Forced Series Box Set (Forced 1-5)

“So, you want me to stay in Alexi’s compound and be your fuck bunny?” There was a smile in her voice.

“Fuck yes,” Jackson and I said in unison.

She moved her hips slightly, bringing my dick back to life in her ass. “I’d still keep my money.”

“Fine.”

“And the video, for insurance.”

“Keep whatever you want. Just don’t stop fucking us,” I said and thrust into her.

“Mmmm, you drive a hard bargain, fellas.” She reached back and dug her nails into my ass, spurring me into her.

“Stay,” Jackson said and claimed her lips as he began moving beneath us.

I rode her harder, making the skin on skin sounds return to the small bedroom.

“If you two promise to fuck me like this whenever I want, and I get to keep the money, then we have an agreement.”

“Done.” I said. “Now come for me and let’s seal the deal.”

Forced by the Professor

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter One

Professor Stevens

She was late. Again. I ground my teeth and continued the lecture.

“Mr. Drake, tell me what level of scrutiny applies to fundamental rights?”

The student popped his mousy brown mop up from behind his laptop. “Um, I think—”

“You aren’t here to think Mr. Drake. You’re here to learn. You’re failing miserably at both, in any case.” I made a show of striking through his name on my list of class participation grades.

Humiliating a student did nothing to take the edge off, to stifle my need to punish her. I forced myself to keep discussing constitutional law instead of looking at the wooden door leading to the hall. Where was she?

“Strict scrutiny, Mr. Drake. The highest form of scrutiny is applied when the government seeks to make any law that would infringe on fundamental rights—”

The door swung open. She strolled in, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was forty-five minutes late to a fifty minute class. Her blonde hair was pulled half up, the rest allowed to flow down her back. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew they were green. Her tits were large and plump, peeking over the top of her white tank top. I bet her nipples were a dark pink. Her pussy even pinker.

She climbed the risers to her seat. Her far too short black skirt swayed when she moved, and her heels made her ass jut out perfectly. I wanted to bury my face in it and lick until she screamed.

She had neither books nor a laptop in her arms.

All forty students in the room focused on her. The men gaped as did some of the women. I gripped the podium until my knuckles turned white. She was mine. All mine. All the gawkers – male and female – needed to know they had no chance with her.

I wanted to work violence on each one of them that dared to look at her. Instead, I stayed put behind the podium out of necessity, my cock having leapt to attention with the first inkling that she was near.

The tables formed a horseshoe in the room, eight rows of them, each higher than the last. She was in the middle, where the rows were extra far apart. I could see her tits, her face. I could also see her skirt, her legs, her hooker heels.

“You’re late, Ms. Finnegan.” I gave her a hard look.

She needed discipline. I would be the one to give it to her. She tempted me day in, day out. Showing up to class late. Playing on her cell phone while I lectured. Never turning in homework. And then she wore the most provocative clothing, just to get to me.

Her cocktease was about to come to an end. I was going to take her, one way or another. I wanted my hands around her throat, constricting her as I rammed my cock so deep into her that my balls slapped against her ass with every stroke. But before I even got to that, I planned on giving her the lashes she deserved. Every single one.

“Sorry, professor.” She smiled innocently, her red lips spreading to reveal her even, white teeth. “Car trouble.”

“Well, Ms. Finnegan, can you tell me what level of scrutiny applies when a government makes a law affecting the right to vote?”

She looked down at her empty desk before slyly looking back up at me. “I seem to have forgotten my book and my notes, professor.”

I scrubbed a shaking hand down my face. Fuck, I wanted to discipline her right then and there in front of everyone. “Ms. Finnegan, you are aware of the rules of my classroom, are you not?”

She smiled again, but didn’t speak. Infuriating.

“You are aware that you are expected to—”

She casually let her legs fall open slightly beneath the table. She wasn’t wearing any panties. In the shadow between her milky thighs, I got a glimpse of blonde curls and sweet, sweet pink. I stifled a groan.