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

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might be suggesting a sexual agreement with a stipulation that
you’d do everything in your power to get pregnant; you wouldn’t
even know it.”
    Jane stopped with her hand poised over the
line she needed to sign. Her eyes darted to his. He blankly stared
back, not even hinting at humor. Then again the statement was so
bold, and he too forward, for her to think his suggestion was
misunderstood. “Are you, Mr. Callaway?”
    “Yes, Jane, that’s what I’m offering.”
Jane’s mouth dropped. He on the other hand, looked confident when
he said, “Think about it.” As if he already knew her answer would
be yes, he removed his hand, pointed to the crystal decanter on his
liquor tray, and instructed, “Have the surveillance videos searched
and terminate the employee who’s been drinking my Scotch. You’ll
see on page three that I expect you to run the house from now
on.”
    Jane gawked, glowing from his proposal when
she never imagined he’d want her. And for a moment she almost
signed even though children were a condition—almost. On second
thought, she needed to read it to make certain he didn’t simply
want a nanny; she wasn’t convinced he found young, unshapely girls
attractive. She couldn’t understand why a rich man would like
someone like her, unless he got his jollies jerking her around or
truly valued their shared interest in charity work.
    “You want me romantically?”
    “You haven’t noticed that I’ve been pursuing
you for months? We’ve opened hospitals, and spent hours on the same
plane traveling to ten different countries. I’ve given you
everything you’ve wanted. I don’t do this with everyone, Jane.
Don’t you see this?
    “Not really.”
    “Well, I have. You’re nurturing toward my
son, you have a passion for world health as I do, and I’m attracted
to your willingness to submit. You take my dominance in stride by
doing everything I ask, like firing the thief.”
    Now that he mentioned it, the request sank
in. But Jane never fired anyone, and wasn’t sure she could strip
away someone’s livelihood. “I stand up to you sometimes. Especially
if I don’t agree, and…and I don’t agree with you wanting me to fire
someone for drinking your liquor, when you would’ve spanked me.”
The repercussion seemed harsh, especially since she knew his staff
spent years working for him.
    He dropped his pen onto the desk, gaped with
evident insult and before responding, rocked back and dropped his
elbows on the armrests. Her question surprised him, and he didn’t
like surprises. “I hope you’re not suggesting I spank someone besides you, Miss Jane...”
    “No,” she hastily interrupted; disturbed by
the idea he’d find pleasure in punishing anyone else. His
repercussions were sensual and always aroused her. Jane didn’t want
him enticing one of the maids. “Of course I don’t want that.”
    He smiled, stood, and came to her. He slid
his hand from her elbow to the wrist and gripped possessively. She
liked his need to claim her at the smallest sign he doubted her
interest. “Good because obviously you’re different if I want to
sleep with you. Spanking is sexual, and you must know I bent you
over that car as foreplay. If not, I certainly made a point to show
you how hard you made me.” She grinned, liking his forthright
honesty and the way he stood close as if to kiss her. “I haven’t
conditioned anyone on my staff to be my lover, except you. I want
you, and I wouldn’t ask for this contract if I didn’t already know
you like my demanding ways. I know you want this, so sign—” he
said, smiling, and then with a glance down to her lips like he’d
steal a kiss, he added playfully, “—because I’d like to take
liberties with you by morning.”
    Jane spent the evening reading the unusual
contract, which included a detailed description of how she’d strive
to conceive by nightly applying progesterone cream to boost her
fertility. Down to the last detail, it described the