Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories (13 page)

Her breaths became heavy, and there was
exhilaration in watching her chest rise to meet his fingers as he
folded the corners outward. Making sure his touch had a sensual
tease, he lightly smoothed the fabric over taut nipples before
continuing to unravel the long strand. His eyes weighted her down
as he watched every moan escape.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, which made her nervous,
because she didn’t know what he had in mind to turn pleasure into
punishment. But not knowing was as exciting as his touch. Every
inch he loosened made her arch higher, yet he took his time until
he brushed his fingers from her navel to her thighs. Purposefully
taking a new path with each swipe over her sex, he let his fingers
slide to the end of the string to glide the back of his hand along
her mound and inner thighs. Her core ached, and tightened whenever
his hand neared.

Jane whimpered in disappointed agony when he
stopped long before she wanted the petting to end. He let the open
material rest where it lay, and stood, looking at her. He picked up
his Scotch, drinking it while taking his time to savor the sight.
Her breasts weren’t exposed, or even her panties, but he took great
pleasure seeing her soft, flat stomach and long muscular legs.

“Open your legs wide, Jane,” he instructed,
his gaze on her inner thighs. She did as he asked, spread them as
far as she could, and stroked his pant leg. When her foot came
close to his groin, he moved toward her, letting her caress his
stiff cock.

Mr. Callaway took his Scotch, walked to the
end of the bed and made sure she noticed him looking between her
legs; he didn’t bother to look away when rummaging through his safe
again. This time he removed nipple clamps connected by a chain,
which dangled from the hand that lifted his liquor.

When he returned to her side, he took
pleasure in watching her fidget. All Jane knew about nipple clamps
was the rumor that they hurt. With no way to her cover her breasts,
she wriggled nervously. He sat, and didn’t speak until she quieted
and relaxed. “Are you nervous?”

“Not too bad. Is that my punishment?” she
asked with a nod at the clamps.

“No. I want you to tell me when the pinch is
perfect for you—when you feel it here.” He cupped her sex, and
pressed his finger against her panties. She throbbed against his
firm squeeze for the moment he firmly pushed against her clit. Once
he released her, she loudly groaned, wishing she could clinch her
legs tight to feel the delicious throb of sweet relief.

Clearly delighting in her struggle, he
watched her strain against the cuffs. The steel dug into her
wrists, yet somehow they calmed her by reminding her he’d fill her
need. If she could count on anything, he’d punish her until
satisfied even if she had to be bad on purpose.

“I’m surprised it took so long to realize
you’re a virgin, Jane. I should’ve seen your heightened response to
my touch as curiosity, but I thought you were simply eager to
submit—because you
are
eager to please and I love that. I’m
positive denying me to use these hasn’t even crossed your mind. You
want these, don’t you?”

“Yes, I’ll try them.”

He took one last sip of Scotch, set it down,
and then dropped one nipple clamp onto the bed before grazing the
cold tip of the other along her shoulder. The chilly chain felt
like a long lick. He ran the end down her chest toward her small
swell and areola. The sensation was sensual, but the anticipation
drove her wild. By holding the other end, he cooled her skin by
skimming the clamp between her tits and to her other mound before
returning, taking a sporadic path that left her guessing where he’d
go next.

Eventually, he coiled the chain around her
nipple, making her tip stiffen as he played. Then he went back to
tracing her skin with the warming tip, and burying her other nub
under the steel links.

Curiously, as he caressed her, he twisted
the adjustable peg. Knowing he had her attention, he took his time
to widen the gap between the two caps. She wondered if she’d stop
him, but wide apart they looked so harmless and he was right, she
wanted to please. And she would keep giving him everything he
wanted until he refused to give her what she desired.

“Do you know what these are?”

“Yes.”

“Should I tease you some other way?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’ll try
them.”

“I’ll do this slowly, but tell me when it’s
too much or if you’re done. This isn’t punishment, Jane. This is
for pleasure only. You don’t have to lay here and take it. That’s
not what I want.”

“I know what you want, and I said I’ll try
it.”

