Princess Jasmine Bondage Novels & Stories

“Let’s see what Prince Charming picked out.” Inside were several outfits — elegant, understated, but expensive enough to make Jasmine’s hands tremble. They settled on a soft cream blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers and matching heels. Jamie insisted on light makeup — “soft but lethal” — and curled her hair into loose waves. When Jasmine finally looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked composed. Polished. Like someone who belonged to a different world. Jamie whistled. “He’s not ready.” Jasmine smiled faintly. “Neither am I.” pretending to faint and they both broke out laughing again.

During my speech, I looked at the audience full of Russian oligarchs, Italian politicians, American arms dealers, and family members in black suits. “Three years ago, I ran away from this castle for love.” I said, “But now I return, not for revenge, but to prove… “That the principessa of the Lucas family will lead the family to an even brighter future! I need no one to save me. I can stand on my own and become my own queen.” Applause thundered. Silas kissed me, whispering in my ear, “And my queen too.” After the banquet, I walked alone to the terrace, gazing at the Sicilian night.

She was dressed in a short emerald gown that I had told Mirae to dress her in and she looked really beautiful… no, not beautiful… she was… “Enchanting,” Rhys and I growled together. I shouldn’t be looking at her like this but I could not help but to appreciate whatever god or goddess had made her because they took their time in sculpting her. Before she walked to where the table was, I had already stood up and my legs were already moving towards her. “You didn’t have to do this,” She spoke but I could not hear any words that came out of her mouth, rather my eyes were stuck on her lips.

Walking towards the king sized bed which was placed in the center, attached to the wall, he watched her moving slowly in his arms. An audible gasp of surprise left Jasmine's mouth as she was roughly thrown on the bed, making her bounce on it. She was still in a daze trying to figure out what's happening around her when a pair of veiny arms collided with her ankles, pulling her down, making her lay on the bed.

Jasper look at her doubtful, she is someone who could toss him into the fire just to save herself if need be "What should I do Your highness?" Princess Izabella smile in relieve as she still have someone useful by her side, she put her hands over her stomach and breathed in "For my child's future" she mumbled and give Jasper orders. ~ Jasper walk along that path that leads to the prisons holding his knife in place as he watches out for his victim, not long the maid describe appear in front of the path He put his knife behind him and walk fast towards the unsuspecting maid, just as the maid walk pass him Jasper turn back and grab her putting his palm over her mouth to stop any scream

I called as I walked out the door. As soon as I got closer to the foyer, voices were starting to echo. Mostly my warriors and different people but the shrill voice of Jasmine was evident. I found out as I turned the corner. She was chained with her arms behind her and even a little chain on her ankles. Her hair resembled Madusa and what little makeup that was left on her face was running or smudged. “THIS IS INHUMANE!” She was screaming. One of my warriors came out with some duct tape and placed it over her mouth. As soon as it hit her lips, he spotted me and got nervous. Jasmine’s eyes darted over to me as well.

It was all her doing—the theft of my powers and now the theft of my destined mate. "I will never forgive you, not even in the next life," I cursed, seething with profound annoyance. "Well, you shouldn't. Do you think I care about your forgiveness? I don't, not in the slightest. So go ahead and despise me in your next life. Look, I even have a matching bracelet, just like the one Caspian wears. With this, he will never remember you as his mate," Jasmine taunted, flaunting the damning evidence. "I see. So this is what has been binding our mate bond," I whispered, a flicker of hope igniting within me. "But he still recognized the mate bond between us, and so did I. I don't believe you have seve

Jasper dropped it, and it pooled on the floor like a red silk puddle by her feet. Dressed in a black silk and gauze uplift with naughty bondage straps above the tiny cups that barely hid her raspberry nips. Jasper let his gaze fall to the tiny thong again with silk bondage straps wrapped around and crossed over her hips and her abdomen to the bottom of her bra, fastening in a bow. The sheer black hold-ups made her long legs gleam, and she stepped sideways out of the puddled dress, careful not to step on the velvet with her bright red heels. Then casting a shy look at her husband, she bent straight-legged to pick her dress up from the floor.

Jasmine flipped her hair to the right shoulder. Exhaling and inhaling silently. Her eyes darted around the room. It was slightly dark, but she could see where the king was sleeping. Reaching for the necklace around her neck, Jasmine straightened her back bravely. Looking at herself, she went as far as wearing a sexy see-through nightgown. “You can't resist me forever,” She could already feel a surge of electric current circulating to her. With each step, she took. Her chest tightened so much that blood trickled from the corners of her lips.

The women, shackled and bound in chains, stood before the new king's guards awaiting their fate. Among them stood Jasmine, barely 18, trembling beside her friend Elizabeth. Elizabeth, once a princess, now stood stripped of her title and treated no differently from her servant. Jasmine was born to the king's maid, leading to a life of servitude. Despite their stations, the two shared a lifelong bond--Elizabeth had always treated Jasmine with kindness, and Jasmine had returned that loyalty with devotion.