Punishing Rapunzel (Dark BDSM Fairy Tales Erotica) (Twisted Tales Book 4)

“I will free you, but you must obey my every command”

When Prince Sabastian comes through Rapunzel’s window, she believes she is to be free of her imprisonment and the enchantress who has held her prisoner for so long. But the Prince requires payment first, payment of a very specific, sexual nature.

Rapunzel is naïve to the ways of men and the world. She’s never even laid eyes on a male organ. Bound to her bed by her own hair, by sunrise she will learn not only of the Prince’s dark desires, but his quest to both humiliate and dominate her completely. Will she finally find freedom, or be cast once more into a life of cruel captivity?

Please note: This dark retelling of Rapunzel contains themes of strong bondage, slavery, autoerotic asphyxiation, spanking, A2M and more. It is strictly for fans of hardcore erotica only.

From the top 100, best-selling author of the controversial Cruel Devices series, J D Cirque.

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All characters over 18.

EXCERPT
“Prince, have you come to rescue me?”
My ____ stiffens further, painfully so. “That is up to you, my dear, for my services come at a price.”
“A price?”
“One night, here, to do with you as I wish. You will obey my every command. If you do, I shall free you from this enslavement.”
She is swift to answer. “Yes, I will obey you, my Prince, in exchange for my freedom.”
I smile, so many thoughts and fantasies rushing through my mind. I think of the strange texts Father had brought back from the East, bodies bent into strange positions and obtuse instruments of pleasure. What will suffice for this most innocent of creatures?
“What do wish of me, Prince?”
Rapunzel wears a dress cut low. Her breasts strain in their confinement. Just like her body, they beg to be freed.
I approach her. “From now on you shall call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.” She is a quick learner.
I come behind her back, sweeping her hair away and untying her dress slowly until it falls to the floor in a heap. She is naked underneath, perfect. Firm breasts rest upon olive skin, a nest of spun gold marking her pubis and the plump valley of pleasure in wait below.