The Prince's Pet by Cerys du Lys
(A BDSM Erotic Romantic Comedy, Part 1)

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(A Cerys du Lys BDSM erotic romantic comedy novelette)

Prince Roland needs a pet (because apparently everyone has one). Elizabeth wants to escape Rosedale (because it's dreadfully dull).

When Roland claims Elizabeth as his pet, she has no idea what he means. Neither, it seems, does he.

Is this her dream come true? Maybe. The "pet" thing is strange, but she thinks she can work with it. Why does Roland keep asking her if she'll do such strange things, though?

A slightly off, billionaire Prince and an intelligent, street-savvy, entrepreneurial peasant woman. Neither of them belongs in each other's world, which might be the exact reason why they're perfect for one another.

Or not? No one can ever really tell with these things, right?

*EXCERPT*

He was sweating. Elizabeth made certain to note this small fact, because it was quite the arousing sight. Roland stood there, naked, a shine of sweat making his body glow in the strong light of the fire. She caught herself staring at him. Then, she had an idea.

"We have to stay until the outfit's burnt, right?"

"What outfit?" he asked, panicking again.

"I mean, we're going to stay to enjoy this fire, right?"

"Yes... that's it. What a lovely fire it is, isn't it?"

Elizabeth grinned. "I like your bearskin rug, too." Not quite a center point of the room, considering everything else was rich and lavish, the bearskin rug lay in front of the fireplace.

"It is nice. I go hunting sometimes. I've never killed a bear, but I traded with a hunter for this. I think it adds good ambiance to the room."

"It really does," Elizabeth said. She undid the buttons on her shirt. "I wish I could admire it more, but I'm so dreadfully hot."

"Maybe if I open a window?" Roland asked. He ran to the closest window, tied back the curtains, and let in the breeze. "Is that better?"

By the time he finished, Elizabeth had managed to kick off her shoes, remove her corset and blouse, and shimmy out of her skirt. When he looked back, she was pulling her panties down her slim legs and peeling down her stockings.

"Elizabeth!" Roland shouted, then in a whisper he added, "Leave the stockings."

(This scintillating BDSM erotic romance novelette of love and desire, lust and attraction, playfulness, pleasantry, and passion is ~8,500 words in length)
 

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Published February 18, 2013 42 pages
Genres: History, Romance, Humor & Entertainment, Literature & Fiction. Fiction

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