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  BDSMing the Brat:

  **20 Book** Taboo BDSM

  MEGA BUNDLE

  Copyright 2016 by Sarah Sethline

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  Table of Contents:

  1) The Nun Come Undone

  2) SOLD: Into the Dungeon

  3) DOMMED by My Forbidden Alpha Billionaire

  4) ENTRAPPED by the *White-Hot* $$ Billionaire $$

  5) FORBIDDEN CHOCOLATE LUST

  6) Checking Her Cherry

  7) Checking Her Cherry, Too

  8) TRIPLE Checking Her Cherry

  9) Checking Her OTHER Cherry

  10) HIS NAUGHTY LITTLE PLAYTHING

  11) Little Brat's BIG Jugs

  12) SPANKING Little Lucy

  13) Keeping the Brat in Line

  14) Busting the Brat to the BRIM

  15) SPAWNED to Save the ALIEN Race

  16) Forbidden Fertile Fixation

  17) Brat's FERTILE Curves: Even Curvier

  18) TASTING the FERTILE Farm Girl

  19) PLOWING the Princess

  20) CREAMING the Co-ed

  BONUS! FREE *full-length* romance novel, "Royal S.O.B." by Kaitlyn Kevette!

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  The Nun Come Undone

  DESCRIPTION: Innocent, untouched Mary lived a quiet, predictable life at the convent, always selfless in her service to the Lord. All of this changes when Father Ben, the hunky new priest, gets hired on. Handsome as *hell* and charming to boot, this is one FORBIDDEN FRUIT Mary simply can't ignore...

  WARNING: Reading this book may compromise your salvation… or at least the dryness of your panties! If you're easily offended when it cums to religion, than this is NOT the holy-hell-that's-hot book for you.

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  Mary glanced at her calendar and reached out to cross off another day using a pen. She could hardly believe she'd been living at the convent for a full three years now. It wasn't the most exciting life, but it was a stable and peaceful one, and Mary took comfort in the fact she was using her life to serve the Lord in the highest possible way.

  Just then, Mary heard a knock outside her cell. She looked up and saw one of her fellow sisters standing in the doorframe.

  "Hurry up, Mary," said Sister Agnes.

  "You're going to be late for prayer and the morning meeting."

  Mary grabbed the rosary from her desk and followed her friend into the main area of the church. She sat down in her usual spot among the pews and accepted a handout of announcements from Father Michael. He moved to the center of the room and cleared his throat, ready to speak to the crowd of sitting nuns.

  "As you may or may not know, as of today, we have a new head priest joining us. He'll be taking over my duties as I enter retirement," said the Father.

  "Sisters, allow me to introduce... Father Benjamin," said Father Michael as he outstretched an arm in the direction of the new priest.

  Mary sat up a little straighter in her seat as her eyes followed the handsome man entering the room. With his buzzed brown hair, chiseled cheekbones and smoldering, sky blue eyes, Father Benjamin was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous man Mary had ever seen.

  Up until this point, the few males Mary had come in contact with in her sheltered life had all been much older than her. She estimated Ben was in his late 20s or early 30s -- a decade at most older than Mary herself.

  Mary couldn't stop examining Ben from every angle. She felt drawn to him more than she had ever been drawn to anyone ever before. When he opened his mouth to speak to the sisters, Mary quivered in her seat at the sound of his voice.

  "Thank you for the warm welcome, Father," said Ben in his sultry, smooth voice.

  "Ladies, I look forward to working with you in our service to the Lord."

  Ben scanned the pews with his beautiful blue eyes. When he got to where Mary sat, he ceased looking around the room and locked his eyes onto hers. A warm smile spread across his face as he looked at her and her only. He gave Mary a little wink before turning his attention back to the rest of the gathered women.

  Did he just wink at me?? Mary thought as she swooned in her seat. She could feel a strange but pleasurable feeling start to sweep across her lower half. The area between her legs was growing hotter and wetter the longer she continued to stare at this amazing man.

  What's happening to me? wondered Mary to herself as pleasurable tingles began to shoot up and down her entire body. She could sense her breathing growing heavier as her nipples hardened and her pussy began to dampen.

  As Ben led the sisters through the Lauds prayer, Mary found herself not being able to concentrate at all. She couldn't stop herself from stealing glances of Father Benjamin, when she was supposed to be keeping her head down in solemn solace.

  This desire, this lust, this obsession she felt... were all brand new feelings to Mary. She knew she shouldn't be thinking and feeling this way, yet at the same time, she didn't WANT to escape the yearning she felt.

  What a prison she was in sitting in this pew, unable to act on her urges. Mary let out a gasp when she realized the wetness from her pussy was starting to soak through her panties.

  "Are you coming?" asked a leaving Sister Francis, interrupting Mary's fantasies and thoughts.

  She wasn't yet, but she certainly planned to later...

