Curves for Breeding: Bred to Surrender (BDSM BBW Erotic Romance) (2 page)

The bedroom!
Panic trumpeted through her head.

Well, what did you expect? This isn't just a social call to admire a place you could never afford.

Her heartbeat quickened as they walked through his silver studded door. Heather removed her heels, placing them on the deep red rug. They looked so out of place in the cherry wood entryway, cheap shoes that fell apart amid the real luxury on display here.

Leo waited near the staircase, staring down his long hallway. She took her time pulling off her sweater jacket and hanging it up in the closet. Just a few more steps and she would be drawn into his world, a place heavy with mystery, so deep and different that it might never let her go.

“
Please, right this way,” he said, taking her hand. The way he locked his fingers on hers and pulled her up the stairways indicated that he wasn't asking. He was demanding, and “no” was out of the question.

Making the Exchange

Leo brought her into an elegant bedroom that looked more suited for a high end resort than someone's permanent residence. His bed was a wide canopy with light blue curtains hanging from the sides. Heather felt as though she had wandered into a Gothic bodice-ripper film.

He pushed the door shut behind them, turning the lock just above the knob. “On your knees,” he commanded, striding forward.

Heather's internal tempo rose, shooting adrenaline charged blood through her capillaries, like horse hooves jarring her bones. The refined atmosphere in his posture and voice had vanished. Now, she was alone with a strong man, in his personal cave, where anything might happen.

“
Like this?” Heather slowly ambled downward, resting at the foot of the bed. She hated the way her curves stretched outward against her blouse. If he hadn't noticed her less-than-athletic body shape before, he would now.

Go easy. He wouldn't have invited you up here if there weren't something worthwhile for him...I just wish I knew what it was.

He walked up to her until she was just inches below him, spreading his legs slightly. “Reach up and open my pants. I want to see how well you can do my warm up.”

His frankness jolted her with equal amounts of excitement and fear. Shaking, she brought her small fingers up to his trousers. His heavy silver belt buckle seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and it took her more tries than she intended to undo the zipper.

“
Go on. Reach in and see what you can find,” he said, his breath thickening.

Her hand crept forward. She felt a well trimmed tuft of hair, a warm shield of flesh, and...

Oh my God. This can't be right,
she thought. His size alarmed her, filling her hands easily.

When she successfully extracted his erection through the hole she had made, it left no doubts. Leo's manhood was enormous, even when it was only half erect. The hard vein covered shaft stiffened with sultry blood at her touch.

She wrapped both her hands around it and steadied herself, pumping it up and down. Heather enjoyed testing her oral skills on a new lover, but she worried about how far he would stretch her lips.

Only one way to find out.
Heather splayed her mouth wide and sank down on his hardness, pushing herself deep past the big round head.

Leo rolled his head back and sighed. His strong hands fell to her shoulders. Bit by bit, his fingers tightened as she bobbed up and down, trying her best to lighten the dull suctioning sounds that slid out her mouth. There was no way to help being sloppy with a member this large, but the smacking still embarrassed her.

“
Go faster. Let me feel how fast and hard you can go...”

Without hesitation, she listened. The tightness in his face, just below his half-closed eyes, said that he hadn't found anything to dislike.

His positive reaction lessened her doubts. She wasn't totally convinced yet, but he was quickly making her feel...
acceptable.

Feeling her heart burn with new confidence, she pushed deeper, pumping the base near his thick balls that were just out of reach. Heather rolled her tongue up along his underside, until she found the sensitive spot beneath his swollen head. Her prodding there caused him to shake.

She worked it without mercy. A small moan from her throat vibrated on his hot skin, her own tiny chorus of the arousal he had driven into her.

Every brush of her tongue stirred pleasure, making her sex swell. No man had ever seemed to grateful with his murmured sighs, nor so urgent. His fingers dug into her soft shoulders as her mouth melded to his flesh, sucking and whirling, stroking a vortex of joyous electricity into existence.

“
Enough,” he said, pushing her away. “That was excellent, but now I want to see more of you. Show me the body beneath the skills.”

Leo tucked his magnificent erection away, folding his arms once again and waiting. Very slowly, Heather undid the buttons on her blouse, feeling her cheeks warm. Leo shook his head up and down, urging her on.

Her shirt fell to the ground, only leaving her jeans and a black bra. He moved over to her, pushing her hands behind her back.

“
Hold them there. I want to unwrap the rest of you.” He went to work, unhooking the back of her lacy bra. As soon as it crumpled down to join her blouse, he moved to her breasts, fondling and squeezing from behind.

He massaged them simultaneously, pressing his hands deep into her flesh. His chin touched her shoulder and he inhaled deeply, savoring the warmth. Her nipples prodded out his fingers like pink painted citadels rising from his mountainous hands.

There was no helping herself. Not with the incredible energy coursing through every channel traced by his fingers.

He had worked her body like a silent hunter, drawing a net of pleasure that held her in place. Heather pushed her back against him and moaned, right as his forefingers and thumbs pinched her nipples hard.

Not long after, Leo's hand grazed her ass sharply, urging her to rise. She stood, trembling nervously as he moved below her, tugging at the button and zipper holding her jeans up.

In one swift motion, he dragged her bottoms down, and then did the same to her black panties. He gave her bare cheeks a hard crack, enough to force her forward.

“
Step out of them and turn around. I want to see your beautiful naked body,” he ordered.

Beautiful? Is that really what he's going to think when he sees that little ribbon of flab rolling off your abdomen?

