Southern Submission (Southern Submission (A Southern BDSM erotic romance)) by Bellatrix Turner Read Free Book Online

have to let Lisa know you didn’t kill me.”
    A few minutes later,
and several miles away, Lisa’s phone buzzed.  She laughed when she read
the message:  U r right.  He is v dirty!  ;)
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    I’m Bellatrix Turner,
and I live in Northern California with my indulgent husband, two very weird
cats, and one boisterous Labrador.  I love to write, and I hope you enjoy
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    If you liked this
story, be sure to check out some of my other works!  This is an excerpt
from At the Prince’s Pleasure , the story of a young noblewoman
married to a foreign prince.
    My new husband had
stepped back and was eyeing me up and down.  “We will do this, then your
dancing.  Tonight will be better, but I must make you mine now.” 
    He reached for me and I
took an instinctively fearful step backwards.  My knees ran into the bed and
I sat down quite suddenly.  “Eeep!” I squeaked, suddenly afraid.
    The big man stepped
forward and knelt before me.  He flipped my frothy white skirts up,
exposing my legs, and I gasped in shock.  His big hands landed on my knees
and skimmed up the sides of my tightly closed legs and I forgot to
breathe.  His hands were huge and rough with callouses, but his touch was
soft and I felt a strange tingling start deep within my body. 
    He slid his hands back
down the tops of my thighs then slipped his thumbs between my knees. 
“Easy, girl,” he rumbled, as he pressed my legs an inch apart.  Then his
hands stroked up the soft skin of my inner thighs.  I realized I was
clutching the bedsheets, growing more and more lightheaded in the confines of my
corset.  When his thumb stroked across the silk of my panties, I gasped in
the biggest breath possible with a hissing moan. 
    “Yes, good,” he said,
sliding his thumb up and down the silk.  His rough skin caught on the
silk, making crackling noises, and the pressure of it set off crackling
sensations between my legs.  To my great shame, I felt wetness forming
between my inner lips as he continued to stroke me.  He rumbled, a
pleasant sound, when he felt the dampness.  “Yes!” he said, pleased. 
“Take them off?”
    I looked down at the
big man kneeling before me.  A hopeful gleam was in his eye, and I bit my
lip and stood, holding my skirts around my waist.  His fingers hooked in
the seam of my panties and he eased them over the cheeks of my butt.  The
touch of his fingers sent more fire through me and I blushed as my sex got even
wetter.  The white silk fell to the floor and I stepped out of the
undergarments. 
    The prince gently
pushed me back onto the bed again.  I fell back on my elbows, but I
couldn’t even see him for the froth of skirts bunched up around my waist. 
He pinned my knees open with his elbows, then used his fingers to open my sex
up.  I fell back onto the bed, dying of shame yet feeling pulses of
pleasure in my sex. 
    “Pretty pussy,” the man
rumbled.  I flushed even deeper at his words.  “Wet, but you need
more wet,” he continued.  Before I could figure out what he meant, I felt
something hot and moist latch on to my sex.  I shrieked in mingled
surprise and delight as I realized he’d fastened his mouth on me down
there.  His tongue explored between my lips, then crawled upwards above my
hole, to lap against the little nub situated there.  I moaned loudly and
then clapped a hand over my mouth as I remembered the priest outside the
door.  And doubtless Yvette had snuck back into the solar and was
listening outside that door!
    The prince lapped at my sex —
my pussy, he called it — like a cat in the cream.  His tongue licked
up through my hole and over my nub, over and over again, and I felt the
strangest sensation of urgency building in me.  I shoved my fist in my
mouth and bit