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  Mary found it incredibly difficult to go about her daily routine as normal. She couldn't stop thinking about Father Benjamin -- or more specifically, him ravishing her. It took all the strength she could muster to remain calm and collected on the outside, when on the inside, she was burning hot.

  It felt like an eternity before she was permitted to return to her cell for some mid-afternoon R&R. Mary closed her door quietly and moved a chair up against it just in case. She wanted some kind of warning if a fellow nun were to interrupt what she was about to do.

  Mary walked over to her bed, sat down, and kicked off her shoes. She swung her feet up over the side and laid back until her head hit her pillow. She was still wearing her full nun attire, as there wasn't enough time to get completely naked.

  Mary began to trace her hands along the fabric of her garb, starting at her breasts and working her way down to inside her thighs. It felt so nice to be caressed in such a tender manner, even if it was by her own hand. When her hands reached her lap, she grabbed onto the material of her skirt and slowly slipped it upwards with both hands.

  Am I really going to do this? thought Mary as she pulled her panties down to her knees.

  To ask such a question was fairly fruitless, as the longing she felt in her loins could NOT be ignored.

  Slowly, hesitantly, Mary lowered her hands onto herself and closed her eyes. Her whole body quivered when she first felt her hands touch her pussy. Never before had she come anywhere close to touching herself like that down there. It was scary, but thrilling as fuck, and instinct seemed to take over as she worked her mound into different sized circles.

  Mary was rubbing herself deeper and deeper into ecstasy with each circle of her hand. She could feel her whole body tensing up as the warm, flushed feeling spread from her pussy outwards. She had never felt so primal in all her life.

  She was getting pretty comfortable working the outside of her mound; did she dare take it further?

  Mary took a moment to open her eyes as she gingerly moved her fingers to inside her folds. The skin of her inner lips was immediately more sensitive to her advances than her fleshy mound had been. She took a fi
nger and slid it along her slit, then used it to lift her hood. She found her little nub easily and began to stroke it every which way. Thoughts of Father Benjamin began to flood her mind, encouraging her fingers to press harder and move faster. Certainly the enjoyment she felt from this little button couldn't be wrong if God himself placed it there...

  Mary's toes curled and her legs started to shake as she writhed on the bed in pleasure. Playing with herself was getting Mary hot as hell, yet it still left her aching. She was desperate for pleasure not just on the outside of her pussy, but the inside as well. She quickly sat up as she frantically scanned the room for something cock-like to fill her void.

  Mary's eyes settled on the wooden cross that hung on her wall. She didn't hesitate to race over and rip it off, then bring it back to her bed. Her pussy was already dripping wet, so the longest part of the cross slid in easily. She worked it into her cunt slowly at first, then faster and faster once she realized how good it felt.

  In that moment, her little wooden fuck stick wasn't a cross -- it was Father Benjamin. As she plunged it into her pussy and circled her clit with her free hand, all thoughts were on him. She could feel her body building towards something truly divine the longer she laid there and worked herself.

  "Ohh Jesus!!" Mary screamed out when she felt the waves of orgasm wash over her.

  These few seconds of pleasure were the most intense of physical sensations Mary had ever experienced. She never knew her body could deliver her to her own personal heaven.

  After Mary came, she relaxed into a state of bliss on the bed. Her contentment didn't last long, as it was soon overtaken by feelings of guilt and shame.

  I need to confess what I've done to Father Benjamin, thought Mary.

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  "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," spoke Mary as she sat in the stall of the confessional later that evening.

  "I'm here, my child," replied Father Ben through the iron-wrought slit.

  "Tell me your troubles."

  A few moments of silence passed. Ben noticed Mary was hesitating and added, "It's alright -- take your time."

  "I've..." Mary started.

  She had no idea she'd be this nervous!

  "I've broken my vows of purity and chastity," she whispered.

  Mary quickly diverted her eyes to the ground.

  "Whatever do you mean, Child?" probed the priest.

  "I… I had wrongful feelings about a man," gasped Mary.

  "... and I acted on them."

  "Acted on them how?" asked the Father, adjusting slightly in his seat.

  "I... touched myself... down there," she admitted sheepishly.

  "I see," responded Ben.

  "That wasn't my only sin, Father," continued Mary.

  She took a deep breath in and slowly let it out, bracing herself for what she was about to tell him.

  "The man I was thinking about as I touched myself..."

  Mary was looking at the ceiling, at her hands, anywhere but between that holy slit.

  "… it was you," she said quietly.

  A great silence seemed to wash over their little booth as Mary anxiously waited for him to respond. After a minute or two of getting nothing from Ben, Mary decided she could take the deafening quiet no longer.

  "Fa-father?" quivered Mary.

  Just then, Mary heard the door on her side of the stall click open. In walked Father Benjamin, who quietly closed the door behind him. Mary's eyes bugged out in surprise, having the man of her dreams standing directly before her.

