BREEDING FOR WEALTH...
Rebecca has no one to blame for submitting to a wealthy billionaire's breeding desires. No one, that is, except herself. He's promised her millions for one year of total slavery, far more than the out of place woman could ever hope for.
What she doesn't know is that Aaron Westfield is more than just an impregnation obsessed monster. Her rough start in his personal dungeon quickly changes when he takes her out one evening, bathing her in the opulence that only high class wealth brings.
Soon, Westfield isn't just her Master in name only. Rebecca is shocked to find herself craving this man and his many secrets. Breeding his heir promises her more than marvelous wealth. It hints at wonders that will drive her freely into his arms, and secrets that will chill her blood.
This story contains uncensored scenes of sultry domination, impregnation sex, and passionate intrigue. An erotic romance novelette of over 8,500 words.
Visions flashed before her eyes. She remembered the dream, a stranger's hot come flooding her, and a new concern flared in her brain.
“I'm not on birth control. When you use me...please use a condom or make some other arrangements,” she said, forcing a large knot down her throat.
“Ah, yes. I'm aware of your little shortcomings. Unfortunately, when I told you on the recording that I'd taken full possession of your body for the next twelve months, I meant all of your body.” He clasped his fingers together tightly and pressed his folded hands against his chest, stopping along his lower abdomen.
“But...Master, I'm sorry, I didn't think you would want those kinds of consequences. I can't get knocked up like this,” she said, a pathetic tension distorting her last words.
His title sounded strange on her lips. She secretly hoped that he would be satisfied hearing it. Perhaps by showering him with enough respect, he would grant her some small reprieve.
A low chuckle rumbled through his throat, spilling outward and bouncing off the walls. “I keep forgetting how much money means to you. Anyone would guess that I would've figured it out by now. You're my – what? – fourth girl that I've had in a yearly contract?”
He stopped and held up his fingers, plucking off four as he counted. Then he lowered his head and turned his eyes into dark pools. They threatened to draw her in and hold her there forever.
“I've been thinking about what's going to happen to all of this when I'm gone someday. I'm already past thirty with no prospects of marrying – probably because I don't want anything to do with the arranged marriages my peers enjoy. Still, a man needs an heir, and it just so happens that you've shown up when it's been on my mind...”
Damn it. Just my luck that I would remind him of something so unnatural...
But Rebecca wasn't sure it was so unnatural, so horrible. An uncomfortable itch started in her lower abdomen, flowering outward, until it wrapped around her sex. The discomfort gradually gave way to a wet pulse, like the kind she had felt when waking from the dream.
“I came down here to sample your skills and see what your little body has to offer me. Maybe if you do a good enough job with your other talents, I won't bother hurling you to the ground and breeding you like an animal. But no promises, Rebecca. Everything is at my discretion here.”