“Okay.” He slipped her small nipple into the
clamp. She watched, half afraid but mostly curious, while he slowly
released the screw until the plastic coverings squeezed her pink
bud in a tight pinch. When she gasped and held her breath, he let
go, though she was positive she could take more. Nevertheless, he
stopped to marvel at her, and leaned back while running his hand
down the length of her body. Clearly he loved the sight of her pink
tip plump from the compression; and for the first time he was
obvious about finding her small frame sexy by briefly petting his
bulge.

“Should I continue or remove it?” he asked
and sipped his Scotch; he made it clear what he meant by dropping
the other clamp into the icy liquor.

“Continue.”

“Are you telling me what you want, or what
you think I want to hear, Jane?”

“Would you stop if I asked?” she queried,
unsure when he’d begin to deny her pleasure as punishment.

“No, I’m asking because I want the
truth.”

“I want you to continue.”

He smiled, and lifted the chain and clamp
from the icy glass. The motion tugged her nipple. She gasped, and
felt the teasing bite so intensely it made her ache. “I want you to
lick me,” she whimpered.

“And I will when
I’m
ready. I make
our choices. Not you.”

He trapped her nipple in the freezing clamps
by slowly unscrewing the pin. The cold caressed her like sharp
teeth. Surprisingly, Jane loved the icy temperature more than a hot
tongue.

He took his time, watching her reaction and
the subtle lightening of her pink flesh as it pinched. No doubt he
loved it all, from seeing her try to escape the handcuffs to being
in control of her pleasure and even hearing the pants that
quickened every time she dared to let him tighten the clamp. Jane
had to admit, she was beginning to think her body looked sexy
adorned with chains.

Probably knowing more than she because he
was experienced, he stopped before her pain threshold and waited.
He took pleasure in seeing her cuffed to the bed with the sexy
chain crossing from one nipple to the other, and looked for signs
she needed more. Jane had to admit that every part of her looked
tempting—her wide spread legs invited him to climb atop her, her
small body offered no resistance, her nipples looked helpless and
ready for any form of play, and her hands above her head symbolized
submission. Mr. Callaway was as good as hers, and with each step he
took to bend her to his will was one step closer to her feeling him
cum in her virgin pussy. She was a wild animal locked in chains,
and he’d be wise to keep her where she was. Jane had her claws in
him, she was his weakness, and he crumbled under his own desire
which was exactly what she wanted him to do.

“You’re sexy, Jane.”

“And helpless to anything you do to me,” she
said, trying to indulge his fantasies.

“True.”

“Even if you took my virginity, Mr.
Callaway, I’d be shackled and obediently take you.”

“Also true. I could strip you naked until
you’re comfortable baring everything to me—body, mind and soul.
That’s what this is really about, Jane. I want everything from you,
but your devotion most of all, because that is what I plan to give.
I will never divide my time between you and another woman. You’ll
be my only lover.”

He grabbed scissors with rounded ends, and
snipped away her lingerie, panties and all. He swept the pile of
clippings off the bed, and returned to reveling in the sight of her
petite frame, freely staring at her pussy. Right when she thought
he’d fondle her, he sipped his Scotch, drawing out the minutes as
her body cooled in the chilly air. Her taut nipples pained her
deliciously, but that was the only pleasure he allowed.

While enjoying seeing her sprawled legs and
powerlessness, he dribbled cold drops of liquor onto her nipples.
She jolted and whimpered in need of warmth. He let Scotch trickle
down her side and pool between her dainty mounds. Then he did the
same to her other perky areola, wetting her light-pink skin with
the icy drink. Though the streams gave her goosebumps, she loved
the biting cold, and gave into his wishes by letting the effects
stir her craving even more. She began to beg him to lick it up. Her
pussy throbbed and ached from the best kind of torture;
unfortunately his self-control proved greater than her own.

She grew annoyed; she wanted passion that
blindsided her, and his languid toying seemed like a decided lack
of interest. Only greedy need to cum in her would satisfy. Unless
he decided to put the cuffs to good use, and slip inside with every
intention of planting his seed, she wouldn’t be pleased. She wanted
him mounting her, and ravenously taking her without permission or
request. And if he brought her to feel such frustrations only to
deny her, she was going to be livid.

