Enchanted Submission - An erotic bdsm fantasy novella by Lily Harlem Page B
Authors: Lily Harlem
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about whips and tethers, hog chains and wax. It may not have been right for Belle, hell, it made her run straight to the most expensive lawyer in town, but for Rapunzel, well, for Rapunzel it sounded like a whole lot of fun and exactly what she was looking for. If she was honest, the thought of being dominated by Beast, taken by him in whichever way took his fancy, had become quite an obsession lately.
She glanced at the female competition strutting their stuff on the dance-floor; several tall, thin giants, a couple of short, fat trolls, certainly no other princesses to worry about. She set her mouth in a determined line; she’d be the one Beast signed into The Basement tonight and she dared anyone to step in the way of what she wanted – no, needed, needed so badly that without it she might just combust.
‘No surprise they didn’t get invited to the stag do,’ Belle said rolling her eyes. ‘They’re practically Neanderthal.’
‘Well, I’m sure they were invited. Prince Charming wouldn’t have left anyone out intentionally, he’s very sweet that way, in fact he’s very sweet and caring in every way.’ Cinderella cupped her hands beneath her chin and a flutter of a smile danced on her lips.
Belle opened her mouth to fill in the gap in Cinderella’s knowledge about her darling prince. She too had experienced a rather wild liaison with him when riding one day in the forest; after their brief meeting she’d spent the journey home pulling leaves and twigs from her hair and had had splinters in her butt for two weeks.
Rapunzel interjected before Belle could break Cinderella’s illusion, ‘Yes, he’s very sweet,’ she said. ‘But, remember, he’s still a man, a man with needs, wants and desires. You’ll have to be prepared for that when the sun goes down tomorrow and you have a ring on your finger. He’ll be expecting more than a kiss on the cheek.’
‘Well, I ...’ Cinderella stuttered. ‘Of course I know that, I’m not totally naïve.’
‘Good,’ said Rapunzel. ‘Then we have a starting point.’
‘What do you mean ... a starting point?’ Cinderella hiccupped.
Belle frowned. ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘Let’s go upstairs.’
‘I think I’ll hang out here.’ Rapunzel indicated her near-full glass of champagne. She had no intention of going anywhere but down to The Basement tonight.
‘Yes, I’ll stay too.’ Cinderella looked relieved. ‘With Rapunzel.’
Belle swung her attention to Tinkerbell who was hovering a millimetre over the bar smiling at Tom Thumb. Her tiny cheeks sucked inwards as she drew on the long dark cigarette he was lighting for her. ‘Sure, upstairs,’ she said not taking her eyes off her little suitor. ‘You coming?’
‘You bet,’ he said, licking his lips and dragging his gaze down her petite body. ‘Been waiting to sample the miniature glass ball with you for a while now.’
Tinkerbell blew a stream of smoke into his face and raised her eyebrows. ‘That sounds promising.’
He suppressed a cough and then nodded eagerly. ‘I never break a promise.’
Belle sighed, more than used to Tinkerbell’s nymph like ways and turned to Rapunzel. ‘Watch her,’ she mouthed nodding at Cinderella who was pouring herself another drink. ‘We need her upright at the cathedral tomorrow.’
Rapunzel leant forward and whispered in Belle’s ear. ‘I know, but it doesn’t matter what positions she gets in between now and then, does it?’
Belle headed towards the spiral staircase and Rapunzel’s attention once again focused on Beast. He was moving around the edge of the room, towering above everyone with his square face set as the disco lights licked across his dark stubble. He had a certain self-assured elegance to the way he walked, exuding the poised manner of exquisite breeding. The whole sum of him was a huge turn-on for Rapunzel – if he could be that damn sexy walking across a club, then what the hell would he be like in bed?
His rather scruffy
She glanced at the female competition strutting their stuff on the dance-floor; several tall, thin giants, a couple of short, fat trolls, certainly no other princesses to worry about. She set her mouth in a determined line; she’d be the one Beast signed into The Basement tonight and she dared anyone to step in the way of what she wanted – no, needed, needed so badly that without it she might just combust.
‘No surprise they didn’t get invited to the stag do,’ Belle said rolling her eyes. ‘They’re practically Neanderthal.’
‘Well, I’m sure they were invited. Prince Charming wouldn’t have left anyone out intentionally, he’s very sweet that way, in fact he’s very sweet and caring in every way.’ Cinderella cupped her hands beneath her chin and a flutter of a smile danced on her lips.
Belle opened her mouth to fill in the gap in Cinderella’s knowledge about her darling prince. She too had experienced a rather wild liaison with him when riding one day in the forest; after their brief meeting she’d spent the journey home pulling leaves and twigs from her hair and had had splinters in her butt for two weeks.
Rapunzel interjected before Belle could break Cinderella’s illusion, ‘Yes, he’s very sweet,’ she said. ‘But, remember, he’s still a man, a man with needs, wants and desires. You’ll have to be prepared for that when the sun goes down tomorrow and you have a ring on your finger. He’ll be expecting more than a kiss on the cheek.’
‘Well, I ...’ Cinderella stuttered. ‘Of course I know that, I’m not totally naïve.’
‘Good,’ said Rapunzel. ‘Then we have a starting point.’
‘What do you mean ... a starting point?’ Cinderella hiccupped.
Belle frowned. ‘Come on,’ she said. ‘Let’s go upstairs.’
‘I think I’ll hang out here.’ Rapunzel indicated her near-full glass of champagne. She had no intention of going anywhere but down to The Basement tonight.
‘Yes, I’ll stay too.’ Cinderella looked relieved. ‘With Rapunzel.’
Belle swung her attention to Tinkerbell who was hovering a millimetre over the bar smiling at Tom Thumb. Her tiny cheeks sucked inwards as she drew on the long dark cigarette he was lighting for her. ‘Sure, upstairs,’ she said not taking her eyes off her little suitor. ‘You coming?’
‘You bet,’ he said, licking his lips and dragging his gaze down her petite body. ‘Been waiting to sample the miniature glass ball with you for a while now.’
Tinkerbell blew a stream of smoke into his face and raised her eyebrows. ‘That sounds promising.’
He suppressed a cough and then nodded eagerly. ‘I never break a promise.’
Belle sighed, more than used to Tinkerbell’s nymph like ways and turned to Rapunzel. ‘Watch her,’ she mouthed nodding at Cinderella who was pouring herself another drink. ‘We need her upright at the cathedral tomorrow.’
Rapunzel leant forward and whispered in Belle’s ear. ‘I know, but it doesn’t matter what positions she gets in between now and then, does it?’
Belle headed towards the spiral staircase and Rapunzel’s attention once again focused on Beast. He was moving around the edge of the room, towering above everyone with his square face set as the disco lights licked across his dark stubble. He had a certain self-assured elegance to the way he walked, exuding the poised manner of exquisite breeding. The whole sum of him was a huge turn-on for Rapunzel – if he could be that damn sexy walking across a club, then what the hell would he be like in bed?
His rather scruffy
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