Alice: Milked and Gangbanged at the Sex Farm

This one is titled 'Alice: Slave at the Farm' at Amazon because they are sooooo particular about hiding books with titles that are too risque

Alice Devlin is in serious trouble. To punish her for ruining her brother Max’s wedding, her father has made a pact with a handsome English dom to chastise her.

Alice is taken to England, where she is the latest addition to a strange ‘farm’ filled with beautiful and naked men and women. There are the mysterious ‘rabbits’, ‘hens’, ‘horses’ and ‘cows’ – all of whom must play their respective submissive roles at the farm.

Which part will Alice play, and will her explosive temperament allow her to submit to what must be done to her nubile and untamed body?

This 11000 word BDSM novelette is the second volume of the ‘Alice BDSM’ series. Alice Devlin is a standout Machiavellian character from ‘The Initiation 2’ and ‘The Initiation 3’ series, which have sold well over 120,000 copies.

Excerpt:

Mouse gets out of the back passenger door first and comes around to open the door for me. It is not out of chivalry but sheer necessity, since my wrists are tied behind my back. He helps me out, laying his hand on my head so that I do not bump my skull against the top of the car.

I straighten myself out in the morning light, blinking. The sun suddenly seems too bright. The weather is not too cold with just a tiny bite in the breeze. I still have my cloak on and Mouse removes this off my shoulders. My feet are bare and my soles squelch upon the gravel road.

My skin mottles with goose bumps as my nakedness is revealed. Mouse examines my breasts and shaven pubis with a cursory glance, and then shifts his attention to the fenced pastures before us. I don’t blame him because the sight that greets us is quite bizarre.

The pasture nearest to us is ringed off with a low wooden fence, and you can quite obviously see what is going on in there. There are about twenty women perched on the grass, all naked. They are on all fours like animals, and they are hopping on their palms and soles from one place to the next like rabbits. The girls are all young, beautiful and diverse in their coloring.

There are those with skins as pale as mine and others with complexions that range from a golden bronze to a lovely mocha. Their breasts are all nicely shaped and their pussies shaven. Their ears are all done up with fake white rabbit ears, and their asses wear fluffy white bunny tails which are probably secured to their bodies via dildos inside their assholes.

A female minder is in their midst. She is the only one who is partially dressed, and she resembles a Valkyrie. She wears a tight-fitting corset with bra cups to raise her plump breasts and a black leather skirt that catches the sun’s rays. She practically gleams in her leather getup. Her legs are shod in knee-high boots and she carries a wicked-looking cane.

My insides contract. What my father has subjected me to?

Penetrating my Sleeping Classmate (Sleep Sex, Rough Non-Consent)

Dear Readers, this story has been ADULT-filtered by Amazon, so you will have to do a specific search for it.

18-year-old Ben Kendall is the class geek. He is shunned by the blonde and beautiful Amy Madigan, who is so far above his social level that he can’t even dream about being in the same air space with her.

But Ben’s mother will now be marrying Amy’s Dad in three months. In three months, the bitchy Amy will be in his hair, tormenting him with daily tales of his unworthiness.

When Amy decides to flaunt her almost naked body in a nano-bikini by Ben’s pool one day, Ben comes up with a crafty plan. He will drug Amy and render her asleep, especially since she throws down this challenge to him: “Are you man enough to do what it takes to get me?”

PENETRATING MY SLEEPING CLASSMATE is a 10,000-word, intensely psychological erotica short.

 

WARNING! This story contains rough sleep sex, erotic non-consent, exhibitionism, oral sex, masturbation, voyeurism and vaginal penetration with mysterious objects. Definitely not for the faint-hearted!

Desired (Eight Tasks for the Blushing Virgin)

Sofia Moreno and Paul, her strikingly handsome savior, are now on the run from Paul’s father – the powerful crime lord, Nicholas Greco.

Nicholas has no choice. For Sofia’s betrayal, he has to teach her a severe lesson or lose his status in the crime community. But it breaks his heart to have to punish Paul as well.

