Free Kept Women: Two Fertile Submissive Stories by Nicole Snow

“I...I am saving you! Just as the elder
Voroshlovs would've wanted. Just as Masha would've wanted! You, Mr.
Voroshlov, bring shame and sin here! I tolerated those whores
because my heart wept for you after losing her. They meant nothing
to you. But this American girl is clueless. Weak. Disgusting.”
    “ She's also the first
woman I've loved since I lost my wife. Forget the past, Natasha
Fedorova. Let it slip away, and you'll see how wrong you
are.”
    “ Nyet! ” I flinched at her earsplitting scream, jerking my face away
from her brittle lips.
    My ear was far too close to her mouth. Her
roar echoed.
    “ The past is all we have.
Our traditions, our honor...if you were half the man your father
was, Nikolai, you'd know that.”
    Natasha's eyes grew wide. Her hand shook as
she pushed the gun hard into my soft stomach, just below the ribs.
I screamed, knowing she was about to fire.
    An earth shattering blast ripped past my
head. Something heavy dropped on the ground, and I fell with
it.
    Free of her grasp, I clambered backward
toward the nearest wall, checking my abdomen to make sure I hadn't
been shot. Then I snapped my head toward Nikolai.
    His heavy chest was rising and falling. His
knuckles were white around his handgun, still gripped tight in
front of his face.
    A terrible feminine groan curdled the air. I
looked at Natasha's crumpled heap just a couple feet away, her pale
skin growing white like a powdered phantom.
    Nikolai dropped the gun on the floor, not
far from where hers had fallen. He was on her in a flash, but he
wasn't strangling her like I'd expected.
    “ Why, Natasha Fedorova?
Why did you make me do this?” Nikolai's powerful face twisted and
he began to cry. “You stupid, stubborn fool...”
    He broke into Russian, a series of sad,
rugged phrases. They had the same ghastly cadence as the words he'd
just said in English.
    My heart broke a little with his as he held
his dying servant. I stood, navigating my feet carefully around the
blood running far from Natasha's chest wound.
    I stopped next to him, clasping Nikolai's
shoulder tight. Beaming love and comfort, I looked into his eyes.
Natasha's face went limp and she wasn't moving, not even to
breathe.
    “ Killing her is like
murdering an Aunt who's become a mad dog. But I did it for you,
kitten.” He looked up, enveloping my thin fingers in
his.
    I never wanted you to kill for me...even
someone so deserving. Oh, Nikolai, what have I done by coming
here?
    He stood a moment later. The door burst open
next to us. I jumped, wondering if I could withstand another
dangerous surprise, even as he pulled me close to his chest.
    I relaxed a little when I saw they were his
men in their gray and black fatigues, swinging their guns around
the narrow hall to ensure all threats had been neutralized. The
door flapped on its hinges, giving glimpses of the bodies littering
a shot up SUV.
    “ It's all over now,
kitten. No one will ever hurt you again. And I'll die a thousand
times before they hurt our children.”
    He growled, pulling me close. I was already
on the verge, but it was my turn to totally break down. I sobbed on
his smooth jacket, mashing my face into his chest, wishing I could
undo the whole awful scene that had just unfolded.
    But awful or not, I still had him. Nikolai
and his muscles, his heart of steel, humming its steady music not
far beneath my ear.
    Even through the hot tears stinging my
cheeks and saturating his chest, I smiled.
    Yes! Whatever horror comes...I've made the
right choice. This is my home, my man, and it's here I'm going to
stay.
     
    Nikolai was due to meet the business
delegation from Finland tomorrow. Something about developing land
he owned near the border into a resort for Scandinavian
tourists.
    My hand tightened in his the second I saw my
father.
    Just remember to
breathe, I reminded myself. We're in a public place. He won't dare embarrass
himself too much in front of his well heeled colleagues. And at
least I'm not showing