Enchanted Submission - An erotic bdsm fantasy novella (2 page)

‘Enough to know I wouldn’t be running home to daddy,’ she said huskily. ‘Enough to know I want exactly what your wife didn’t.’

‘Ex-wife,’ he growled.

Rapunzel reached forward and laid a flattened palm against the soft black wool of his roll-neck jumper. Through the thick material, she sensed the square outline of his chest; granite hard and blazing hot. Each solid muscle tensed like a bull about to charge. ‘You can do what you want with me ...’ she said, fluttering her eyes as her heart threatened to flutter right out of her chest. ‘I’ll be all yours, all night.’ She leant nearer and swallowed; his divine spicy scent invaded her nostrils and settled deliciously on her tongue like incense. ‘I’ll be your slave to do with as you wish.’

Beast stared straight back. ‘I don’t play games,’ he said, his coal black pupils boring into hers.

‘I don’t want games.’

‘With me, there’s no safe words, no silly little crimes so you can be punished like a naughty child. I don’t know what antics you got up to with Nikos, but half-hearted submission is really not my style.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘With me, it’s all or nothing.’

Heat seared through her veins and her knees turned watery. ‘Go on ...’

‘If you want me to take you to a place where you cry with ecstasy, feel like every nerve in your body has exploded, then you have to hand yourself over to me totally, you have to trust me to take you there and bring you back ... even though you hardly know me.’

‘I know enough.’ Blood was rushing between her legs. She wanted to cry with ecstasy, she wanted to feel like every nerve in her body had exploded. She wanted to relinquish control – to Beast.

‘And it hasn’t put you off? What you’ve heard about me, from Belle?’

‘Far from it. It’s just made me all the more curious to see if we are compatible – I think we might be.’

The side of his mouth twitched; it was as close to smiling as he ever got. ‘In that case, little lady, when we go in to The Basement, you’ll be all mine, every last sumptuous inch of you.’ He pushed open the door, curled a hand around her waist and exerted a firm pressure in the small of her back.

‘But ... but what about your friend, aren’t you going to say goodbye?’ Rapunzel nodded over his shoulder at the woodcutter. She needed to speak to Cinderella too, tell her to go find a prince to sign her into The Basement or head upstairs to Belle and Tink.

‘He’s coming in.’

‘But he’s a woodcutter and you can only sign in one guest.’

‘Woodcutter? No, that’s Prince Tate of Newgale Kingdom, he’s on a gap year chopping trees in the Emerald Forest, some new venture the King dreamed up to “put him in touch with reality”. Not that it’s working, the way he’s been drooling over a certain young lady in a red cape trotting through the forest to see her grandmother each day is quite nauseating.’ Beast paused. ‘However ... the way he’s chatting to your mate makes me think he’s finally stopped lusting after the little minx.’ He pulled down his mouth and nodded slowly. ‘Yeah, your sweet as sugar friend will do him the world of good – help him forget about that little prick-tease leading him on.’

Rapunzel felt a swell of panic in her lungs at the thought of Prince Tate unleashing his pent up lust on Cinderella. ‘But, but don’t you know who
she
is?’

Prince Tate leant down to whisper something in Cinderella’s ear. Cinderella giggled and placed her hand on her bouncing chest. Beast frowned and gave a tiny shake of his head. ‘No, should I?’

‘That’s Cinderella and this is her hen night; it’s the big wedding at Marble Cathedral tomorrow, she’s marrying Prince Charming. The newspapers have been full of it for weeks, the flowers, the cake, the food ... you must have seen it.’

‘Oh, yes, of course, yes, in fact I’ve got an invite somewhere.’ He rubbed his hand over his scratchy cheek. ‘Mmm, Tate won’t want to upset Charming, their fathers are good friends, it could disrupt trading agreements.’ His hand fell from her back and he took a step through The Basement door away from her. ‘I’m sorry, Rapunzel, but this, you and her, are more trouble than you’re worth to me and Tate.’

‘No, no, it’s fine. Listen, Cinderella is ridiculously naïve but Tate could be perfect for providing Prince Charming with what he doesn’t even know he needs.’

Beast tipped his head. ‘Go on ...’

‘If you speak to Tate, explain the situation, he could give her a few, you know, eye openers, lessons, otherwise the poor girl will be terrified when her new husband gets her alone tomorrow evening.’ She cupped her hand around her mouth. ‘He’s a bit of an animal, the groom; the consummation is likely to be fast and furious, a bit too much for her innocent disposition, the marriage will be doomed before it’s even started.’

‘Yeah, I’ve heard rumours about him.’ Beast hesitated and looked over at the couple again. Cinderella was gazing dreamily at Tate as he spoke animatedly, gesturing with his hands. ‘Perhaps it could work, I like the idea of giving Charming a present he doesn’t even know he’s received.’