Sofia and Paul flee to Europe. They will have to do a lot of questionable things to survive. Meanwhile, the FBI closes the net on Nicholas.

DESIRED is the fourth volume in the EIGHT TASKS FOR THE BLUSHING VIRGIN erotica drama series. It contains 21,000 words.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

Deflowered
Debauched
Deceived
Desired

Excerpt:

Paul looks up at me expectantly.

“Come,” he says, patting the bed space beside him.

He hasn’t started eating yet. He was obviously waiting for me. Somehow, that gesture touches me more than anything.

I crawl onto the bed. Our bare legs sidle against each other’s for a moment, and I shyly pull mine away. I am wearing my robe, and extremely aware that if I sit in an unladylike position, my pussy would be displayed for his viewing pleasure. So I arrange the hem of my robe in such a manner that I am discreetly covered, and proceed to take my burger in my hands and eat it.

“Bon appetit,” he says.

We devour our burgers and fries. For drink, he has ordered two tall bottles of Coke, and we consume all of it as well. I am very aware of his warmth and presence beside me, and of the bulge in his crotch. He is not hard – yet. He just has a very nice, full package.

He catches me eyeing it now and again, and I flush. He thankfully chooses not to say anything.

When we finish, I put the tray aside.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announces.

I watch him as he strides towards the bathroom, his muscles sleek like a cougar’s. I almost expect him to strip off his underwear in front of me. But again, he chooses to blindside me by keeping it on.
He closes the door discreetly behind him.

I am already in bed, still in my robe, when he finally exits with a towel wrapped around his waist. He rubs his hair dry with a smaller hand towel as he gazes at me out of half-lidded eyes. I am not pretending to be asleep, to my credit, but I’m unsure of how to act.
What do you say to a beautiful boy you are extremely conscious of and who has just saved your life? If you chose to reward him in a certain manner, would he think you a hussy?

Paul switches off the overhead lights and we are left with just the one cheap lamp burning beside the bed.

“Don’t mind if I take my towel off,” he murmurs.

I hold my breath as he removes the white covering around his slim waist. His penis is already semi-hard and standing at half-mast.

“I want you really bad, Sofia,” he says in a choked voice, “but I’ll keep my promise. No sex unless you want it.”

He doesn’t say anything more as he gets under the covers beside me.

His Indecent Proposal (The Billionaire Marriage)

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 25 and AMAZON EROTICA TOP 50 SERIES CONTINUES!

Susan Chalmers is the happiest girl on Earth. She is getting married to her stunning and reclusive billionaire lover, Channing Crawford. She is Vice-President of his company, a position she well earned.

But before she can embark on their wedding arrangements, they have to journey to the Himalayan mountains to find Channing's son by his former lover, the very woman who had them both tortured and almost killed.

The boy resides in a secret Order. But would what they find there derail their impending marriage?

At 12,000 words, HIS INDECENT PROPOSAL is the first volume in the 'THE BILLIONAIRE MARRIAGE' romance series. It is a continuation of the 'BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE' series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

BOUND AND SHACKLED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: His Indecent Proposition, His Indecent Demands, His Indecent Desires, His Indecent Secrets, His Indecent Revelations

THE BILLIONAIRE MARRIAGE: His Indecent Proposal

Excerpt:

Swiftly, he undresses her. She is wearing thermal wear - a bulky sweater and blue jeans - and he quickly pulls those off. Underneath her sweater and jeans, she wears further layers: a woolen camisole and thick stockings.

"What are you dressed for?" he growls. "Alaska?"

"No, the Himalayas," she rasps back.

Finally naked, she lies back to watch him shed his own layers. Off comes his diamond-patterned sweater. Off come his hiking pants. He only wears a pair of Y-fronts underneath, and his skin is pink and glowing from the sudden exposure to the room temperature.

He strips off his underwear, and his cock levers upward like a released torpedo.

"Oh my," she breathes.

"I know. Impressive, isn't it?"

"Your ego is impressive."

