Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Author: April Vine
eBook Price: $4.95
Length: 75,900 Words
“Are you trying to kiss your way out of your punishment? Part your thighs for me, give me your sweet pussy, and you think I will forgive your offense? Did you think I would forget?”
Seduce—she liked that word.
“Yes. Am I succeeding?” she asked softly, so close to coming again. He growled then without disconnecting his hand from between her legs, he rose and twisted her arm behind her back. But not so much that it hurt.
For an answer on whether she was succeeding or not, she received two fingers, scissoring in and out of her into her pussy, taking her so close to coming, and a sound slap on her backside.
“No. You will still need to be spanked for your offense,” he said softly and his cock twitched against her.
“Yes, my lord,” she said obediently, barely able to hide the dizzying breathlessness of what getting a spanking did to her. Her body glowed, her nerves prepared themselves. But first she had to come…
“And you think coming right now, over my fingers is a privilege entitled to you?” He wrapped his hand around her throat as his fingers did wicked, sinful things to her center, faster, rougher. Her body quivered by the force of his hand between her thighs. His words came back to her, the dark ways he wanted to take her and spasms erupted from her center. Was this the time? She couldn’t restrain herself. It wasn’t about the kind of happy pleasure he gave her before. There was something even more powerful of the way he touched her now. As if she had earned his ownership. Nothing would make her glow more than that thought.
“No, my lord,” she said struggling to not give in to her body, which took his pleasure so freely before. She steeled herself not to come, but his fingers were ruthless inside and when his thumb brushed her clit, her eyes teared from holding on. But cruelly, he removed his fingers from her and left her quivering and shaking, a soft sheen of perspiration shining from her skin.
“Are you mine?” He tightened his hold on her throat and with the hand that he had between her legs, he trailed her wetness still glistening from his fingers over her nipple, down her hip. Nothing he did, did her pussy any favors except to make it clench emptily, hungrily. If only he made her come, she would be well now. But she answered only to him now.
“Entirely,” she whimpered.