air from her lungs. But when she
breathed deep, his body heat warmed his cologne, and made the spicy
scent powerfully alluring. She wanted to rip his clothes off, and
see him in all his glory. However, he was motionless, inhaling her
scent just as she was his.

She twined her arms around him, locked her
fingers together, and licked her lips. By the lust in his eyes, she
knew he’d kiss her. After waiting only a moment, he leaned into
her. He brushed his mouth across hers. She parted her lips,
sticking out her tongue enough he could lick her tip if he wished.
He tilted his head, bringing his soft touch to the corner of her
mouth, clearly waiting to passionately take her.

Mr. Callaway squeezed her hips, and the
sensation made her ache. She wrapped her legs around him, and when
he pressed his groan firmly into her to keep her where she was,
they panted into each other’s mouths. Right when she was about to
beg him to kiss her, he drew back, looking doubtful. “You’re not
answering me. You did sign, didn’t you?”

“I came here, didn’t I?”

“That’s not the same thing,
and you know
it
.”

He released her, and when he scooped the
contract off the ground, she wished he’d return to her. Before she
had time to think of a response to get him back into her arms, he
read. “I may have overacted,” she was about to say, but the moment
she opened her mouth; she caught the flicker of a smile. “You’re
not upset?”

“Upset? No. I can’t describe the depths of
how badly I want to entrap you, and now you’re mine. You cannot
escape me. I’m the cuffs that shackle you, and if I want you
strapped to my bed, all I have to do is put you there.” He dropped
the contract on the floor again, rushed to her, putting his palms
on either side of her, and instantly kissed her.

Hit from nowhere, Jane suddenly sought his
seed with lust. She gripped him tight and wrapped a leg around him.
Desiring his cock grinding her panties, she tried squeezing him
like a woman in heat. He met her urgency by hastily unzipping his
pants and then captured her wrist to force her hand to his dick.
There was no need to stop the frenzy of swirling tongues and
passionate kissing to demand she remove him. Jane needed his heat
in her hand, and silky skin anywhere on her body. Yet he growled
into her mouth, “Stroke me, Jane. Touch me.”

He groped her thighs, lifting her skirt. No
sooner than she tugged his boxers, he wrenched the delicate fabric
of her panties, pulling the thin strip between her legs far to the
side. He held the leg that wrapped him with the same hand that
gripped her destroyed panties. All the passion and urgency she
longed to see, suddenly unleashed. He kissed her hard, thrust his
cock into her hand the moment she freed him, and then didn’t stop
pumping with wild greed. She stroked his cock, aiming for her wet
slit, but he threw his shaft into her hand again and again, making
his girth prod her belly.

When they finally came up for air, tearing
at each other’s clothes and abusing his cock like they thought of
nothing except a need for him to cum, she saw a flash of triumph in
his eyes as he said, “You’re mine now, Jane.” Making her feel
adored and wanted; she loved his obsession to secure her. Jane
smiled, daring him to prove it with a hard fuck.

He slammed forward, knocking her fist and
his lengthy shaft against her bellybutton. He held his erection
against her, bent his legs, and slipped out of her hand. “Where do
you want my cock,
here
?” He easily drew the end of his dick
down the length of her slick folds, and pressed his tip against her
opening.

“Yes! I want your cock. I swear it owns me!”
She clawed his hips, needing him that second and not a heartbeat
later. He thrust, and shoved into her pussy to her depths. They let
out a loud moan as his girth burrowed into every inch of her. Her
tight walls squeezed his thick cock. He felt as big as the night
before, but this time the pressure was delicious. She loved how he
made her tender the evening prior, and the penetration forced her
to submit to his powerful cock.

There was no time to catch her breath, he
drew back and fucked her hard. He held her leg open wide, making
her take his full length. His thick cock tugged her before he
rammed into her with a powerful twinge that throbbed yet caused
ripples of pleasure to shoot through her body. He was incredibly
fast, pummeling into her back wall with a wild need to cum. Or
maybe it was her lust for his seed that convinced her that he
nailed her to the wall for the sole purpose of filling her with
sperm.

Jane jerked his pants, wrenching him to her
sex. He rapidly hammered without ceasing. The constant tapping made
her tremble. She couldn’t seem to open her legs wide enough to
welcome his deep pounding.

“CUM!” she demanded. They needed to drown in
his seed to quench the fire. She kept begging him with that single
erotic word, until he threw his hips forward, and gripped her
tight.