by Wild, Callie
I am not damned, I am enchanted!
And I shall remain enchanted for many years to come. You shall not cheat me of my destiny, Aaron of Outer Kartolia!
Oh Goddess, the castle was angry. Now there was a chance they were both going to die and it was all her fault. If only she hadn’t added the addendum to the spell. But she hadn’t expected Aaron to come to her rescue. He didn’t want to marry her, not really.
He doesn’t want to marry you. And even if he did, he isn’t a prince!
You are a king, sir, not a prince, and are therefore ineligible to break the spell.
“I had Johann crowned king three days ago. I am only a prince, at least until I return to the castle with my bride.” Aaron pulled her to him with one arm, clinging to the massive oak headboard with the other to keep them from tumbling off the opposite end. “Now, Calliope, will you please accept my proposal so we can put an end to this mess?”
He sounded irritated, was covered in sweat from whatever battle he’d fought to get to her side, and looked like he would rather take a sledgehammer to the castle walls than kiss her.
Needless to say, this was not how she’d dreamed of being proposed to.
“Put an end to this mess?” she repeated with a frown. “Is that the only reason you’re here? If so, you shouldn’t have bothered. I have no wish to marry—”
You see there, she has no wish to marry. Now get out of here before I—
“I have no wish to marry for any reason but love,” Calliope broke in, raising her voice to be heard over the castle’s wailing and rumbling. “I love you, Aaron. I loved you even after the spell between us was broken. But I can’t promise my life to someone who doesn’t feel the same way.”
“I love you too, woman!” he shouted.
“Then why are you yelling at me?” She felt near tears and as the bed rattled and shook, she considered letting go of Aaron’s neck and sliding away. That would show him how little she appreciated this angry, frustrated proposal.
If the stones at the foot of the bed hadn’t chosen that moment to crumble away, leaving a massive hole on that side of the tower, she might have had the gumption to follow through with the impulse.
“Calliope,” Aaron said, the effort it took to gentle his voice abundantly obvious. “I knew the moment you spelled me and slid down that rope that I loved you. I would have come to save you immediately if I didn’t have to deal with the business of making Johann ruling sovereign. And then Henri mounted an insurrection and I had to throw him in the dungeon. But at no time during any of that did I stop loving you or counting the minutes until I would be back by your side.”
“Really? What do you love about me?” Calliope asked, ignoring the crash as more of the tower crumbled around them.
One entire wall was now gone and it wouldn’t be long before the structure would prove unsound, but she couldn’t bring herself to worry about that until she had her answer.
“I love your sweetness,” he said, his eyes softening. “I love your bravery in the face of illness and adversity. I love the way you smile at me and the way you touch me when we’re making love. I love hearing you talk and watching you walk along tree limbs and just sitting together and watching the sun set over the—”
The bed bucked until it was nearly vertical. Calliope screamed and Aaron’s arm tightened around her waist, but they were both hanging from his one arm now, and there was no telling how much longer he could hold on.
Good thing he had been sufficiently convincing.
“Yes, Aaron!” she shouted, clinging to his neck. “Yes, I will marry you.”
No! No, creator! You tricked me. Tricks, your wicked tricks…
The voice of the castle faded away and the earth settled, sending the bed crashing back to the ground. Aaron and Calliope grunted as they bounced back onto the mattress then sat in silence for a moment, watching dust float through the suddenly still air.
“I didn’t trick her,” Calliope huffed. “I told her when I agreed to take Rosamund’s place that I was including a way to break the spell. Nothing tricky about that.” She turned to look at Aaron, grinning when she saw the smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?”
“You. I love you.” He bent and kissed her, softly, but Calliope felt the emotion in the kiss all the way down to her toes.
She sighed happily. “You do love me, don’t you?”
“I do. Good thing, since we’re going to be married.” His hands were already wandering under the nightdress the castle had dressed her in while she slept, sliding up the inside of her thigh in a way that made her tremble.
“Yes, a very good thing,” she mumbled against his lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking against hers with the same skill that his fingers used to tease through her swollen folds.
“You’re already wet.” He dipped a thick finger inside her, just once, making her groan in response.
“I was dreaming about you.”