"Along with my cock, you'll have to admit."

She can't help laughing.

He straddles her. His hard, hard penis presses against her thigh as his hands seize her waist.

"Maybe we should make a baby," he whispers.

"Maybe." She licks her lips.

What would it be like having this man's baby? she wonders. But she's certain that it would be too complicated now with Thorn in their lives. What does she know about being a mother after all?

He kisses her with all the passion and fervor in his body before she can rush off into another tangent of troubled thought. She kisses him back, sucking in the warmth from his mouth. When his lips part from hers, she feels as if all the breath has gushed out from her lungs.

"You know what I miss?" he says impishly.

"What?"

He has the grace to flush slightly. "I'd rather not say."

"Oh come on, don't be a pussy tease. Say it."

"You'll kill me."

"I won't kill you. Come on, spill it. You mentioned it, and now you have to tell."

His eyes gleam blue fire. He dips his head to gently bite her ear. One of his large, callused hands cups her right breast and slowly massages it in oscillatory movements.

"I miss tying you up," he whispers suggestively into her ear.

Alice: Opening my Legs at Your Wedding

Meet Alice Devlin. She is beautiful, rich, sexy, and spoilt. She has also been dumped by her longtime boyfriend, Greg, because he is in love with someone else.

And now the wounded Alice nurses a great hatred towards Gina Wesley, the woman who stole Greg’s heart and will now marry Alice’s brother, Max Devlin.

Alice cooks up a devious scheme to despoil Gina and Max’s wedding. But how far will she go to seduce, destroy and humiliate innocent bystanders in her quest for revenge? And what will happen to her if her billionaire father finds out?

This 14000 word BDSM novelette is the first volume of the ‘Alice BDSM’ series. Alice Devlin is a standout Machiavellian character from ‘The Initiation 2’ and ‘The Initiation 3’ series, which have sold well over 110,000 copies.

Excerpt:

Aunt Julia is one of our relatives who have no clue what my father does in his spare time. All she sees is the multinational CEO and the philanthropist, like the rest of the family does. She doesn’t see the debaucher and the dom – the deviant who camouflages his true kinky colors with money and small talk.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, dressed like that.”

No more than you in that god-awful hat, Aunt Julia.

Aloud I say in a loud voice, “Ooops!”

I promptly drop my shiny white Chanel purse. And just as promptly bend over to pick it up from the ground, showing everyone behind me a glimpse of my bare buttocks. I’m sure they can make out my pussy and asshole as well. Well, if they can’t, I linger on my purse, so that
I’m bent over for longer than necessary.

I hear gasps of outrage and shock behind me, and I smile.

When I straighten myself, Aunt Julia’s face is the color of the purple sashes around each white chair.

“Alice! Go inside this minute and put on a coat on before your father sees you, for goodness sake!”

I flash an impish smile at her.

“Later. See you around, Aunt Julia.”

I turn heel and stride righteously away. I am gratified to see the drained and shocked faces of the guests around me. To further traumatize them, I drop my purse again with a self-conscious “Ooops! I did it again!” and bend down to pick it up.

But I have a mission. I’m not merely going around to flash my naughty bits like an errant slut.

I am looking, in particular, for Gina’s father.

HER FIRST CLIT RING 4: THE FINAL PARTY is Adult Filtered

Readers beware. Amazon has Adult filtered this book, so it won't appear on a General Search. You have to type in the name of the story specifically. I don't know why they filtered it. Maybe it's the cover. Maybe it's the word 'clit' in the title.

Jenny’s handsome but freakishly dominant boyfriend, John, wants to throw the party of all parties to show her off to his friends. Specifically, he wants her to display her clit ring.

Jenny wants so hard to please him and to make him love her as much as she loves him. But is he going too far this time?

This is an intensely psychological 9,000-word story of domination, submission and a woman’s addictive dependence on her boyfriend. This is the final volume in the DELICATE PIERCINGS series.

