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

by Mitchell, Arthur

  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.”

  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.