Free Curves for Breeding: Bred to Surrender (BDSM BBW Erotic Romance) by Arthur Mitchell Page A

planning.

    Obviously, Leo had no such concerns. He reached across the table and grasped her cold hand, warming her with his palms.

    “ Don't look so nervous. We're going to have to get to know each other a little if this is going to be a success. I know what it takes to breed. The seed will never take if the recipient is reluctant.” He gave her one last squeeze and drew back.

    “ And you've gotten two women pregnant before?” She asked. Her heart strummed with a jealousy she couldn't understand.

    “ Both in record time. One has a healthy one year old boy, and the other has an infant daughter. They were a little older than you, but very pretty. Not as beautiful as you by a long shot, though.” Leo didn't let up with his eyes.

    They pinned her in place, drinking in the bright red that painted her silky white cheeks. Heather mouthed her thanks and excused herself, offering to buy him a drink.

    She struggled to collect her thoughts at the counter. Am I dreaming yet? A man like this actually adores the way I look? Or maybe he's just saying that...

    The hot cups of coffee and green tea pressed into her hands. The heat couldn't extinguish the cold doubt swirling through her head. She hated it, but prejudices clung to her like a shield for survival.

    Nothing like this had happened to her before. The men Heather dated were immature young men between their first jobs and grad school. Or else older professionals, who quickly communicated their differences in mind and body.

    But this isn't a date, she reminded herself.

    “ Thanks,” he said, taking his coffee and sucking up a long drag from the mug. “I hope you're not intimidated by all this. I know what it can be like, meeting someone from the web for the first time. You never quite know what you're going to get...”

    “ I know the feeling. I was worried that you would be a fifty year old guy with a pot belly in person.” The air seemed to lighten between them.

    “ Well, that wouldn't be very good for getting pregnant. I'm not that old yet. Much to your relief, no doubt.” Leo watched her nodding enthusiastically with a smile on his face. Then the thin curl darkened. “Let me be frank: I haven't told you everything I need to make this happen.”

    The calm collapsed. Oh, God. Here it comes, she thought, questioning him with her wide eyes.

    “ You've already said that you're comfortable with doing this naturally. That's great. I want to have more than a little base fun. Heather, if you want my sperm, I'm going to make you work for it. Have you ever been into BDSM?”

    The abbreviated word clamored loudly in her head, each letter dinging like a huge bell. She hadn't participated in domination or submission before. The idea intrigued her, but she feared the extremes. How far did he intend to go, beyond whips and chains?

    “ No, I haven't done that. It's not a deal killer.” Or not much of one, she thought, her deepest instincts rebelling against her words. “I told you I wanted to have some fun while we're doing this...but what do you have in mind?” She asked.

    “ Nothing less than your submission. I promise that I will never hurt you. If anything I do is ever too much, just say so. I respect a woman's boundaries, but I want you to try to work through the fear. The pay off will be worth it...trust me,” he said. “I treat pleasure like architecture.”

    The two didn't have many similarities in Heather's mind. Still, she couldn't help being drawn to the mystery of what he had planned...

    “ I'll do my best,” she said. Anything to keep him happy for a shot at getting the best sperm she could. There was no candidate better than Leo Vogel. Her knees pressed together, drawn by the rising heat, fueled by primitive instincts firing in her subconscious.

    Leo picked up his cup and gulped the last of his coffee. His eyes never lifted from her, shining with thirst for something more than French Roast. He set it down with a click.

    “ Come on. If we're