A Note From Gwen
A sweet deal for my dear readers! Her Dangerous Curves includes three of my favourite stories, all of which tell tales of curvy, plus-sized and headstrong women who fall under the spell of a dominant alpha male. These tales feature handcuffs, spanking and — of course — passionate sex. This discounted bundle of stories includes 22,000 words of erotic romance!
HER DANGEROUS CURVES (BBW BDSM erotic romance BUNDLE)
By Gwendolyn Bridges
BUNDLE! From author Gwendolyn Bridges comes HER DANGEROUS CURVES, an anthology of three sexy stories of erotic romance involving big, beautiful women and powerful, dominating men. In TAKEN IN THE CELL, jilted bride Grace Pearce learns about passion —and pain — in a jail cell. In TAKEN IN THE VAULT, BBW Kerry Walshaw encounters a rogue bank robber, and is surprised when sparks fly between them. And in TAKEN IN THE CAGE, sports reporter Veronica Carlyle does whatever it takes to get a story from a champion MMA fighter — even if it means a spanking.
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EXCERPT
From “Taken in the Cell”
I felt flush with embarrassment. I wanted to disappear, to skip out of this situation, to avoid having to hand this stranger the only piece of fabric between the open air and my bra and panties. ButI knew I was trapped. I could feel the officer’s eyes on me and the cold embrace of the handcuff around my wrist.
Like I said, trapped.
I pulled the blanket away from my body slowly and held it toward him, exposing myself to him. The sheriff grabbed the blanket and tossed it aside casually. I thought about bring a hand up to shield myself, but there was no way a single hand could block his view of my ample breasts or do much to hide my panties. I let my right arm fall to my side. There was no way to resist.
The officer stepped toward me again, as I shivered with the chill in the air and the anticipation of what could happen next.
“Ms. Pearce,” he said. “You keep saying that no man will want you…”
He reached for his holstered baton again, gripping the handle slowly and drawing it out into the air between us.“…I think you’re lying.”
Softly, slowly, he pushed the end of his baton toward me. He let it brush against the side of my body, where it drifted down the curve of my hip and against my thigh. I shuddered as the smooth black wood ran against my goose-bumped skin.
“‘Cause, see, Ms. Pearce, you know who you are — and you know what you look like.”
The baton moved up, over my panties and across my stomach, pausing as it drifted over my breasts.
“And you know what you can make men feel.”
The baton moved over my cleavage, almost caressing me through my bra. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath the sheer material, responding to the rough touch.
The officer continued speaking as he drew his baton down my stomach again, past the waistband of my underwear. “I need you to be listen, Ms. Pearce. I need you to be good and do what I say.” The baton pressed lightly against my mound. “And, most of all, I need you to stop with all this damned talk about how no man will ever want you.”
The baton was pressed harder against my panties. I could feel my lips spreading slightly, growing wet. But then the officer drew the baton back up, over my stomach and my breasts, caressing the side of my neck, not stopping until he reached my face.
“Can you do that, Ms. Pearce? Can you listen?”
The baton pressed against my cheek, big and black and shiny. He pressed it against my mouth and, without even thinking, I opened slightly, tasting it.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said finally.