Books in this series:
HER FIRST CLIT RING
HER FIRST CLIT RING 2: MENAGE
HER FIRST CLIT RING 3: DESENSITIZATION
HER FIRST CLIT RING 4: THE FINAL PARTY

Excerpt:

He glances down at her bare pussy.

“You wet down there?” he whispers.

She’s so apprehensive about the whole thing that she is bone dry.
He runs his finger down her pierced clit and pulls at the bauble on its ring. It is an extra large bauble – the largest she has worn on her clit ring thus far. It is made from amethyst, and it is the size of a robin’s egg. It weighs her clit down heavily, and that is the reason why she had been sitting on the bed – to rest her poor, anchored hood.

“Ready?” he says.

No.

Yes.

He senses her anxiety, and kisses her lightly on the lips.

“You look beautiful, and I mean it,” he whispers. “Now let’s get the show on the road.”

He picks up the chain from the dresser. It is partly the reason why she doesn’t want to be in the light. She doesn’t want to look at that chain of subjugation.

“Come here, Jenny.”

Deceived (Eight Tasks for the Blushing Virgin)

Sofia Moreno has been given a difficult task by the FBI: she can help them incriminate her handsome crime lord suitor, Nicholas Greco, or her father will go to prison.

But Sofia has grown quite fond of Nicholas. He invokes passions in her that she didn’t know she possessed. Unfortunately, so does his stunning son, Paul, who is determined to go against his father’s wishes and tempt Sofia into his bed. Against her better judgment, Sofia finds herself warming to the rakish but vulnerable Paul.

But can and should Sofia bring Nicholas down? The task is dangerous and Nicholas has spies everywhere. And what of her own bruised and conflicted heart?

DECEIVED is the third volume in the EIGHT TASKS FOR THE BLUSHING VIRGIN BDSM erotica drama series. It contains 20,000 words.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

Deflowered
Debauched
Deceived


EXCERPT:

A chastity belt! What on earth is Nicholas thinking of? This is a whole new level kink . . . for me, at least. The leather is tight and disturbing around my hips. My flesh scarcely is allowed to sweat.

Alyssa shows me a medium-sized padlock, and secures it at the area of the zipper in front of my pubis. She stands back to admire her handiwork.

“Now you wait here for Nick like a good little girl. It may be hours before he returns, so I’ll come in to check on whether you need to go to the toilet.”

Hours! I will have to kneel here in this dreadful position for hours?

She laughs at my apprehension, affirming that streak of cruelty I always believed she harbored inside.

“Don’t make such a face. I daresay you’d find it quite pleasurable to be an object of such desire. Now stay there and try not to squirm too much, lest you dislodge something. And then I’ll be very, very upset.”

I daresay she will be.

She exits the bedroom, locking the door behind her, leaving me all alone. I guess she doesn’t want one of the maids to wander in here by mistake. My knees already feel compressed and my limbs are stiff. I try to flex and extend them in whatever small measure my bonds will allow. My circulation feels dammed up.

But it’s no use. After a while, pins and needles set in. My entire right leg goes numb.
I don’t know how long I have been in this bedroom, but there is an antique alarm clock on the bedside table and I am not in the position, so to speak, to look at its dials. I can only guess at the passing time.

My mind is terribly occupied, though. The audacity of what I must to do to betray Nicholas weighs heavily upon my conscience. And I don’t even know the best way to do it.

There are rabid fire ants on my thighs and legs when I hear the click of someone trying the doorknob outside.
Nicholas! I think. A large part of me is relieved he’s home. Then he can fuck me and do anything he likes to me and I can get out of this uncomfortable position.

The doorknob turns for a few rotations, and then stops, meeting resistance. My heart freezes. Nicholas would have the key, right? Alyssa would have given it to him, surely. But something jiggles at the door, as if someone is manipulating the lock.

Then the door opens. Footsteps pad on the carpet.

I raise my head fearfully and try to crane as much as my neck as possible to look at my visitor. My heart bolts to my throat as I gaze up at the curious and bemused face of Paul Greco.