‘Of course it could work. But she must still be a virgin, Prince Charming will be expecting that. If she isn’t, there’ll be hell to pay.’

‘There are other ways to become more sexually experienced, more sexually confident than a traditional fuck,’ Beast huffed.

‘Well, I know that.’ Rapunzel looked at Tate, standing in ripped jeans, enormous boots and rumpled red checked shirt. He was carefully winding one of Cinderella’s curls around his finger and looking at it as though it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. ‘But will
he
know that?’

‘Tate has many strings to his bow. I’ve every confidence all will be well for our innocent little bride when he understands the score.’ Beast reached out and placed the knuckle of his index finger beneath Rapunzel’s chin and cocked her head. ‘But from this point on, Cinderella is for me to worry about. Since you are entirely mine the second we step through this door your responsibilities are automatically diverted to me.’ He dropped his head low to hers, so low their lips were just a whisper apart and she could feel his warm breath washing over her cheeks. She fluttered her eyes shut, waiting for a kiss.

None came.

Her lips tingled in disappointment. But her shoulders lightened as the weight of responsibility for Cinderella’s virtue, for her own pleasure, for everything in fact, was removed by Beast. It was a good feeling, both liberating and indulgent and she was looking forward to experiencing a whole lot more of it.

THE TWO COUPLES headed down the steep steps to The Basement. Thumping music faded to a distant rumble and the lighting dimmed to a seductive red haze. They turned a corner and were faced with an extraordinarily long, door-lined corridor. The deep pile carpet was a lustrous, rich burgundy and the cream walls were dotted with wrought iron sconces holding fat white candles. At the far end, two enormous oak doors with ornate brass knockers led into the main entertainment room.

They stopped at a desk blocking their passage down the corridor. Behind it, as always, sat one of the seven dwarfs; tonight it was Grumpy. His green, pointed hat was pulled down low, his beard dotted with crumbs from the cheesy crisps he was munching and his scowling, beady eyes devoured his glossy magazine
Dwarfettes on Top
.

‘Good evening,’ Beast said in a voice that let Grumpy know he had no patience for a scowling dwarf.

Grumpy muttered something indecipherable then pushed forward a register. Beast scrawled across it with a long, turquoise feather dipped in ink and then counted out ten gold coins for Rapunzel’s admission fee. After Tate had done the same Grumpy stood and unhooked the twisted black rope between the desk and the wall and allowed them to pass.

Beast stopped at the first door on the left. ‘Go in,’ he said to Rapunzel. ‘Find something to wear that I’ll actually like.’

‘Whatever do you mean?’ Rapunzel stared down at her dress.

‘That’s a wardrobe room for princesses who come to The Basement wearing stuff from a damn cartoon.’ He flicked his hand at her sumptuous dress. ‘Go find a corset, black, and some long boots with high heels, the sluttier the better.’ He turned his colossal back and flicked his head at Tate who stepped over to him. They immediately became immersed in a hushed conversation.

‘You coming in with me?’ Rapunzel asked Cinderella.

‘Yeah, OK, my knees are a bit wobbly, all that champagne and stuff ... maybe I should sit down.’

‘Oh, you’ll be fine,’ Rapunzel said pushing at the door. ‘You’ve only had a couple.’

They stepped into the room and the door slammed shut behind them. Each wall was stacked high with clothing, shoes and underwear. But none of it the sort of clothing normally found in a princess’ wardrobe. The colours were either black, scarlet or purple, with the exception of a few white articles; there were no pastels or patterns to be seen. While there looked to be plenty of silk, satin and velvet there was also rubber, latex and leather by the bucketful. Shiny silver buckles flashed in the overhead lights and long ribbons dangling from garments brushed the floor.

‘Wow, look at this stuff. Who would wear it?’ Cinderella said, gingerly touching a full body latex suit with a gaping mouth. ‘It’s weird.’

‘I’m going to wear this?’ Rapunzel said, fingering a black satin corset with delicate lace ribbons and incredibly thin bones. It was tiny but Rapunzel kept her waist at 23 inches. Her hips were another matter, there was a certain flare to her hips that she enjoyed – they definitely rolled when she walked. But her waist, her waist was miniscule.

Cinderella swished over in her long, voluminous dress and examined the corset Rapunzel had plucked from the rail. ‘It’s lovely, Rapunzel, but it’s just underwear. Will you put your dress over the top again or find something else? And look.’ She pointed. ‘There’s no bra attachment, no support at all, and you really need a bit of support upstairs, sweetie.’

Rapunzel wasn’t worried about the lack of support. What was careering through her mind was what Beast would say when she appeared from the room wearing exactly what he’d asked for, to the letter – a corset and a pair of high-heeled boots. He didn’t specify a bra or even panties so why should she find them; she was, after all, supposed to be doing
exactly
what he said.

‘Why are you getting changed anyway?’ Cinderella asked folding her arms and frowning at Rapunzel.

