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

until he
became livid she invited a boy over and gave out the gate code.
There were countless things he spoke to her about, too; for
instance, not bringing Cody’s jacket to the ice arena during the
heat of the summer; keeping Mr. Callaway waiting when he arrived
early for scheduled outings to the zoo, science museum, and
sporting events, or dressing inappropriately for children’s
activities. All these mistakes held severe consequences.
    He demanded perfection, but in a lot of
instances, his attention to detail did a lot of good. Not many knew
of his humanitarian work, but his wealth and generosity impacted
the world. He spent a fortune anonymously; supplying third-world
countries with vaccines; founding a charity called Children’s
Nutrition Worldwide; and in recent years he became a Goodwill
Ambassador for the United Nations.
    Jane asked about pictures of him surrounded
by children in Africa; when she showed an interest in his work, he
got her involved, and she saw his passion for helping others
firsthand. After that, her respect for him, and even his dominant
ways, became lovable.
    She always searched for that compassion when
she was in trouble, but Jane knew he’d find the perfect penalty for
the charges on a receipt he found in his office. Men like Mr.
Callaway, the impossible-to-please type, had far too many creative
punishments.
    “I didn’t think it would be a problem, Mr.
Callaway. I didn’t realize I had a clothing allowance as long as I
kept it reasonable,” she groveled, explaining honestly. He never
cared before, but then she never came home with a five thousand
dollar charge for so little. She thought the amount practical since
he spent more on suits; he never breathed a word when she bought a
stylish, one-of-a-kind fur coat as a fashion statement. “I’m
sorry.”
    “The amount doesn’t concern me as much as
the establishment where you purchased these four items.” He took
another threatening step into her room, looking serious, powerful,
and above all handsome.
    She hated herself for thinking his flushed
skin made his eyes smolder, but he was damn sexy when drilling his
unblinking gaze into her like he could see into her soul and
discover her crush. As always, he outwardly wore his authority with
an intoxicating effect; undeniably, her greatest weakness was his
ability to seduce her with a stern grumble that she’d done
something wrong. He gave her butterflies, and once again, his stare
made her excitedly nervous. He never got close unless he had a
reason to seize her wrist and tell her that she wasn’t building
trust; he demanded trust from the beginning when he wanted to know
everywhere she went.
    He narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to
tell him everything with demanding silence. But not for one second
did she let his steel-gray eyes chill her insides and crumble. If
she didn’t know better, she’d smile until he loosened up, but he
only responded to submission with satisfaction—another lesson she
learned by trial and error.
    “You have an account there, Mr. Callaway. I
asked. I decided that if you thought it was an elegant boutique, I
couldn’t go wrong.” When his face flushed red with anger, she knew
she said the wrong thing. She nervously squirmed, and chose not to
ramble on about their last argument over clothes when she wasn’t
shopping at high-end stores; he refused to give anyone reason to
think he didn’t pay her well.
    “You were inquiring,” his voice dropped to a
whisper, which became more lethal, “if I’m buying lingerie for
women?”
    “No,” she said quickly and shook her head
forcefully. She’d rather pretend he didn’t date, though she knew of
numerous discreet affairs. Jane wasn’t the only woman drawn to
power; and Mr. Callaway never lacked offers from women seeking a
rich, dominant man. “I asked if you had an account; that’s
all.”
    “That is none of your business, Miss
Jane,” he growled. “However, I have every right to demand why you’d
spend