Not noticing her desperation, he leaned
down, nibbling her rib and working up to her nipple, lapping the
Scotch in doting caresses. When he reached her nipple, he removed
an ice cube and slowly circled her nub. The sensation of a freezing
tongue, flicking and licking her swollen tip, made her cream. When
she released a loud moan, enjoying his attention, he switched to
the other ensnared nipple, abusing it with soothing swirls.

“I love it,” she said, and arched into the
ice. He leaned down and sucked her nipple, taking the entire clamp
in his mouth. When her nipple warmed and feeling returned, his
lapping sent a rush of heat down to her toes. Yet he licked while
freezing her other nipple with ice.

Jane couldn’t help it; she squeezed her legs
together, and whimpered as her clit pulsated with aching necessity.
She wriggled, pulling the cuffs to ground her lust, but nothing
worked. Jane needed more than a throb or lick. She didn’t know what
cock felt like in her pussy, but she was damn sure that if she
didn’t have it, she’d go mad with frustration.

Even though she knew he’d swell with
triumph, she pleaded, “Please touch me down there, Mr.
Callaway.”

“Where, Jane?” he asked, smugly; he had her
exactly where he wanted. Tormented and punished—left wanting.

“You know where. Please,” she begged, hoping
he’d be merciful. “Touch between my legs.”

“First, speak to me with more respect, Jane.
Don’t make me demand you call me sir. Second, call things by their
name. I want to hear you say
pussy
. Where do you want me to
touch?”

“My pussy,” she squeaked, embarrassed to say
such a dirty word, but once spoken, it was incredibly hot. A
burning fire built inside that only his cum could quench. She
wanted his cock stroking her depths until she was thoroughly
ravished; firmly holding his crown against her cervix and shooting
sperm into her womb. To excite him, she added, “Please finger my
pussy.” Amazingly, her command aroused her, and she instantly
repeated herself in a lustful plea.

“You don’t want my cock?”

“If I said I do, I don’t think you’d give it
to me.” He had her right where he wanted her. She was begging,
groveling in desperation for his stiff shaft.

“Do you want my cock? Answer me.”

“
I do!
I want it. I want your cock,
Mr. Callaway.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment, Jane.
I told you I’ll prove that you get nothing if you don’t first
please me. I can’t let you cum, Jane, as much as I want to let
you.”

“Please, Mr. Callaway, let me cum.”

“I’ll keep pleasuring you, Jane, but I can’t
let you orgasm. Denying you is your punishment. Then tomorrow we’ll
start anew, and I will give you what you want.” He sat, bringing
his hand to her mound. Lovingly petting her, he said, “Open your
legs.”

Deciding it was enough that he’d take her
virginity, she spread wide; she savored the sensation of him
rubbing her sex and after a few circles he parted her slick folds.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and bowed to her clit, licking it.
Instantly, she let out a whimper when his divinely-warm, wet tongue
pressed against her throbbing petals, making her whimper. He
shifted from the odd position, never putting distance between her
and his imposing licks while he lay between her legs.

Having him so brazenly sink between her
thighs made Jane want to push him away despite the pleasure; or at
least hide her face in her hands from the embarrassment. But he
gave her no choice, made her endure the intimacy, while her wrists
were trapped.

He circled a finger around her opening and
licked his fingertip. With the glorious stroke to her opening, she
quickly forgot her hesitations, and soon pushed her hips off the
bed to meet his tongue.

“Jane, am I the one pleasuring you, or do
you want to do this yourself?” he asked the moment she began to
force him in deeper.

“Sorry.”

He hummed against her pink, slick skin and
hungrily went back to sucking her nub. With a wide open mouth, he
tugged her delicate petals with suction and tasted his withdrawing
finger. He pushed onto an elbow to watch her opening swallow the
length of this middle finger. “You’re really wet, Jane. I’m
guessing you love being fingered.”

“I like you tying me up, too; I feel taken
advantage of,” she blushed when admitting it, but he valued
honesty, and proved it by banging into her hard, stroking her with
a curled finger.