‘Beast asked me to.’

‘But, but why would you – just because he said?’

Rapunzel let out a little sigh and began to take off her dress. ‘You need to understand something, Cinders. Beast and I are going to play a game tonight, a game where he tells me to do something and I do it, without question, whatever it might be.’

‘But why would you do that with Belle’s ex?’ She shook her head in confusion. ‘Belle said he was horrid when they were alone, really dominant and demanding.’

‘Ex is the point, he’s a free agent and so am I. And as for being horrid, that’s a matter of opinion. What Belle didn’t like maybe I will. Perhaps dominant and demanding is my thing.’

Cinderella rubbed her fingers over her temple. ‘So you and Beast are hooking up?’

‘Just for tonight. It’s like we’re trying each other on.’ Rapunzel let her dress fall to the floor and began to peel off her underwear. ‘And I need you to promise not to interfere, whatever happens in The Basement, whatever Beast asks me to do or say, or anything he does to me, it’s because I’ve already told him that’s what I want, OK? And if you interfere I’ll be really mad with you.’

‘Er, yes.’ Cinderella stared at Rapunzel who was now totally naked. ‘I don’t really understand, but if it’s important to you then I promise not to interfere.’

‘Excellent, and as for Prince Tate, he seems a sweet guy.’ Rapunzel wrapped the corset around her waist and turned so Cinderella could tighten it at the back. ‘Have fun with him, no one will ever know. What happens in The Basement is sacred and it’s your hen night after all.’

Cinderella swept aside Rapunzel’s locks and began strapping the corset. She snapped the laces tight and suddenly let out a little giggle. ‘He is rather cute – the complete opposite to Prince Charming – and, after tomorrow, it will only ever be my husband, won’t it?’

Rapunzel gasped as the corset squeezed air from the base of her lungs. ‘Yep, it’ll only ever be him,’ she said breathlessly as she stared down at her breasts spilling over the top. Her flesh looked pale and vulnerable in the stark light, her nipples, petal pink, poked forward semi erect and she could see several lilac veins near the surface of her skin. She reached over her shoulder, lifted several heavy tendrils of hair and rested them over her chest so they hung past her waist and covered her exposed flesh. ‘Every bride should have some fun with a gorgeous stranger on their hen night.’ She turned back to Cinderella. ‘And if it leads to a little bit more, go for it, it’s your last chance.’

‘Rapunzel!’ Cinderella put her hands on her hips. ‘I wouldn’t cheat on Prince Charming.’

‘It’s not cheating on your hen night, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.’ She spotted the perfect pair of thigh-length, patent leather boots and strode barefoot across the room to get them. As she passed a box of panties, she hooked up a black lace thong and slipped it on; she really couldn’t quite bring herself to walk her bare pussy into The Basement.

‘It’s not cheating ... on your hen night?’ Cinderella repeated, mulling over the concept.

‘No, and, rest assured, your Prince will be having fun on his stag do.’

Cinderella’s face gaped in alarm.

‘But he’s a big boy,’ Rapunzel said quickly. ‘So cope with it. If he does find out you hooked up with Prince Tate he won’t mind, in fact he’d probably be disappointed if you
didn’t
make the most of your last night of freedom.’

‘You really think so?’

‘Yeah, sure, you’d hate it if he was having a boring time out with his mates.’ Rapunzel shrugged. ‘Here, help me do the zips on the backs of these boots will you.’

Cinderella suppressed yet another hiccup and then stooped to tug up the silver zips on the ridiculously high boots Rapunzel had dragged on. ‘I just hope he’s not having too good a time, that’s all.’

‘Well, there’s nothing you can do about it except make sure you have the best hen night ever.’

Cinderella whizzed the second zip up Rapunzel’s thigh at lightning speed. ‘Do you know what,’ she said, standing tall. ‘You’re absolutely right, Rapunzel.’

‘Of course I am.’ Rapunzel turned on her precarious heels to face Cinderella. ‘Enjoy yourself, and if you get the chance to arm yourself with a few skills, a bit of experience ready for your wedding night, then go for it.’

‘You think I need to arm myself with skills?’

‘Absolutely, but, obviously I can’t say exactly what, not knowing Prince Charming intimately, but I would imagine a few of the basics wouldn’t go amiss. A man likes a woman who has a few tricks up her sleeve.’

‘How come you always seem so confident when it comes to the bedroom department? You’ve never been married, not like Belle.’

‘Let’s just say it was pretty boring up in that tower and when Nikos came mountaineering up to see me day after day, we were hardly going to hang around for a priest to come bless our union, were we? We just got down to business.’ She paused. ‘So come on, it’s not a crime to have fun and go for what you fancy once in a while. Belle did on her hen night.’

‘Did she?’

