Princess Jasmine Bondage Novels & Stories

“My worst, huh? Are you certain you can take it?” His grin widened. “Oh, I can take it, love, but can you?” His hips heaved once, bringing his arousal against her, and she cried out at the sudden rush of flame. He subsided with a naughty smile. Challenged, Jasmine sat up and slowly unfastened the gold clasps holding her sleeveless gown at the shoulders, letting the white silk fall to reveal the flaming red overnji, minus a bandeau, underneath. Keilor’s eyes widened, and he started to reach for her. She grabbed his wrists and forced them back behind his head, leaning just out of reach.

"Oh, that is so much fun." "Yeah, and it would be better if you help me out." Bethany and Jasmine searched through Jasmine's clothes and finally settled on a black spaghetti strap, body con dress that had a knee length and they picked out Jasmine's favorite stilettos heel. Bethany helped her apply a little make-up on her face and Jasmine was set to go. Walking out of the bedroom, Jasmine blushed when she noticed the awe-struck look on Liam's face. She walked steadily towards him, trying to control her pounding heart. Liam stood up, took her hand, and placed a soft kiss on it.

Saying this, Stella got up from the bed picked up the clothes out of the traveling bag unfolded them, and said, "Look at this revealing lingerie which I bought for my one month's salary." Saying this she threw her lingerie on Jasmine. Then she picked up a black lace-covered lingerie and showed it to her and said, "Look, that man likes black color on me, so I bought it too." By doing this, Stella threw five pieces of lingerie on Jasmine and then she took out a wine belt and said, "I also bought this for my honeymoon." Then she finally took out a pair of handcuffs and said, "I also purchased these for that evil man."

Jasmine didn't wear a hospital gown but silk pajamas with long sleeves and trousers. Because of the unique softness of the silk, she fully exposed her body curves, which was much more attractive than merely seducing. She lay weakly on the bed. She must have cried just now as her eyes were still a little red. Her other follower, Baz, stood to the left of the bed. He placed his hands behind his back, displaying his concern. An elderly woman was massaging Jasmine's lower limbs, occasionally turning her head to wipe her tears, like a mother who felt sorry for her daughter.

he would not be kind and gentle as it should be. I stopped at his knees and he took a deep breath. I wasn’t wearing much, the slave collar, and a white, silk, spaghetti strap gown that was practically see-through. I was told as the king's slave that undergarments weren’t allowed.. so obviously I don’t have those either. I was surprised when the maids handed me this..I’m a slave and it’s not proper slave attire, but apparently, the King requested it.

I discreetly pinched myself to make sure this was really happening, and the worst part was, it was true. "I'm just asking you to get something, like a piece of jewelry that the princess won't miss, so I can prove my loyalty to the guys. Do you really find it impossible to do? There's no jewelry she hates and that she won't miss it?" Liam asked me still insisting. He had an intense gaze and was holding my hands in an urgent gesture.

Angel as usual was busy typing on his phone, he was texting his clients i assumed. After a long wait, i felt a foot on mine before i could even say a word Bruce gave me a wink; giving me a signal to look behind and as i did, his phone tintinnabulated, he got to his feet and went to talk on phone. I couldn't believe what my eyes saw. It was Jasmine wearing a short redish dress which was covering part her knees, looking down her feet she had high hilled meloon shoe to match her hair. She looked more beautiful than i had seen her earlier.The dress was kinda tight that it showed her every curve. I stood up and gave her my hand to hold. Then i began complimenting her.

"Can you get me a form-fitting gown? I was looking for something with beads along the bodice and made of silk? "Of course, dear, we might have precisely what you're looking for, our designer just finished it this morning, and it seems to be your size." I wait a few minutes, and the woman comes back carrying a dress precisely as I described. I smile as I take the dress from her hands. "That's perfect, thank you." We go to the dressing room, and Laura and mom both help me get dressed. The material feels luxurious, and it hugs my curves. We go out into the vast mirrors, and tears fall down my face. I can't believe I see Tatianna Morrietti, the supermodel, and not Tati, the mom.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

No, she wouldn't allow that. Jasmine. Her signature perfume. The one she wore to every charity gala, every board meeting, every time she needed to remind the world she was untouchable. Somehow, even locked in a basement, she's still her. The cell is too dark for someone like her. Bare walls. A cot that's seen better days. A bucket in the corner I refuse to look at. No windows. No softness. This is no place for a queen, and yet she sits on the cot like it's a throne. Her back straight. Legs crossed. One hand holding what looks like a makeshift nail file, probably a sliver of metal she charmed off some guard.