Dark BWWM Hockey Romance Books | Varsity Possession | McGraw College Minotaurs #1
Book #1 in a NEW series will hit RIGHT at the start of hockey season for all the fans or aspiring fans of the game. Not a fan of hockey? NO WORRIES. I’m pretty sure if you’re here, you are a fan of smutty/extra spicy romance books.
Am I right?
I want to start off by letting you know that this book is a dark college hockey romance book stuffed to the brim with all manner of triggers. But… it’s also a super sexy enemies-to-lovers romance where I unlock a new kink never before seen in a Jamila Jasper book before… 🔑
I don’t want to give too much away, so buckle up…
As long as you are down for a hot interracial love story centered around a family of fucked up but loyal morally depraved alphas, you are in good company.
Romance Novel Excerpt | Varsity Possession
Chapter #1
PEYTON
Clara Hodge’s voice echoes in the empty, gray basement.
“You’re a slut, just a slut. Until this process is over, until you prove yourself, your only purpose in life will be getting on your knees and keeping our men happy. Do you understand?”
My knees ache from so much time pressed into the concrete. I can feel the bruises forming. This will be the worst thing I’ve done all week. I wish I had a choice, but I don’t. I’ve come this far, there’s no turning back. Mama didn’t raise a quitter.
“Answer me,” she snaps.
“Yes, Pixie.”
Pixie is Clara’s pledge name. We call each other by our pledge names throughout this process instead of our real names. This adds to the ritual nature of sorority initiation. I just wish I wasn’t alone.
“Stand up and take your clothes off Hershey. Your master will be here soon.”
I stand up and shiver beneath the oversized white robe. It’s more like a homemade toga than an official robe, just a bedsheet with holes cut into it and rushed seams sewn in. The only thing that I believe about these sheets is that they have been used for several generations of sorority sisters.
The robes fall away from my body easily, exposing me to the cold. McGraw College is nothing if not cold, especially the basement of a sorority house half a mile away from our small liberal arts college campus, tucked 45 minutes outside of Boston in a town that feels like it’s ripped straight out of a Stephen King novel. It’s stereotypically New England and our college campus is luxurious everywhere except this basement, which smells like strawberry lube, beer, and cloying perfume.
My eyes are wide open, taking in the small details of the basement despite the darkness.
The only light comes from the Vice President’s candle. Piper Sherman, aka Pippy, the sorority Vice President, stands behind Clara with a blank expression on her face. She has watched each of these initiation rituals and I doubt they phase her. But I’m phased. This is my first time doing anything like this and trust me — I’m not this type of girl.
“Your tits are fucking disgusting,” Clara says to me. “First of all, your nipples are huge. They’re weird looking and they’re so…”
Piper finishes the sentence for her. “Dark.”
“Yes,” Clara says smugly. “Dark. But that’s not the only thing wrong with you. Your hair is fake and probably covers up some fucked up hair. You are by far, the ugliest and fattest girl in the pledge class.”
I don’t respond. It isn’t my job to respond. It’s my job to take this abuse. I’m doing this for a good reason.
“You have resisted our best efforts to make you lose weight. At 5’5” and 170 lbs, you are fucking fat.”
I’m not. I have curves. Boobs and an ass, but I’m not fat. I bite my tongue. It’s not my place to argue. I know my place here.
Humiliation courses through me regardless. What would you do to change your life? To change your future? How badly do you want this? I have to ask myself all these questions every day I endure this. I know at the end this will be worth it.
Clara continues, and I can tell she is really loving this. “The rest of your body is completely upsetting to look at. You already know that we only have you here to meet our school’s diversity quotient and you are standing here for your own pathetic reasons.”
She knows my mom is dying.
“From this point forward, your purpose is to suck and fuck your master, a member of the McGraw College hockey team. You will be one of the many women on his roster and you will keep him happy or we will punish you. Pippy, read out the punishment for disobedience.”
Piper doesn’t need to read it out. She has the punishment memorized and gleefully recites it. “The punishment for disobedience is a shaved head, banishment from all sorority and hockey team social activities, and group sex under the influence of psychedelics. On camera.”
“Do you understand, Hershey?”
I bristle. How far are you willing to go for success, Peyton?
“Yes. I understand.”
Clara and Piper take a step back. Clara clears her throat and calls out a number. #27. A man emerges from the door at the other end of the basement. He’s huge. He has to duck to get through the door. I don’t recognize him because he has a paper bag over his head with the eyes carved out. Other than that, he’s completely naked and rock hard.
I can’t help staring at him. I have to get on my knees and suck his cock in front of the sorority president and vice president. I’ve never even kissed a guy before. The worst part about it is that he will know exactly who I am and I will have absolutely no idea who he is. After this, he will decide what happens to my body based on my “performance”.
The men get to choose how we look, what we eat, how we dress… they essentially control our sorority. Clara and Piper are just pawns at the end of the day. Very willing pawns.
