Blurb: If you’re looking for safe vanilla smut than you’ve come to the wrong place. This 7 book bundle is not for the timid.
This is the first volume in the Forced Consent collection:
Good Christian Girl Gone Bad: Ganged By The Frat; Good Christian Girl Gone Bad: Ganged By The Entire Team; Good Christian Girl Gone Bad: Ganged By Nuns; Frisked: Violated By Cops; Ethereal Emma: Blackmailed By My Husband’s Brother Paying Her Husband’s Debt; Deep Woods
Short excerpt from Forced Consent Volume One:
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, tossing the DVD on the floor where I can see it, but as I instinctively twitch toward it he grabs me roughly and twists me around, almost like I’m under arrest. He marches me to the bed and shoves my head down onto the downy comforter. No foreplay, he’s not touching me, but suddenly I hear his belt buckle clink and the zipper fwhiip down. His cock is at least seven inches and nosing up under my skirt, between my ass cheeks, exploring. I hear him like a finger and trail it up the inside of my inner thigh. I’m still wearing my pantyhose, still trying to hold my bra to my chest with one hand, and still in my skirt and heels. He jerks my arms down and rips the bra from me and my enormous, round tits bounce free, with one hand he caresses them, the other working my skirt up around my middle and reminding me so much of being in one of my movies that for a moment I truly am caught between two worlds. But then I remember who I’m with and where I am and my body gives a jerk of protest even as my mouth opens. He claps a hand over it, none too gently, and hisses.
“Don’t even try to speak.”
Bored with the hole, he simply tears the panty hose off me, and I hear his breathing grow more excited as he feels the silky skin of my inner thighs, the wetness I can’t control up between my legs, soaking through my black lace thong that matches the bra strewn on the floor with the DVD.
“You haven’t returned my phone calls or my texts.”
“No,” I mumbled through his hand, still defiant. His hand slides around my throat and squeezes, hard. I let out a strangled gasp and squirm against him; I genuinely can’t breathe. He presses harder for one moment longer and then releases me, but only to push me down and spread my legs, taking one, two fingers and slowly inserting them inside me, stroking and playing and only pretending to sometimes notice my clit. I’m slick with heat and my juices and shaking now, so turned on but so horrified at what is happening to me that I’m paralyzed. My hair is all around me as he grabs most of it in his fist and draws me up against him, both hands still working my body into a fever as he snarls into my ear.
“You are mine. You will do what I say, or I will ruin you. I wonder how the little boys at the office would respond to having a boss who starred in some of their favorite movies?”
An orgasm ripples through my body as I imagine myself teetering on the edge, the only thing grounding me this man, this assailant, behind me, holding me at an almost-painful angle by the hair.
“Good girl,” he says softly as my abdomen contracts and I pant and a soft moan escapes me. “Now, this is just a preview, because we need to go downstairs and have dinner in a few moments. But,” he gives one tit a sharp pinch and fingers my clit slowly. I stamp my feet and shudder, collapsing onto the bed in front of him like a dirty call girl. Except I’m not faking anything, I’m seeing stars and I can’t think. Something hot and huge slides inside me in one smooth stroke, and he gives an experimental plunge deep inside me that causes me to tear at the comforter with my teeth in order to muffle the scream building inside me.
