Curves for Breeding: Bred to Surrender (BDSM BBW Erotic Romance) (3 page)

A loud gasp tore from her throat as he lifted up and plunged back down again. Soon, her squeals matched his thrusts. His masculine groans added thick, rough notes to the music they were making, blaring above the trumpet of her sounds and the cracking of the mattress.

Leo tore forward without a care, fully in dominant mode now. Beneath him, her face looked like a frozen mask; blind, but locked in passion. Sweat ran from her brow, disappearing into the panties draped over her eyes, and her lips had taken on a reddish sheen as they swelled with excited blood.

“
That's it. That's it,” he whispered. “Tell me how badly you want this.”

“
I want it so bad, Leo. I can't wait to feel you erupt inside me.” She waited, hoping he would burst. He rewarded her by picking up his speed, splaying her legs apart with the new depth he hit, but nothing more.

“
Not good enough,” he hissed a second later. “I want to hear you
beg
for this come. Do you want to get pregnant with a real man's baby or not?”

Real man. God, yes! I couldn't stop myself if I tried...

“
Yes,” she gasped, echoing her thoughts. “Please, fill me with your seed. I'll lose my mind...lose my life if I can't have this. I'll never give it up to anyone else.”

“
No one?”

“
No one but you...no one else is worth it. God, please don't torture me anymore!” She begged, almost on the verge of tears again. The pleasure threatened to boil over into her second orgasm of the evening any second.

Worse, her womb was greedy. It was quaking erratically, stuck somewhere in the murky boundary between pain and pleasure. It tilted down, circling the head of his intrusive shaft, poised to suck up whatever it spewed into her. But the wait was terrible.

“
Get ready then,” he groaned. Leo's hips went four times faster, quicker than they had ever gone before. His iron hard pole lurched at a furious tempo and stopped at her birth canal, stabbing downward. “Here it comes, hot and ready for your fertile womb. Swallow it all!”

She couldn't see her eyes beneath the blindfold, but they were tight and pitching every which way. Heather's vision smeared with yellow, red, black.

Her head felt like it would burst from the enormous flames rising from her spine. Her brain became a pleasure appliance plugged into the long cord reaching up from her sex, now totally owned and controlled by her dominant lover, her donor, the man who would make her pregnant.

Loud shrieks foamed from her throat as he came, spilling heaping globs of his semen into her womb.
The rush blazed on its way in, charring her forever. No one had ever come like that in her depths, firing bursts that clung to her flesh, exploding outward and sticking. Every one of them consumed her.

Muscles twitched and lips curled, trapped in wonderful paradise. Long minutes passed before it stopped. She couldn't move a muscle, let alone her mouth.

Leo finally pulled away, spent and exhausted. His balls were continuing to twitch, dripping residual droplets.

Heather pressed her legs together, desperate not to waste his seed. She wanted millions of his aggressive sperm imprisoned inside her. They had to have the best chance possible of reaching their goal, and dominating her pliant womb with his DNA the same way he had just conquered her outwardly.

Nearly half an hour passed as they lay together. She expected him to remove her shackles, but it didn't happen.

“
Um...aren't you going to let me go anytime soon?” She asked finally.

“
Let you go where? You're not getting out of here until the job is finished.” His fingers coursed through her hair.

“
What are you talking about?” Her heart began to race. The old fears previously quashed started returning, fat with worry.

“
Exactly what I said. You're not getting out of here until I've bred you for certain. That's the way it is with my women when I've chosen my mate...”

Heather wanted to cry out, shake her wrists in the restraints, swear at him – anything to get away, to reclaim the power he had taken. But his mouth had returned to her right breast, teasing her nipple with fierce strokes.

All her concerns fell down the gulf opened by pleasure. She twisted her head, feeling her brain roll.

Ahhh! I don't know if he'll ever let me out of here. If this is any indication of what's to come, I won't care at all...at least not now.

They were the last coherent thoughts before he mounted her again. When he occupied her slick warmth, melding their bodies into one, her worries vanished in a cherry red blaze as passion overrode everything else.

Kept Curves

By the third day of her training, Heather was growing worried. Her handsome keeper only allowed her out of the shackles to eat, shower, and relieve herself. Each time, he stood outside the door to his glittering private bathroom, immaculately polished with more marble and gold than any she'd seen.

I could finally leave and take my chances, now that he's given me his donation. But what if it doesn't take?

Warm droplets of shower water blazed across her breasts. Leo had left tiny bruises and hickeys from her neck line to her nipples. He was rough, but she had developed an appetite for rugged pleasure.

And his special brand of pleasure had taken her away. Logic went out the door in Heather's mind. Only uncertainty and lust remained, locked in a fearful battle for leadership. Whichever won out would determine her next moves.

She dried herself with one of the delicate towels laid out and dressed in the gown he had given her. Underwear was forbidden. The gown was so delicate that he could easily lift it up and tear it away to expose her for his use at any time.

Heather switched the light off and opened the door, coming face to face with the great lion of a man.

“
I hope you enjoyed your shower,” he said.

She allowed him to march her back into his bedroom. He had filled her once that morning, but now evening was approaching. If it were anything like the last two nights, he would force her deep into the mattress, bound and helpless, seeding her with thick molten sperm at least two more times.

“
Listen, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, rallying her courage.

Leo's stern eyes locked onto her. He watched her fine curves rippling beneath the thin blue fabric, a second skin that matched the hue of the curtains hanging over his bed.

