Princess Jasmine Bondage Novels & Stories

NATALIE. I feel like a princess. A Greek princess. One from a fairy tale. With a dashing handsome prince -or should I say king. I didn't mind not having a mating ritual slash ceremony. It didn't really bother me. As long as everyone knew whom I belonged to and who belonged to me. But man, I am glad that Damien talked me into this. I can't believe this is what I was giving up. Damien looks dashing in his green ensemble as he stands under the beautifully crafted wedding arch. Like a real life Prince Charming.

My clothes were a mess, but the urgency overwhelmed me. "Where's the princess?" I asked Cedric, who seemed surprised by my question. "She's been spending most of her time in the library," he said. "But would you like to bathe first, Your Grace?" I ignored him and went straight to the library. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a magnificent sight - Princess Camellia engrossed in a large book, her eyes shining with curiosity. Her eyes sparkled as she traced the lines on the pages. Her slender figure was accentuated by a delicate dress, and her flushed face and red hair shone in the sunlight coming through the window, they were a delight to my eyes. I held my breath for a moment, afraid

LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. PrinceCharming: Good girl. Let's discuss your punishment: nipple clamps. LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. PrinceCharming: Would you like me to pick the size and tightness? 🛍 LonelyGirl: Yes, sir. PrinceCharming: I think someone needs help getting out of her own head. Hand it over, I want full control. LonelyGirl: Please, sir. 🙏 PrinceCharming: Good girl. I'd like to suspend you on a cushioned board. It's blue satin so it's very soft on your skin and I can leave you there for hours. Blindfolded. Fuck you'd look like a Goddess. ⏳⛓

Jasmine parted her lips slightly "fuck this is so hot and sexy" He carried her to the bed where he had already selected the sexual tools to use. He pulled the panties off Jasmine's feet and tossed them aside. He leaned against one of her legs, holding it in place against the bed, while he grasped the other and tied a stocking around its ankle. He extended that stocking to a lower corner of the bed and looped it securely around the frame. He wrenched her other leg towards the opposite corner of the bed and. tied it in the same manner. Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze.

It would have been better if I frowned at his words, and then I nodded in response. "You didn't give me much of a choice now, did you?" I said through my teeth and he was about to reply when the marching song started. Camila's daughter walked down the aisle holding the rings but that was not what held my attention. It was who she was. Jasmine Scott Jasmine Scott walked towards us, dressed in a peach silky dress that clung to her body, accentuating every curve that she possessed. She looked like the definition of temptation and sin. Her ebony hair was in a twist, bringing her crystal clear green eyes into focus and when those eyes landed on me, there was no look of surprise in them.

I was starting to think I would burn from this game. In Brum’s hands was a wraith of purple flowers that looked amazing, a whole bouquet. He didn't have wrap them so properly, it was so thoughtful of him. He bought them just to play into the excuse we gave, I thought. But it still made me happy. He reached me, doing a slight bow and my folds just creamed that very moment. “My princess.” His voice! Fuck. Him. I wish I could tell you that the smile on my face was still fake. I wished it was but it was not.

Queen Minerva winked. “Maybe she’s going to see that young prince of hers.” Alicent teased and Bellamy blushed. “What prince?” “The prince of Sapphire.” “Oh. Is he the one?” Queen Minerva asked and she nodded. “Yes. He is THE ONE.” Bellamy giggled. … Nicklaus was waiting for Bellamy in the garden. He had promised to build a replica of the Love’s garden in New York. “Nicklaus.” Bellamy called softly and he almost lost balance due to the way his heart skipped beats.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!