Arthur Mitchell is an erotica writer specializing in extremes. He writes to explore the dark side of human sexuality and power play. His dozens of stories span a vast universe of kink, where relationships take a quirky turn, and the fires of lust are always blazing.
The Breeding Contract 2: Submission and Exileby Arthur Mitchell
For months since her impregnation by the dominant Magistrate, Colleen Webb has adjusted to life in his mansion. Her belly is swelling with his heir, fulfilling a lifelong dream, and her submissive training continues in his bedroom of gold decorations and silk sheets. Beneath the awe struck glamor, there are
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Rebirth begins with breeding. Lust cures tragedy.
For months since her impregnation by the dominant Magistrate, Colleen Webb has adjusted to life in his mansion. Her belly is swelling with his heir, fulfilling a lifelong dream, and her submissive training continues in his bedroom of gold decorations and silk sheets. Beneath the awe struck glamor, there are tremors...
A vengeful Count and a traitor within Zachariah's estate are scheming against the powerful man and the submissive peasant woman who they believe has corrupted his senses. When their plan springs into motion, the Magistrate can only take it like a man, blow by vicious blow, and protect his mate and infant son.
When wealth and power are stripped away, what remains? For Zachariah, it's his lust for breeding, and a powerful hold over Colleen that can only grow stronger. Faith, lust, and love are the sole cures for the wounds of exile.
Adults only, 18+. An erotic novelette of over 7,500 words. This story contains explicit scenes of dominant breeding sex, flogging, chastity, and punishment.
He kissed her neck, letting her struggle back into the world with sweetness. It would be her only reprieve that morning. As she nuzzled against him on the tiny wooden bed, he pulled the covers off her, staring at the way the simple peasant dress had ridden up her buttocks in her sleep.
The deep purple bruises he left the other day remained there. The wounds had barely faded at all, and his artwork sent a wave of happy blood surging into his loins.
His hand wrapped around her thighs, and adrenaline shook her awoke as his rough fingers pressed inside her. Colleen pushed her rear into his growing erection, wondering what kind of man she would find this morning.
Anything for my Master, she thought to herself. Anything.
Since they had arrived in the village and she healed from the pregnancy, there seemed to be just one outcome on his mind. As soon as he could take her wetness properly again, rather than the tight hole between her cheeks, he didn't let up.
“When are you going to give me another child, womb? Every month you waste is only going to make it worse on you,” he whispered, biting the top of her ear and pulling with his teeth.
“Owww!” Colleen cried, feeling his merciless hand striking her flesh pressed against his hardness, directly on the bruise. Her mind swam in confusion, with deep pain and unholy pleasure locked in a steep competition. The huge welts he created were like targets, and he used them to hone in on her skin, barely allowing them to fully heal.
The pain never released her from its grip whenever he slapped her. And yet, she kept craving it, just as she wanted his semen, despite the madness of allowing him to force another baby into her so soon.
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