The man who enters the room is at least 6’4” – so way taller than me. He is definitely white — duh, he’s a hockey player at a liberal arts college — but he’s the type of white that could be Italian or Mediterranean. It would be easier if I could see his face. I try to take in whatever details I can about his body, but it’s hard because there isn’t enough light.
“On your knees, slut,” Clara commands. “Your master has brought you his cock.”
The man turns his head to the left, peering at Clara through the cut-out holes on the paper bag mask before turning his gaze to me. His eyes are sea-green. Even in the dim light I can tell they’re not clear blue, but oceanic and intense. He runs his tongue over his lips as he looks me up and down.
I’m cold, so cold, but also drunk enough to be slightly numb. Unlike the other girls in my pledge class, I didn’t want to be completely numb for this. I want some control over my faculties. But I knew I would need to be tipsy to get through this. Goosebumps break out over every inch of my bare skin and my nipples protrude forward in an extremely embarrassing way.
“Are you going to watch?” the man says. He’s not even talking to me. I gaze straight ahead, face to face with his cock and with a complete view of his thighs. He has thick, muscular thighs that are completely chiseled from skating. His dick is another story completely. I shudder as I watch it stick out in front of me. I need to put my mouth around that thing.
“Yes,” Clara says. “We need to make sure she pleases you.”
“Clara…” he says in a strange, pleading voice. I don’t know what to make of it because the voice is otherwise very deep and husky. But there’s a connection there and definitely some resistance. Judging by everything I know about the sorority, Clara, her friends and the hockey team, my race might be the issue. But they can’t get rid of me now. And I can’t get rid of them…
“Just do it,” she says harshly to him. “We have to get this done so we can party.”
He steps forward and I can smell him now. I feel sick to my stomach for being grateful that he’s clean. The bar is in hell. It’s just one dick, Peyton. You suck one dick and it’s over. You’re a part of their club forever. You can get everything you want. Everything.
The guy steps forward and I can make out more details about his body. I search for tattoos, scars or other marks that could identify him from any other guy. There’s just a tattoo on his bare bicep. Damn, his arms are big. Really big. He’s staring at me, which instantly makes me drop my gaze.
“Are you a virgin?”
The words don’t sink in. I don’t realize he’s talking to me until Clara clears her throat, implying that it’s my duty to answer him.
“Yes.”
My voice echoes through the basement, even if I don’t mean to sound that loud. My knees hurt like hell and it’s cold… It’s fucked up, but I wish they would give me more alcohol.
“Good to know,” he says.
He reaches forward and pushes his hands through my hair. A surge of panic rushes through me. I have never let anyone white touch my hair before. I worry that he’s going to pull too hard and remove some of my hair or yank the cornrows I got my weave sewn into straight out of my scalp.
My body tenses, but the strange hockey player’s hands are surprisingly gentle as his fingers spread apart the strands of virgin Malaysian hair and slides his hands through my hair without hesitation. He wraps some of the hair around his wrist and my neck stiffens as I surrender ultimate control to this stranger.
“Is this your first time sucking dick?”
“Yes.”
I don’t need to be told twice to answer him. I guess they were serious about him being my master, but what I didn’t expect is that we would have an audience.
“Fuck,” he mutters, softly enough that I don’t even think Clara or Piper hears him. “What a goddamn gift.”
He takes my head and drags me forward. Pain sears through my knees but he doesn’t seem to notice. The stranger keeps staring at my face and his large, rigid penis. It’s huge and this guy is already hard, way too eager to use my mouth for his pleasure.
“Open your mouth.”
I open my mouth, but that only makes me panic. His dick is immense and as it draws nearer to me, my fear intensifies. I’m a virgin, but I’ve taken a biology class, so I know the size of the average male penis. This is way bigger than five inches. More than double. The stranger doesn’t just have a long dick, but it’s thick. Very thick.
Veins wrap around the thick, dusky pink shaft and something really strange happens internally as his dick draws closer to me.
“I can’t make you cum tonight. But if you do a good job, we can play, slut…”
He clearly doesn’t expect a response to that because using his firm grip of my hair, the hockey player grabs my head and draws me towards his dick. The tip of his cock pierces my lips and then all the air in my lungs escapes out of my nose as he thrusts the entire length in my mouth.
I can’t breathe.
The tip of his cock stretches my lips and the tip grazes the back of my throat. Holy fuck, this hurts. He makes a loud, pleasurable groan as he fills every inch of my mouth with his dick to the point where I can’t breathe. I’m desperate to fight him. I press my hands against his thighs and try to push him off but he just withdraws his cock slowly.
Once it’s out far enough, I can breathe and stop pressing against his thighs. He chuckles, like there’s something funny about suffocating me with his cock.
“You handled that well.”
“This isn’t a love scene in a movie,” Clara snaps. “Make her work for it.”