  "I have a confession to make, too," he said as he leaned over and forced his lips against hers. They kissed passionately for several seconds before Mary ripped herself away.

  "Wha... what are you doing?!" asked Mary as she gasped for air.

  "Something I've wanted to do since the moment I saw you sitting in that pew," replied Ben before returning to Mary's lips.

  Mary felt powerless to resist Ben's advances. She explored his mouth hungrily as she danced with his tongue and held his face in her hands.

  Ben reached out and cupped Mary's breast using his right hand. He could feel her heart beginning to beat faster and faster inside her chest. He lowered himself onto his knees and -- still holding onto Mary's tit -- slid his left hand up her leg.

  As he traced his hand up her calf and across her thigh, every inch of skin in its path began to tingle. Mary felt herself growing more and more excited the closer he got to her pussy. She pushed her nun's dress up around her hips almost instinctively and without a thought.

  When Ben reached the barrier of her panties, he put his mouth around the top of the fabric and pulled them down using his teeth. Mary's virgin mound was now mere inches away from him. He put his palm over her pussy, testing how hot it was.

  It was, indeed, quite warm to the touch, and a small, tight little cunt at that.

  His hand easily enveloped her entire region.

  Mary bucked her body forward, humping her pussy against the priest's hand. Don't just touch it, she thought. Lick it... fuck it!

  As if Ben had a direct line of communication not just with God, but Mary herself, he proceeded to obey her carnal commands. He positioned his mouth between her legs, licking her cunt bottom to top with his strong tongue. Mary's skirt fell back over his head as the father ate her out furiously. Mary pounded a fist against the wall of the confessional, then dragged her nails across it in pleasure. She took her legs and wrapped them around Ben's neck, locking his lips to her "lips".

  Mary tilted her head back in ecstasy and looked towards the heavens. How wonderful the sins of the flesh felt in that moment.

  "I need you to fuck me, Father!" said Mary when she could no longer stand delaying it any longer.

  They both undressed in a hurry, allowing their church clothes to form a heap on the floor. They were standing now, each admiring what God had created.

  Father Benjamin was the epitome of rugged masculinity. His perfect male form complemented Mary's womanly one with such grace. Mary felt more saliva than usual enter her mouth when she eyed his impressive rod in particular.

  Ben leaned over Mary to perform the Sign of the Cross on her with his mouth. He kissed her forehead, then her lips, then just below her breastbone before moving on to her tits. From right to left he sucked on them, completing the final step of the religious gesture.

  Ben brought his lips up to Mary's and kissed her again, this time with even more passion than before. Mary reached down and began to stroke the priest's cock, enjoying the feeling of him filling her hand. Ben moaned in pleasure and slammed their lusty embrace against the wall. He took his right hand and grabbed onto the base of his dick, steadying it so he could enter his nun with ease.

  In one forceful motion, Ben plowed into Mary's slit, parting her folds as if they were the Red Sea. He gave her no time to prepare for his entry as he stood there, fucking away her innocence.

  Mary ran her nails down the father's back and grabbed onto his tight ass cheeks as he rammed his cock harder and higher up her cunt. Pleasure was erupting from all parts of her body as Ben stood there and forced her to take it. It was clear he was the one who was in control, and Mary loved every sinful second.

  After a few more thrusts, Ben suddenly swung his naughty nun around and sat down in the confessional seat, bringing Mary into his lap. He was letting *her* call the shots now as she slowly rocked his cock.

  It only took a few moments before she gained enough confidence to plunge his prick into her pussy at full speed. Ben reached behind Mary to grab handfuls of her ass as her tits bounced beautifully in front of him. Mary, too, was using her hands to explore her priest's body, from his biceps to his pecs and his stomach to his shoulders.

  Mary's hands didn't wander for very long before latching onto Ben in glorious climax. She was sure there were angels singing somewhere as she convulsed on his cock in pure ecstasy. No longer was she the virgin Mary -- she was Mary, the complete woman.

  Seconds later, Ben unleashe
d his stream of hot seed deep inside her cunt. No condom, no birth control... they were Catholics, after all. In that moment, the risk of pregnancy seemed very trivial to Mary. All she cared about was the pleasure they were sharing between their legs.

  After Ben had finished, he stayed inside Mary for some time. As she sat in his lap and stared into his eyes, Mary couldn't help but feel she was in love.

  Or at least lust.

  "How's that for penance?" asked an out-of-breath Ben.

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  Mary's daily routine as a nun was filled with a higher purpose now that she had formed a connection with Father Benjamin. She was no longer performing her duties to serve God and God alone; she was working to support and uplift her hot priest as well. Whenever there were additional tasks to do within the convent, Mary never hesitated to volunteer if it meant getting to spend more time around Ben.