Dr. Blumfield's Breeding Slave (medical bdsm)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 9,300
3 Ratings (4.0)

When Alexandra Rogers makes an appointment with Dr. Evan Blumfield, she hopes that he can figure out why her sex life has hit a patch of the hum-drums. After a quick exam, Dr. Blumfield realizes there's nothing wrong with Alex, but finds something inside her that he realizes he can't live without.

Will she refuse his offer of servitude in exchange for a life of intense, scorching release from all her worries? Or will she give in and become Dr. Blumfield’s first breeding slave?

Warning: This 9300+ word steamy erotic tale features sizzling bondage and restraint, medical BDSM play, a handsome and dominant doctor, adultery, self-discovery, a creampie and impregnation. The doctor is in!

Dr. Blumfield's Breeding Slave (medical bdsm)
3 Ratings (4.0)

Dr. Blumfield's Breeding Slave (medical bdsm)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 9,300
3 Ratings (4.0)
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Wow, this book is hot, hot, hot. Wonderful short story - it has a few errors that editing could easily fix, but nothing to detract from the story. It's roughly 20 pages with additional pages being excerpts from the author's other books. This is very well written, has good dialogue and imagery, and is very explicit. I don't think I'll ever look at my doctor without remembering this story. Definitely going to be a favorite author and definitely going to re-read to get me hot and bothered. Good reading for both men and women! Thank you Francis for such an erotic story, and the fact that it's also medical is whipping cream in a strategic place ; )
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“Yes, of course doctor, whatever you think to be best.”

His eyes burned as he looked at me. I felt a very strange sort of warmth creep down my belly, between my legs. I really, really hope he doesn’t notice my nipples. I can’t believe I feel like this. I haven’t wanted a man this bad in... Alex! Stop it! Listen to yourself!

The sound of a well-used leather belt interrupted my thoughts.

“I find these old leather restraints best. They’re warm. Not cold and impersonal like the plastic ones on modern exam tables. Don’t you think?”

Holy shit was all I could think. As he cinched the age-softened leather around my ankle, he watched my face. For some reason, I sucked in a deep breath. The way he was gazing at me, how he spoke, it just did something to me.

Then he tightened it another notch. I let out a little squeal as the belt bit into my flesh. I could have swung my other foot over, clocked him a good one on the side of the head. But, truth be told, I loved how it felt to be helpless. That warmth from earlier spread between my legs and I felt a tiny trickle of my own juice run down my slit.

On my other ankle, he cinched it down hard and fast. Oh my God it hurt. Oh my God it felt good.

“Doctor Blumfield! It’s so tight! I... oh it’s so tight.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it? How long have you wanted Walter to do this for you? How many times have you begged him? Pleaded with him? For months? Maybe for years?”

How did he know?

“H-how did you know?”

“I can tell. You look like someone that’s chronically unsatisfied. Just like me. We’re kindred spirits, I guess.” The face mask obscured his expressions, but his eyes were so alive, so bright that I almost felt like he was talking to me through them.

“Lie back.”

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