“
I appreciate everything you've done. I really do. A little submission is more fun than I ever imagined...but I really do have to go at some point. I have a job, a mortgage payment, friends and family. I can't let that all fall away, especially if there's a baby on the way,” she said, turning away from him to hide her terror.

Leo gently wrapped his powerful arms around her. “No, you don't. Not anymore.”

She tilted her head in confusion. His teeth tugged at her earlobe, gently planting his kiss.

“
Submission is more than just a game. I want to own you, Heather, more than I've ever wanted to keep anyone. I want you here on a full time basis and I'm willing to pay for everything. In case you haven't noticed, I have the resources to do that. More than enough to cover food and shelter, and an upbringing for our son or daughter.” His strong hands rose to her breasts again, slowly squeezing.

“
No, stop. Not right now,” she forced herself away and turned around. His offer caught her off guard, like an unimagined dream unfolding right before her eyes...or maybe her worst nightmare. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“
But I do. Write your payment information down on a piece of paper and draft your resignation letter. I'll take care of everything else.”

Frozen, she didn't resist when he came to her again, pulling her deep into his immense chest. Exotic spices rolled off him, complementing his natural musk, driving her to answer long before she should.

Damn his charms. This is going to sound insane, but here it goes...

“
Okay. I'll try it out, but I want to see the check from you ASAP. Leo, I want to be with you, but this is all happening so fast. Why me? Am I just another throwaway after I'm pregnant?” She thought about the other women. For all she knew, maybe he had worked the same magic on all of them.

“
Master
Leo,” he corrected, holding a stiff pointer finger to her lips. “When we're in this bedroom, you will call me that name, my proper name.”

“
This is too much...you haven't answered anything.”

“
Maybe for now. But one day you'll come around, just wait and see,” he said. His lips brushed along her neck, licking and kissing down to her cleavage, as if he hadn't heard anything she asked.

He jerked up, uncoupling himself from her skin. “If you aren't ready to call me Master yet, why don't we take a walk? If we're not in this bedroom, I'm just Leo to you, and that's okay.”

She mulled it over, looking down at her tiny gown and the frosted window outside. A slight dusting of snow had covered the ground, only the second of the season. It wouldn't be long until Thanksgiving and Christmas, warm times with friends and family when she hoped to have a rising womb to show them.

“
Let me get you something else. I keep a few spares on hand for my visiting sister and her associates.” Leo disappeared from the room and returned about ten minutes later, holding a pair of long khakis and a thick red sweater.

Heather shed her gown, turning away from him to dress. The motion seemed silly, but she couldn't stand the thought of standing bare before him. Not now, with so many mixed emotions storming through her mind.

Maybe his walk will do some good after all,
she thought.

Luckily, the clothes fit her. After she dressed, they circled down the staircase. Leo looked so out of place in the elegant entryway, wearing nothing but his leather jacket and jeans, just as alien as her...which was strangely comforting.

Heather donned her sweater jacket, like a ghost from a lost time. It was all she had of her earlier life, the
normal
one filled with bad exes and spreadsheets. A life infinitely worse than the dark fairy realm Leo had brought her into.

“
Come on. There's a path leading into the woods not far from here. My phone says the temperat isn't half bad today, despite the snow.” He grabbed for her hand and led her out the door.

The crisp air made her long for his warmth even more. She was warm enough to be comfortable in the open winter as they approached the huger evergreens adjacent to his estate. Yet, something about winter always chilled her, no matter how beautiful the ice entrusted pine trees looked.

“
Just look at that,” Leo said, smiling as they entered the forest. “How fast the seasons change.”

Heather nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. Or so she thought. His words carried extra weight, almost as though he were presenting her a puzzle to piece together.

“
Do you come here often?” She asked.

“
Constantly. These trees keep their color, except in the dead of summer when droughts come around. They're the only thing that stays constant in these woods. Birds come and go, and so do the leaves and brush. Snow falls, covering everything but the heartiest specimens...but these trees remain.”

“
Sounds like you really appreciate them,” she said.
A little too much for simple trees,
she thought.

He stopped, folding her deep into his arms. They had walked far from his home up an incline. The outline of the mansion was barely visible, held as they were in the evergreens' embrace.

“
You have no idea. The forest is just like us. Seasons come and go, and so do the trees over many years. But as long as their seeds rise up, strong and beautiful, they live on,” he said, breathing in the strong odor of cool sap from a nearby trunk. “I've been extremely time sensitive all my life. Is it any wonder why I want to breed as much as possible?”

She looked up, taken aback by his raw confession. Somewhere far away, a lone goose honked in flight, a straggler fighting to make its way off to warmer feeding grounds. Or possibly its mate.

“
No surprise at all. But I still don't understand...why me? I look at you and see that you could have any woman you want. Well, any desperate enough to resort to donors like me.” Her inner temperature rose, reddening her skin with anxiety, a heat that only cooled when thin sweat forced its way through her pores.

“
Honestly, the rest were stick figure women who came to me many years ago. They lacked the bodies for serious breeding. Too little breasts, too narrow hips,” he said, pushing his hands between her legs as he moved away from her breasts. “Not nearly enough passion in their eyes. When I spend myself in you, I can see the need, the appreciation. And when you come, I feel...”

He stopped. Heather had heard enough, and her lips took the initiative. She craned her head up to his and kissed him deeply, wishing that time could freeze for a thousand years, holding them forever in that perfect moment.

But it wasn't to be – not when lust had other plans. Leo moved his lips after wrestling with hers for a long minute, kissing once again down her neck. His right hand rummaged through his pocket and extracted a loop of cold metal.