Forced Series Box Set Read Online Celia Aaron (Forced #1-5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Forced Series by Celia Aaron
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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It seemed Renna had a taste for the dark side. She was involved in a social media site for self-described “doms” and “subs.” Her screen name was “GoldilocksWantsBear.” Her profile was very specific about the type of sexual encounter she was after – “forced submission,” “nonconsensual play,” “breath play,” and a host of other types of sexual experiences, some of which I had to look up.

The more I’d looked the more I wanted her, to the point I came in my hand just staring at the images she’d posted of herself on the site. Her ass in a pink thong, teasing shots of her tits, but with no nipple. She was a flirt with particular desires. I resolved that night to give her what she wanted.

The cool fall breeze pierced my t-shirt as I followed Todd through the quad. We passed people who spoke politely or said “Go Cats!” as we passed. A stream of cute girls and a few hot professors filtered by, but I didn’t care. I only wanted one woman. This weekend – tomorrow night – would be the start of my ownership of Renna. I just had to wait for Todd to leave town for a West Coast wedding first.

“Where’s your head at?” Todd pushed through the locker room doors ahead of me.

Buried in your sister’s pussy.

I shook my head. “I don’t know, man. I just need to get out there and throw some passes.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Coach Elliot clapped me on the back and joined the rest of the guys entering the tiled locker room.

Players milled around, stripping and donning football gear for one of the last practices before our kickoff. I pulled my shirt over my head, mussing my dark hair before throwing the shirt and my pants into my open locker. My erection had thankfully died down on the way over.

Todd was next to me, making quick work of his gear. He played tight end. He was a little shorter than me, though just as fast and equally well muscled. We were a perfect team. I threw. He caught. We won.

“Hey man, how about you throw to me a little more today,” Garrett asked and adjusted his cup. “Todd here needs a break.”

“Maybe if you’d catch it when I hit you right in the chest, I would.” I smiled.

Garrett laughed, a deep carrying sound that bounced around the locker room.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Coach Elliot yelled. “Get your asses in gear, girls!”

I finished pulling on my pants and fastened my pads in place. Todd clapped and let out a yell, his blue eyes eager for some playing time. Football was his life. It used to be mine until I developed some additional interests – primarily his sister.

“Come on, Jericho. Snap out of it, seriously.” Todd waved a hand in front of my face to try and knock me from my thoughts. If only he knew the subject I was turning over in my mind – literally and figuratively.

Todd reminded me of Renna. Both blonde with blue eyes, they were a handsome set. Renna, though, I wanted to taste her, all of her. The thought of the things I had planned for her this weekend made my cock harden, digging into my cup.

Shit.

I forced myself to concentrate on the practice, but practice was nothing, really. I went through the motions – throwing, running, and pushing my body. It was all background, because the real game started tomorrow night.

Chapter Two

Renna

I couldn’t wait for Todd to leave. One of his friends from freshman year was getting married in California. Todd would be gone for two days, and I’d have the run of our suite, just as I’d hoped.

He wasn’t the only one with big weekend plans. Instead of getting out of my way, and in usual Todd fashion, he was taking forever to get his shit together. I followed him around, pretending I wanted to help him pack. In truth, I wanted to kick him out the front door.

HardcoreDom had been messaging me for a couple of weeks, sending body shots of his hard abs and even harder cock. Just the memory of his photos made my cheeks blush. He’d promised to make all my fantasies of forced submission come true. He was coming over tonight. I couldn’t wait.

I was scared at first, suspecting he was just another sixty-year-old with a computer trying to use me for some horrible fate. But the more I’d talked with HardcoreDom, the more I knew he was the real deal. He was smart, engaging, and sexy as hell.

He even set up a webcam encounter, showing me his body to prove he had the promised goods. I never saw his face or heard his voice. I wondered if he was as worried about being found out as I was. Then I realized he probably didn’t worry and wasn’t scared of much at all. With a hard body and enough strength to hold me down and fuck me like he’d promised, I doubted anything ever got to him.


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