When nineteen-year-old Andrea Jacobsen agreed to participate in a Selecta-run training program after being fired from her job, she didn’t realize that the corporation would be assuming guardianship over her… or that she’d be sent to live in a small town where naughty girls are corrected the old-fashioned way.
But as her panties are taken down for a much-needed lesson over her newly assigned guardian’s knee, it isn’t just being bared and spanked with several handsome suitors watching that leaves Andrea blushing crimson. It’s knowing that soon enough one of these men will be taking her upstairs to make her his in the most shameful way possible.
Author: Emily Tilton
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99
Length: 55,700 words
Excerpt
“This pretty little hole belongs to me now, Andrea,” Dylan said calmly, though I could hear the desire in his voice. “I’m going to train it to take my cock, to stretch around me and pleasure me whenever I want.”
The shameful words sent a new jolt of heat through me. I felt my pussy clench, as if hungry for Dylan’s return there rather than in the more forbidden place he meant to use. Dylan noticed, of course, and laughed softly.
“You like that idea, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing his finger more firmly against my anus. “The thought of me using your tight little bottom for my pleasure makes you wet.”
I sobbed into the bedcovers, overwhelmed by shame and desire. Dylan was right—the idea of him claiming me there, using me so completely, teaching me to be a good girl for him, sent sparks of need shooting through my core.
“Please,” I whimpered, without knowing what I meant.
“Shh,” Dylan soothed, his free hand stroking my lower back. “Just relax and let me in, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy fucking this sweet butt so much.”
With that, he pressed forward, his well-lubricated finger sliding past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the intrusion, my body instinctively trying to resist.
“That’s it,” Dylan encouraged. “Bear down for me, Andrea. Let me in.”
I did as he instructed, forcing myself to relax as Dylan worked his finger deeper. The burning stretch made me gasp and squirm, but Dylan held me steady.
“Good girl,” he said. “I think you’re ready, and I’m so hard it hurts. You’re going to get it now.”
Dylan’s hands left my body, and I heard the rustle of clothing as he undressed. My heart raced, anticipation and fear warring within me. I kept my face pressed to the covers, not daring to look back at him.
“Reach back and spread those cheeks for me, Andrea,” Dylan commanded softly. “Show me how eager you are to please me.”
Trembling, I did as he instructed. I reached back with both hands, grasping my sore bottom and pulling my cheeks apart.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan praised. “Hold yourself open for me.”
I felt the bed dip as Dylan positioned himself behind me. Then I let out a whimper from deep in my chest as I felt the soft, warm pressure of his cock’s head pressing against my virgin anus. I bit my lip hard, instinctively trying to pull away.
“Shh,” Dylan commanded. “Stay still. You’re going to take it.”
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