Curves for Breeding: Bred to Surrender (BDSM BBW Erotic Romance) (4 page)

Heather's eyes darted down when she felt it on her wrist. The pair of handcuffs dangled toward her. He waited for her to look up again.

“
I could take you right here in the snow. Have you ever had sex when you're totally naked before Nature, stripped and bare?” Predatory ice returned to his eyes, burying the earlier warmth.

Oh, I should've expected this. But I never expected it to make me this hot, so dripping warm and eager for his flesh. Almost hot and bothered enough to say to hell with the ice.

But the cold surrounded her, a vicious barrier she couldn't ignore. “It's winter, Leo. How can you possibly do it out here?”

She struggled to say the words. Heather had never allowed any man to have sex with her in public, let alone dominate her in the rough, animalistic way Leo promised.

“
Do you remember how the pleasure would build as soon as you were bound? Just trust me, I'll make you so warm that you won't notice the cold...I could have you ass down in the snow, and it would feel like floating on a tropical cloud when you lose it.” He didn't leave her much opportunity to reconsider.

Already, he had forced her hands behind her back, snapping the handcuffs closed. She stretched her hands until the short chain between them caught. His hands returned to her, rubbing and pinching the khakis over her thighs, sliding down the thin crevice below her stomach.

“
Ohhh...not...here...”

Leo ignored her words. Instead, he listened to her body. His cold fingers tore into her wetness, making her yip with discomfort. Still, she didn't push him away.

Within seconds, he was steadily massaging her from the inside. He pushed his knuckles along her electrified walls, dripping with humid need. His thumb prodded deep into her clit, strumming circles, until she arched her back and toppled into his powerful grip.

“
That's it. Just let yourself drown in the pleasure. I haven't filled this since...this morning? It feels a little thirsty. Let me get rid of those pants so you can take another injection of what drives us both.”

Heather chirped, her mouth filled with mush made from protest and desire. He drew her into a clearing, racing to make her accept her fate. His hands thrust her pants down to her knees, pushing her bare bottom into the rough bark of an evergreen.

He pulled away, holding her in one arm and fumbling with his fly using the other. His ready erection sprang out a second later. It pulsed once, but he didn't allow it the luxury of reacting to the cold.

Leo shoved his hips forward, pushing Heather's into the stark tree. There was a flash of pain and scratches on her backside, and then fire from within. His baritone growls singed her ear.

Heather's legs shook with the sudden impacts. She moaned and wrapped herself tightly around his naked flanks, digging her shoes into his buttocks.

He lunged forward like a machine, scraping her up and down the tree, a fire that mimicked the one his movements sparked inside her. Without lessening his deep hum, Leo pressed his face down, snapping at her nipples.

He hadn't shaved since her arrival. His rocky stubble scratched new points along her breasts, marking her as he bit into her flesh. She felt her spine go numb and she screamed.

It should hurt more than this. Why can't I feel the pain anymore? Why can't I do anything but drown in his unspeakable pleasure?

There were no answers. Leo only underscored her insistent questions by tilting himself forward again, quickening his speed until she pressed her legs firmly into his back. It felt like riding a horse in mid-air.

She spun in place, her muscles tightening until nothing could move except her head. Heather gazed up at the early winter's blue sky, watching the single puff of clouds above. Her climax emerged from that wide expanse, drifting down like invisible ice, burning and freezing nerves from head to toe all at once.

The last thing she heard was the sound of his panting. Her vision spun and collapsed, drawn up into the blue-white window above, lost as an inferno of ecstasy filled her brain.

Somewhere in that primal space, Leo joined her. His teeth sank into her shoulder, hard enough to leave an impression, and he slammed her into the tree trunk one final time. His seed jetted toward her womb, joining the mass of warriors he had left there.

Her sex turned into a great sultry void, dotted with his potent stars. With her senses barely recovering, she shrieked again, this time imagining his sperm overtaking her.

This is the moment...this is the time...

Heather didn't believe she could leave the woods with him barren. Maybe he had impregnated her before, back in the bed, but she doubted it.

The soil and pine needles heaved with life, all of them screaming only one message carried down from the cold heavens above:
you're pregnant with his seed now. No more waiting for the inevitable.

The day dream collapsed quickly. She found herself making shrill moans, whispering with pleasurable aftershocks. Leo remained buried in her, warming his sex as it softened. He used his flesh as a cap to plug her cavern, holding his seed inside, unknowingly increasing its chances.

He was too tired to smile, but his eyes glowed with wonder. Heather had been bred. He was sure of it, more certain than the time he followed his gut instinct alone.

Then he had rejected a low six figure offer until it reached more than two million. It was his greatest triumph in life...until now.

“
Come down from there...wherever you are,” he said softly, dragging himself out of her reluctantly. “It's getting colder. We should go back inside.”

Kept for Good?

Near the end of the month, Heather stared at the small pregnancy test in disbelief. The simple cross that emerged held all the details of her future. Its sharp edges left no doubt.

Taking a moment in the bathroom, she dressed and slid the test stick into her pocket. Leo was waiting outside, his eyebrows twitching with eagerness.

“
Well?”

“
See for yourself,” Heather said, drawing the test up again from the deep pocket of the pants he had given her.

