Princess Jasmine Bondage Novels & Stories

Alessandro adjusted his glasses. “Fiona seduced another woman’s husband and incited the public to slander and defame her. “Meanwhile, Anthony misappropriated a large amount of another person’s assets and gifted them to a third party.” He paused, then continued, “Additionally, the villas, vehicles, jewelry, and related assets were all funded by Miss Francesca. They are her personal property and have no relation to Anthony.” Fiona collapsed weakly onto the ground. I bent down and pinched her face, now completely drained of color.

> “Princess Cassandra of Obsidia, Bloodline of the Black Flame, Heiress of the Mirror Spire.” Cassandra entered with the presence of thunder. She wore a gown of deep obsidian velvet trimmed with gold lace, every step a performance. Her dark curls were coiled high and pinned with gems that glittered like stars. Her crimson lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk. Unlike the others, she bowed with theatrical flair, holding her gaze on the king for a long, daring moment. She turned—not toward her seat—but toward the arc of concubines. Her gaze swept the room.

Then the sight of her. Jasmine was in the middle of the room, dancing like no one was watching. Her dark hair swung loose around her shoulders, wild and free. She wore nothing but a pair of tiny sleep shorts that hugged the curve of her ass and… nothing on top. Her breasts were full, bouncing slightly with every movement, nipples dark and tight from the cool air. She had her eyes closed, lips parted in a soft smile, completely lost in the rhythm, completely unselfconscious in her own skin.

Immediately, I lowered my hand, falling to the floor as the guards rushed to my side, immediately subduing me. “How… Why was she here?” I croaked weakly, looking into Cassian’s cold eyes. “I told you already Shane, this is not a negotiation. Your sisters are being held at separate locations, Abigail is outside my court. The minute you agree to work with me, they will be safe but if you don’t,” Cassian paused, glancing at his fingers. “Let’s just say that I won’t be able to keep that promise.” I bowed to Cassian immediately, tears filling my eyes. “Please, don’t hurt them.”

It's not late at night. Princess Jasmine took a walk in the palace gardens. She intends to calm herself from the annulment of their engagement. Previously, she really wanted to refuse the engagement, which seemed very sudden. However, after seeing and talking for several hours with Prince Alessandro, she became fascinated by the advantages that the prince had in him. He is a polite, innocent, brave though a little careless. But it wasn't a big problem for her. She can still tolerate it.

She looked at her from up to down. Jasmine was wearing a skimpy pink dress that hugged her body almost too tight. It was strapless too. Her shoulders and back were open and her hair was tied in a round bun. Her fair long legs made her look captivating and Izabelle could swear that she saw the eyes of men on the girl. She thought this was a birthday party. Why does it seem like a club to Jasmine? “I know my dress is pretty. You don't have to keep checking me out.” The audacity. What's pretty? Who was deceiving her that her dress was pretty?

Jasmine continued to suck on my fingers through it until both our bodies were calm. Pulling out of her, I untied her blindfold. Her eyes were a bit disoriented, and then they focused. The moment her eyes focused on me, I said. "You're mine now, Princess. All mine," I said and reached to undo her binds. After, I left the bed to run her a hot bath to help with her soreness because I knew her pussy was swollen. Although I wanted to go back in and fuck her, I knew she would need to sit in the bath a bit to relax.

’ Jasmine thought to herself Jasmine saw that Draco was chained with witch bone copper hand cuff, also inside other prison was one women whose clothes looked nothing less than a beggar clothes also she was handcuffed with witch bone copper chain, her slender figure look like she was severely beaten several times, there were red and blue marks on her boy along with few visible cuts, but surprisingly not a single e drop of blood was flowing out of her wound, Jasmine tried to see face of that women but unfortunately her dirty blond sticky looking hairs that were falling on her forehead created barrier.

Atlas pressed it to his chest. Just at 5:00 pm, Atlas rushed down to Beatrice, the female among the kingmakers. "He was at my house today; what exactly was the outcome of the meeting?" Atlas asked, Beatrice who was just stepping down from her car. "The princess and her bodyguard, seen to have a strong bond, where the princess couldn't in any way speak about cutting ties with him, rather she stood her ground to spend the rest of her life with him." Beatrice could speak better.