‘Yeah, she went wild with the three little pigs, who are actually a pretty hunky trio these days. Have you seen them lately?’

Cinderella shook her head, eyes widening. ‘No.’

‘Yep, that human transformation spell they found has worked wonders for them. She had great fun being adored by all three at the same time, best night of her life she said the next morning.’

Cinderella was thoughtful for a few seconds. ‘Do you know what, Rapunzel?’ She jabbed her hands on her hips. ‘That’s exactly what I’m going to do – be adored – because I do rather fancy Tate.’ She giggled and pressed her fingers to her mouth. ‘I know I shouldn’t, not when I am in love with someone else, but he’s just so ... gorgeously rugged.’ She tilted her chin and her pale green eyes hardened. ‘I’m going to be like you and Belle and Tink and, for once, just indulge in a little of what
I
fancy.’

‘Excellent.’ Rapunzel reached forward and gave Cinderella a hug, thrilled her friend had embraced the idea of sexy fun and was going to be a willing student for Tate. Then she turned to a big, polished mirror, licked her lips and chanted, ‘Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?’

‘Nothing fair about you, Rapunzel,’ the mirror replied in a sharp, female voice. ‘You look like a slut, a whore, a tart, a disgrace. What would your mother say, you little ...’

Rapunzel quickly stepped aside to silence the furious voice.

‘I have never, ever heard a mirror say anything like that before!’ Cinderella exclaimed.

‘Me neither,’ said Rapunzel hiding her shock with a giggle. Cinderella laughed too and they linked arms. ‘But I guess this is going to be a night of many firsts.’

Cinderella smiled broadly. ‘Yeah, I reckon you could be right, come on, let’s get another drink, I’ve decided I rather like that woozy feeling.’

‘You’re not changing your gown?’

‘No, Tate likes this dress. In fact, he asked me if the silk had been sourced from an environmentally-friendly worm farm; such a considerate young man, isn’t he?’

‘Mmm,’ said Rapunzel. ‘He certainly is.’

The girls stepped out of the bright changing room into the subdued light of the corridor. Tate was listening intently to someone on his mobile, but clicked it shut the moment he saw Cinderella. He pocketed the phone and offered her a smile along with his arm. She stopped giggling at once, batted her eyelids and reached out for him. They walked towards the entrance of The Basement, heads tipped, instantly engrossed in another flirtatious exchange.

Beast was leaning against the far side of the corridor, one leg bent with his expensive leather shoe pressed against the wall behind him. His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his black trousers and his heavily hooded eyes were staring, unblinking, from beneath his thick, charcoal fringe.

Rapunzel let her arms drop to her sides, fought down a flush of apprehension and sashayed towards him. She could feel hair parting around her nipples, wafting in the tiny breeze her movements caused. His eyes drifted down her body, from her chest to her toes and then all the way back up again. His expression remained unchanged but he shifted to both feet and pulled his back forward so he loomed above her when she reached him.

‘Do you like this outfit better?’ she asked in a quiet voice.

‘Shh,’ he said sharply.

‘What?’

‘Don’t speak,’

‘But ...’

‘I said, don’t speak, not unless I say you can or I ask you a direct question.’ He reached out and, with the backs of his hands, brushed her hair over her shoulders to expose her breasts entirely. ‘Don’t speak, don’t move, do nothing unless I give you permission.’

He was so big, so physically powerful standing before her and now, if she couldn’t move or speak without his say-so, he had even more control, even more power. While the scenario scared her a little, it thrilled her much, much more.

He licked the tip of his index finger, reached forward and very slowly circled her left nipple. The damp coolness was like an electric shock, her areola puckering instantly and tightening to a hard, needy point. Her breath caught in her throat as he switched to the other nipple and treated it to the same delicious rotation. She swayed towards him, eyelids drooping. She wanted him to touch her all over. She’d thought about this so many times these last months, and now it was so tantalisingly near she was bursting with eagerness.

He let out a small huff of amusement, as if sensing her impatience and pressed the palm of his hand to the delicate hollow of her throat. His long fingers curled around her neck with just enough pressure for Rapunzel to feel her pulse beating against his hot skin. She looked into his eyes and saw a flame growing bright in their depths, a flame she didn’t understand but wanted to ignite further, wanted to be part of.

She hadn’t even been aware he had something in his other hand, but the next thing she knew, a cool circle of hard material slid around the back of her neck until it completely enclosed her throat. She caught the scent of new leather and glimpsed a silver buckle on black material.

‘Hey ...’

‘Don’t speak,’ he said sharply. ‘That’s your last warning. Next time, I gag you.’

Rapunzel swallowed and felt the lump in her throat slide past new leather. He’d put a collar on her, like she was an animal, a slave. She watched as he unwound a short black rope from his pocket and attached the hook onto the front of the collar. He held the other end in his hand, right in front of her face, swinging the end and twitching his brow as if daring her to complain.