His eyes caught the faint plus size and grew wide, mirroring her own reaction. She watched his face tighten and release, unbound by new found freedom, even if it were clouded with uncertainty. They were looking at proof of all their efforts at last.

He hummed happily and lifted her high, nearly knocking the pregnancy test out of her hand. “This is what I've been waiting for...through all that work, all that love. This is the way forward to everything with you, Heather.”

She smiled as he held her aloft in his strong arms. He sheepishly noticed how hard his hands were pressing into her sides a second later, and he quickly put her down.

“
Don't worry. I'm not going to break,” she said.

I hope this doesn't mean the end of our rough times together,
she thought.
Men are so strange with pregnancy...

In fact, she was touched with his concern. He placed his hand lightly on her back and they walked into the bedroom together.

Winter light was streaming in through the wide window, causing long shadows to fall behind them. Everything seemed so brilliant, glowing with an airy glamor. His home filled with an atmosphere that Heather had only sensed a hint of during other times: graduating college, moving away from her parents, getting her first promotion.

All of them were events that seemed impossibly far away now. Pregnancy hung over them like a mystical fog, its presence much stronger than any of the other special times, but mysterious and far off.

Even Leo stared out the window, down at the frosts that covered her unused car. It had been parked in his driveway for nearly a month as a couple inches of snow fell.

“
We should really take that into the garage,” he said absent mindedly.

The idea of bringing her car in and shuttering the door almost matched pregnancy's stark finality. Heather shook her hair and sat down on the bed, feeling heavier than usual.

“
What happens now?” She asked.

Leo turned toward her. “We'll move you in permanently. I've always longed for a more permanent breeding submissive, and you meet all of the criteria. I want much more than one child...this is just the beginning,” he said, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand.

“
Am I anything more than that to you?”

“
That depends,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper and joining her on the bed. “Are you willing to give yourself over and start calling me by my proper name in this bedroom?”

His words should have been coarse, maybe even mildly insulting. Yet, Leo's eyes spoke differently, glistening like hazel colored sonnets. They poured into her, nearly as fiery and emotive as his seed, shining with secrets she was only beginning to understand.

“
I'm moving in that direction,” she said, a crackle of fear creeping into her voice.

I can't believe how far this has gone, so fast. This has gone far beyond just finding a donor...

“
Quiet your thoughts,” he told her. “We'll settle this now. What do you see when you look down below your heart, into the black spaces that have always guided you?”

Just then, she saw their baby – a thin membrane of cells bundled together. It wouldn't be long until it grew, probably as startling and fast as the relationship in this very room.

No, that's the answer,
she realized.
This child is my binding to him: body, soul, and psyche. He's forever made his mark...a charcoal impression that will never fade. And I don't want it to.

Keeping with his silent messages, she leaned over and kissed him deeply. Within minutes, they were locked in passion, as intertwined as temple statues of two gods, breeding all creation into existence through love alone.

They tore off their clothes. Heather needed minimal assistance this time, so eager for his flesh, warm and inviting in the room's cool air.

Since winter came, the mansion was slow to fire up its furnace. The slow-to-warm air drove them together, craving warm flesh and that deeper heat radiating from their hearts.

“
Down on all fours,” he whispered, reaching onto her naked chest to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples aligned perfectly with his fingertips and he pinched them shut.

“
Yessss...oh, Master Leo...” Heather didn't realize that she said it at first.

The word came as naturally as her pregnancy. He was, after all, her Master. Far more than just a donor, a lover, he had captured her everything. If he didn't deserve the title for that, then no one did.

Hearing his true name drove Leo mad. He clenched his jaw, pulling her up to him as he caressed her from behind. His aching shaft worked its way just below her ass, creeping closer and closer to the slippery wetness waiting for him.

His hands felt marvelous on her skin. Every pinch and stroke came like she was being surrounded by a bundle of steaming round stones. It may have been the excitement of pregnancy, or else the new connection springing up between them with every ripple of their skin.

Leo grunted with relief as he pushed inside her. In so short a time, her moist sex became the only place he truly felt whole. It was a hundred times more rewarding to have dominion over her curvy body – the mansion and his sizable bank account meant nothing by comparison.

She leaned back against him, bucking her hips down onto his hardness, lovingly rolling her hips. His hands tightened on her breasts as leaned into her neck, biting her softest skin like a wolf.

Heather's voice burned with delight when his teeth pricked her flesh. His roughness had opened her up, impregnating her, leading her down the blinding path to submission.

His love bites were her sacrament, and every stamp of his fingertips her last rites. Unlike true spiritual acts, these were more private, recurring with the same heady reverence again and again.

Her Master rocked at a steady, rising speed, encouraging her hips to push back. Four sets of eyeballs rolled as one. Leo snaked his hands away from her breasts, pulling her wrists down to her folded thighs as he drove onward.

No more handcuffs or shackles. Not this time. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being held by his inescapable muscles, keeping her in place, completely at his mercy.

Her wetness slowly constricted around his shaft as the tension built. Heather's moans cracked, reaching those higher notes of pleasure. He reached down just in time to circle her clit, jostling it roughly side to side, a brusk motion that might have brought discomfort from her own fingers.