Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories by Nicole Snow Page A

HEART
     
     
    SEXY SAMPLES: FIGHT FOR HER HEART
     
    My moment of truth had arrived. My breathing
picked up, quickly matching his heavy chest rising and falling
above me.
     
    I stopped. Eyes gently closed, I inhaled the
cinnamon spice wafting off his body, letting his scent re-wire the
bad connections clipped by my attacker in the alley.
     
    I wouldn't – couldn't! – let what had
happened at the studio happen again. There wouldn't be a third
chance.
     
    He needed to kiss me. Right now.
     
    I wasn't sure what happened first. My legs
opened a little wider for him, my wrists relaxed, and I went limp
and breathless. I pursed my lips and angled my neck upward.
     
    Soft. Inviting. Hungry.
     
    Take me, warrior! Forget the past. Don't
hold back. Take control, just like you do in the ring.
     
    The light behind my eyelids disappeared. I
sensed his powerful face moving to mine, lips searching for a soft
place to land, to burn and pillage.
     
    His kiss lit me on fire. He sucked the
breath from my lungs, replacing my uncertain fog with brilliant,
purifying fire.
     
    I almost choked at the intensity. The part
of my brain running on fear shut down, and all circuits went firing
toward desire, feeding the frenzy raging between my legs.
     
    Moaning into his mouth, I stiffened.
     
    His tongue devoured my excitement, lapping
at my moan in swift laps, circular and sweetly hypnotic. My knees
began to tremble. My lips were satisfied, but the rest of me needed
more – and needed it now!
     
    “Oh, fuck!” I whispered.
“No man's ever kissed me like that.”
     
    He muttered something about wanting me like
no one else, the words of an apex hunter. “Think you can handle my
heat?”
     
    Yes! No! Maybe?
     
    I mumbled a weak reply, too drunk on the
sticky dynamite going off inside me to say anything coherent.
Really, I didn't know if I could handle him, but there was no
stopping this.
     
    Not when my body needed it so bad. My skin
heated, softening beneath his touch, submitting and opening itself
for every last rigor he intended to make on my ready flesh.
     
    Suddenly, his strong hand was on my skirt.
He worked it down, pouring his hot breath across my moist face,
panting in triumph when layer one was down to my knees...
     
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Whatever He Wants
     
By Kelsey Charisma
     

When Mr. Callaway hired Jane, she mistakenly
thought the job would be easy money. Working for an affluent man
who wanted a live-in nanny at his beck and call for a
three-year-old boy who’d only be around Wednesday nights and every
other weekend sounded like a dream job.
    Nowadays, she knew how wrong she’d been; Mr.
Callaway owned her and every waking minute of her life. Looking
back, she could see his careful steps to ensure her dependence so
she couldn’t walk away. He bought her a Porsche Cayenne, saying it
was for his child’s safety.
    Then there was the unlimited credit card he
put in her name, insisting she may need it if he wasn’t there to
withdraw funds. The rich lifestyle came with lavish parties and
extravagant trips.
    In case he needed her, she attended
everything. To fill her idle time, he introduced her to a renowned
interior designer willing to hire her after a few years working as
a protégé.
    At his whim, it could all go away, and Mr.
Callaway was very demanding. He made leaving impossible, because as
weak as it sounded, she quickly became accustomed to him spoiling
her.
    If Jane didn’t decide the first time he
intimidated her that she’d refuse to be frightened by his
authoritative demeanor and the influence he had over everyone
around him, she’d be terrified of such power. The man ruled
everything in his world; he easily maintained his respectability
and sway over all around him as if he spent a lifetime perfecting
the art of persuasion.
    She learned the hard way that Mr. Callaway
micromanaged everything, and checked on things she did without her
knowledge. She had no idea he monitored her every move