He still has a paper bag on his head, which makes this totally weird, but he turns to Clara and says sharply. “I don’t need you to micromanage my blowjob.”
With his hand still wrapped around my hair, he crouches down to my level, so we’re “face to face”. I’m facing a paper bag, but it’s the closest to human that I’ve been treated for the entire night.
“I wish we were alone for this,” he whispers so only I can hear him. “You have a hot mouth and nice big lips.”
He roughly yanks my head again as he rises to his feet and without giving me an instant to respond, he fucks my face. At first, there’s nothing but pain. Eventually, I’m numb to it, eager for the thrusts because each one means I’m closer to getting him to finish. He’s so big and the force of his thrusts is so intense. There’s something deeply bestial about the way he fucks my mouth.
As he gets closer, he groans and I feel the large cock in my mouth stiffen.
“I’m gonna cum,” he announces loudly enough for our audience to hear. He slows down his pace, fucking my mouth with long, slow strokes. It’s so wet. There’s spit all over my lips and dribbling down my chin. Tears smear my makeup and I’m pretty sure the hockey player’s dick fucking dislodged one of my eyelashes.
“I’m gonna cum,” he announces again. “God, I want to fill your virgin mouth.”
His own desires push him over the edge. He thrusts deeply and holds my head in place as he empties his cock in the back of my throat. The first spurt of cum feels like a thick plug choking me along with the length of the hockey player’s shaft.
He makes intensely masculine moaning sounds as he pulls his cock out a couple inches and unloads the rest of his cum onto my tongue. This is the first time I’ve ever tasted it and I feel both dirty, confused and exhilarated from the adrenaline coursing through me.
I gave head before a man ever kissed me and then he came down my throat. I’ll have to keep this in the vault if I ever get a boyfriend. A girl needs her secrets, right?
I gasp for air as he pulls his cock out of my mouth completely, but there is too much cum in my mouth and on my tongue for me to breathe properly. It doesn’t matter because the hockey player doesn’t care. He tilts my neck back and commands me firmly, “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
I obey quickly before all of it slides down my throat. I already feel the globs of hot salty cum sliding away.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as I stick my tongue out. “I never came in a black girl’s mouth before.”
“You’re done,” Clara interrupts. Hot shame courses through me. Every time he speaks, I forget we have an audience and that I’m just a sorority slut on my knees to please him. I quickly shut my mouth and swallow. He probably says that to all the women he has to fuck just to make us feel less like shit for what we’re willing to do to be a part of the campus elites.
“Chill, Clara,” he says. “I’m done when I say I’m done.”
“You have two minutes,” she says, acting like she’s in control here when clearly, whoever this guy is, nobody controls him.
He turns his attention back to me. I try to study his eyes through the paper bag. Aside from the intense luminescent color, there isn’t anything I can use to identify him. He’s tall, white and has a tattoo. That describes all the guys on the hockey team. He could be anyone and he just came in my mouth. A strange warm trickle pools between my thighs.
I wish I could have clothes on.
“Get up,” he says to me.
I stand up and I can feel his eyes on me intensely.
“Turn around and bend over,” he says. “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
I look at Clara for approval. She looks pissed off, like she wants to kill me. I can’t act without her permission though. This stranger might be my master for the night, but during the day, I answer to the sorority president.
Clara looks pissed, which makes the next words out of her mouth completely unexpected.
“Do what he says, slut.”
Everything tonight happened too fast. I have never been this exposed at once. Standing in front of a stranger like this sends panic surging through me that only alcohol could have numbed. I turn around and my hands shake as they cup my ass cheeks. I’ve always had a big butt and a decent enough hourglass figure as long as you don’t mind a woman with a bit of a stomach.
Stuffing my morals, stuffing my ethics, stuffing everything except my desire for success, I take a deep breath to prepare myself and I do what the hockey player asks. I turn around and squeeze my own ass cheeks before spreading them open.
His response echoes throughout the basement.
“Fuck,” he says loudly. “That looks good.”
Hot shame courses through me and I can already imagine Clara’s face turning eighty-one shades of pink as she plots my demise. I might pass initiation tonight, but my punishment is far from over.
The hockey player’s comment clearly doesn’t warrant a response. I hold my ass cheeks apart, trying not to shake, but trembling as I expose myself in this deeply personal way to a man that I can’t even identify. He makes it worse by pushing his finger forward and pressing it against my back door.
“I bet it’s tight,” he says before unceremoniously sliding his finger inside my ass. I cry out, but quickly stifle my scream by biting on my lower lip.
He slowly withdraws his fingers with a deep, distinct chuckle. I’m still shaking and trying to hide my response to both the searing pain in my back door and the embarrassment.
“That was fun,” he says after chuckling. “I’m done.”
“Yes,” Clara says, her icy voice echoing through the basement. “You’re done.”
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