Curves for Breeding: Bred to Surrender (BDSM BBW Erotic Romance) by Arthur Mitchell Read Free Book Online Page B

going to do this, it makes sense to start tonight.” He reached for her hand and he led her away, locked at the elbow.

    “ Okay. Just give me your address and I'll meet you in your driveway,” Heather said, her mind spinning. In fact, it was probably too early in her cycle to fall pregnant. That didn't matter – she had no intention of passing up this opportunity.

    He scrawled his house number on a slip of paper and pressed it into her hand. “See you there. We can begin right away.”

    She watched him disappear into a silver Lexus, just one more sign of his towering status. As soon as she got on the road behind him in her older Toyota, Heather had to fight to steer the car.

    The rational part of her mind mutinied against what was about to happen. Heather's hands threatened to turn the steering wheel, taking the nearest branch off the main road at every stop light, anywhere away from his neighborhood. Soon, there would be no turning back.

    It only took twenty minutes to get to his home. She trailed him through the forest, once again letting doubt cloud her thoughts.

    What if he isn't what he seems? Coming from any other man, his open preference for the hardcore stuff would be a huge red flag.

    For all you know, he could be drawing you into the woods without more than a storage shed in sight. You barely know this man.

    She shook her head. Just when it seemed that the vast expanse of Midwestern wildness was opening up, his car turned onto a narrow road. A few minutes later, they parked on the long driveway to one of the largest homes she had ever seen.

    His mini-mansion towered upward, rising up as the only mark of civilization on several acres of forested land. Heather stopped the car and got out, pausing behind him as she took in his wide roof.

    The house couldn't have cost less than a two or three million dollars. Probably much more. No one in her family had owned such a monstrosity, the ultimate sign of grand wealth.

    At least my son will be well taken care of, she thought with a smile. I wonder what other surprises are waiting inside?

    She only awoke from her glamor induced trance when Leo walked over and took her by the hand. “Let's go inside. It's just a short walk up to the bedroom.”

    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