Forced Lemon Novels & Stories

I gave her a signal to stay silent. Don Simon sneered. “Look at you fools, pathetic Omegas. What were you planning to do? Make her attack me?” Before I could respond, the whip landed on my back again. “Let me remind you that you are both weak omegas, even if you both tried, you wouldn’t last a second against me.” His words were cruel but true. “Now get back to work!” he instructed, walking away with an amused smile on his face. Nina ran to where I was to help me back up.

“It wasn’t federal.” Liam swore under his breath. “Private leverage.” My stomach dropped. “So he didn’t just touch my family. He strangled them.” “Not yet,” Marcus said. “This is pressure, not destruction. He wants response.” I closed my eyes for a second, steadying myself. When I opened them again, the ballroom lights felt too bright, the laughter too loud, the world obscenely normal. “He’s forcing me to choose,” I said. Elliot shook his head. “No. He’s trying to make you think you have to.”

Lenora- Mr. Sinclair collapsed into the seat behind his desk, looking at both of us with a smile. “That's good,” he grinned hard, as Desmond slapped my left ass cheek in warm up. Chest flat on the chair, I hung my waist high up in the air. I was still shaking from my orgasm, cream dripping from my pussy to the chair down to a collective pool on the floor. Desmond used his swollen cock to rub my clitoris, and a shiver ran down my spine anytime he teased the entrance of my wet pussy with the tip of his cap.

I almost believe her. After a couple more drinks, I’m feeling pretty loose when Quinn suggests that all the girls head to the bar for a round of shots. I’ve never been a fan of shots- straight alcohol is way too bitter for my liking- but Quinn convinces me that a lemon drop shot is an ‘easy’ one. She’s wrong. It’s just a shot of straight vodka, dressed up by licking some sugar beforehand and sucking on a lemon after. I feel like I just sucked down jet fuel and I’m spitting fire, the other girls giggling at my reaction.

He had said to me on that day, “Here’s a beautiful gift for a beautiful girl. I got this for you to stretch that tight cunt and not suffer my poor cock. I need you to use it whenever I’m not at home” I scoffed at the flashback, but took out the fake cock to stare at it. It has done a lot for me these past two years. I looked at how huge it looked and smiled at myself. My earlier request returning to my head, I had asked Mason to fuck my ass one time. He said I was extremely tight and would end up squeezing the life out of him. So it was time to open it up, because the next time we’d fuck, he would be fucking my ass.

I shake my body just to get away from him, but his strong hands just stop me from protesting and he grabbed my waist so that he can eat my p*ssy properly. “Let me pleasure you…” “Hnggghhh…” I let out a quiet moan as he began to lick it again and I arched my back because it feels so weird and good at the same time. I am crying and begging him to stop but in the end I just squirting and leaking. My body is shaking because I can’t control myself from giving up, my knees are trembling.

he cheerfully replied. “That’s so sweet of you, baby.” “Now, can we go get that ice-cream?” Amy chirped in. “Yaaay!” “Amy!” Paula glared at her daughter. “Just this once, mom. C’mon, it won’t hurt.” she encouraged. “Just this one time.” Paula eventually gave in. “Yes, mom. I promise.”

"What is this?" "Lemon juice." "So sour." "My mom says it is good for nausea. When I was pregnant with Leo, I had to buy lemon drops everywhere." I say. Multiple steps were heard as Athena, her fiancé Rex and Effie's boyfriend Logan came downstairs. "Morning, dearies," I smile. "I will never get tired of hearing that," says Logan, kissing Effie's head and her belly where their child is growing. "I'm with you, bro," Rex agreed. "It's like I'm living in England."

I wanted to try this trick maybe it can get me out of this room. "Fillia, can I get a lemon drink. I think I'm having a bad stomach pain" I said to her with a fake pained look. "Yes ma'am" she said and went to get the lemon. In no time she came back with the drink. "Thank you" I said gulping down the drink.

Every time I see them together, the hatred grows sharper, like a blade I keep polishing in secret. That whore who was fucked by Romano in a maze, just wait when I release the clip with me tomorrow. I stirred the lemonade again, even though it didn’t need stirring. My fingers trembled slightly as I poured the mix into the tall crystal glass: fresh lemon, mint, and a trace of honey…. The sweet scent of citrus should have been refreshing, but it only made me feel sick. I hate this act. The gentle, docile smile. The polite tone. The soft, submissive posture I wear like a second skin for everyone.