She stood fixed in place, tormented by doubt. His fingers swept up the backs of her thighs and clamped
down on her buttocks.

“
What's the hold up, Heather?”

“
Please...I can't.” She sniffed, fighting back tears. His confident hold over her was overwhelming, and she sensed that they had barely started. If this was only the surface of what he had planned...she wouldn't last.

“
I wasn't asking. If you're really that uncomfortable, I'll let you leave any time. Just keep in mind you won't get what you came from. And not any of this either...”

His face pressed close enough to feel the hot breaths streaming from his mouth. His rugged puffs of air breezed up from the backs of her knees, climbing higher, growing hotter along the way.

He stopped when he was at the crack between her cheeks. Then his hands slid up and he began pulling.

Leo leaned up into her, lashing the edge of her sex with his long tongue. The air he exhaled reached deeper, smothering her weeping slit. His fingers pulled on her folds and started to pry them apart, making plenty of room for his eager tongue.

“
Ohhhh...no....” Heather's protest died in her throat. She wanted to collapse onto his face as it shoved its way into her loins, dancing and twirling. Her legs weakened a little more with every lick.

She was so lost in his cruel pleasures that she didn't realize he was slowly turning her around. Eventually, his licking slowed, replaced by the whorls of his fingertips. They arced in and out of her cavern, driving up to her clitoris, spiking round and round like a tornado.

Heather opened her eyes, surprised to see him staring up at her as he tongued her. He blinked once, then dove for her ballooning clitoris. The swollen bead disappeared between his lips and he smothered it with his tongue.

“
Stophhh! This is too good, too much...”

Leo didn't listen to her pitiful mews. His fingers pushed in and out before she could protest again, spinning her head as well as her body.

The room seemed to move, but it was actually her. He used his tongue as a lure to maneuver her toward the huge canopy bed.

When they reached the edge of the navy blue curtains, he quickly slid under her and pushed the small of her back. Heather tumbled forward with his pressure, more from surprise than real force.

She fell headfirst into the soft mattress, giving a little squeal. But it was actually the unexpected emptiness of his disappearing tongue that upset her more than the fall.

She rolled over and saw a dark shadow through the curtains. Leo was undressing, revealing his well sculpted body. His chiseled torso rippled through the thin barrier, calling her like the perfect shadow of Adonis from another world. One where the men were chiseled like thousand year statues.

The sound of his trousers falling came after. When his boxers had sunk to the ground, his shadow crept forward, tearing open the curtains in a firm rush.

“
Lay back. See those wooden shackles built into the front?” He waited for her to turn toward them, watching her face contort. “They're waiting for you. And so are these.”

Leo held her panties bundled in one hand. His huge, naked figure was an imposing obstacle. She knew that she could leave, but his gorgeous form made that an impossibility.

I know this isn't right. He can do anything to me in these shackles and I won't have the chance to say no. But...I just can't stop my hands from sliding into the cool oak, letting him close them and snap the locks shut, anything for him.

Anything for a small sample of his fiery seed. I can take a risk for a chance at the perfect baby.

Leo smiled, warming her with his hardened face. He watched her wriggle her hands – testing the constraints he had given her. She couldn't move them more than half an inch.

“
Now, close your eyes. It's about to get a whole lot darker.” He stretched her panties, tearing them in two. The wet spot in the middle formed a target for the back of her head. Leo pushed them across her head like a sling, winding the rest around her eyes and tying them near her temple.

Darkness. Everything is gone now, and I'm at the mercy of this man. Will I even see his milky batter spilling from my mold?

She wondered if she had made a wise decision, tiny daggers of doubt still at work. The pleasure that came next drew them out of her skin.

Leo's strong arms spread her legs wide, enough to stuff his face back into her sex. Tongue and fingers forced her into a steady leather. Her thigh muscles tensed and wobbled, cooked to tenderness by his unstoppable movements.

Her tremors only increased his eagerness to lap up her slickness, driving his hands into her. Anything to feel her warm velvet, the ground he would soon occupy and saturate with his seed.

“
I can't stop it!” She shouted, the only warning before orgasm thundered through her body. Heather's head pressed into the hard headboard, until she saw stars exploding across the screens of her lids.

Leo's lips molded to her clit and sucked, gently grinding his teeth around her mound, pushing her headfirst into the explosion. Her sex gushed, drooling on his fingers, imprinting her musk upon his flesh. He felt it enter through his pores, like a powerful driving him onward.

She lay back in silence for a minute, panting when it was over. Her thighs continued to squeeze and release every few seconds. She needed more rest, but that was all he gave her.

Before she knew it, his hard legs were between her thighs. A great bulk shifted above the makeshift blindfold. The hardest, strongest part jutting from its center was pressing toward her.

The huge shaft she had witnessed earlier stretched her when there were just three inches curled inside. He penetrated her hard and fast, allowing little time to adjust to his great size.

Leo knew that her body would take it, fighting through its discomfort. He saw the way she reacted to him. Heather would do anything –
anything
– for his sperm. A temporary flash of pain would be no obstacle.

Heather's lips quivered as he started to thrust. It felt like heavy bags were plowing into her soft skin, like thick bags filled with warm oil. She only realized they were his balls when he picked up his pace, the same thick testicles that would pump her full of life. They brushed the soft pocket below her slippery sex, sticky with sweat and leaking juices from her slit.

“
Ohhh...not so fast. You're so big, Leo. It's hard to take at once.”

He picked himself up and rammed deeper, smashing his thicket of trimmed pubic hair toward her aching clit. “It'll be harder still in a second.”