“A naughty dream?” His hands pushed her nightdress up to reveal her breasts, his fingers teasing the tightened buds of her nipples before he dropped his head to capture one nub in his mouth.
“Absolutely,” she moaned, twining her fingers through his hair and arching into the skillful swirls of his tongue. “I believe you were taking me from behind, while you pulled my braid and said terribly naughty things.”
“Really?” He pulled away from her breast, a surprised, but fevered, look in his eyes.
“Really,” she said as she tugged at the closure of his pants, freeing his cock. “I think you might have also swatted my bottom once or twice,”
“Did you like that? When I swatted your bottom?” He shoved his pants to the ground and ripped his shirt over his head before rolling on top of her, capturing her wrists and pinning her arms above her head. He kneed her thighs apart and she eagerly accommodated his hips between her legs.
“I’m not sure, but I’d been a very bad fairy and I think I deserved—” She broke off with a cry as he guided his burning length inside of her. “Oh Goddess, yes, Aaron, I want all of you.”
He pushed the last of his thickness into her channel and she wrapped her legs around him and held tight, knowing she had never felt more perfectly complete than she did at this moment. He was hers, this man, hers forever, and nothing could make her happier.
“I love you so much,” he said, staring down at her with a tenderness that made her eyes sting. “I would slay a hundred beasts to be able to end the day in your arms.”
“And I would sleep a hundred years in wait for you, but I’m glad it didn’t take that long.” She smoothed a hand down his face as she urged his lips down to hers.
Their tongues tangled as he began to thrust inside her, their coming together a lingering, sensuous mating that built the fire inside her to a delicious burn. Just as the sun began to set through the missing stones of the tower, casting their bed in ruby light, Calliope came with a delicious sizzle she felt from her head to her toes. Aaron joined her moments later, his thick cock pulsing as he lost himself inside of her.
Calliope watched his features twist with a primal delight she would never tire of witnessing and the joy inside her bubbled a little higher.
“And I suppose you’ll want an heir,” she said, holding him close as they caught their breath after. “Even if he or she might be a little crazy like their mom?”
“Yes I do and you aren’t even a little crazy. Except that you agreed to marry a man who is so clearly unworthy of you.” Aaron propped himself up on his arms and kissed her before pulling back to look at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “But I will try to prove myself worthy of your trust. And your love.”
Calliope’s chest filled until she feared it would burst. She had never felt so cared for, not one day in her entire life. “You are worthy. I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how worthy you are.”
“You too, sweet.” Then he kissed her again, and soon they were making love a second time.
And it was lovely, as lovely as any fairy story she had ever read.
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Callie Wild spent her childhood devouring fairy tales and her teen years soaking in a powerful marinade of historical bodice rippers and 1980s time travel romances. She finished her first book at age ten, a friends to lovers story featuring too much kissing—at least according to the English teacher who called her mother in for an after school conference—and has been writing ever since. She loves stories that are hot, fast-paced, sexy, steamy, sweet, and a little silly and is so excited to share her Kinky Adult Fairy Tales with readers.
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DOMINATED: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale
Bedding the Bad Girl Book Four
She has the whip, but he’ll be doing the spanking…
Eleanor is the mistress of a swanky BDSM parlor in Kingdom City, but secretly prefers love from the submissive side of the fence. When Frank, a member of the Royal Guard, calls her bluff, she can’t help but melt in his big, Dominant arms.
Frank is under cover to protect Eleanor from a stalker terrorizing the city, but soon finds himself wishing that one night of pretend could become a lifetime of Kinky Ever After. Can he keep her safe long enough to claim her as his own?
A sexy, BDSM-flavored, stand-alone continuation of the Cinderella story. No Cliffhanger.
DOMINATED by Callie Wild
“Down on your belly!” Eleanor demanded, snapping her whip with a practiced flick of the wrist and doing her best to pretend she wasn’t way out of her league.
“Make me.” The man who knelt before her whispered the words, but that didn’t make them any less menacing. Even at a low volume his voice was daunting. It smoothed over her skin and made her shiver.
The voice alone would have been enough to make Eleanor sweat this job, even if the rest of this guy weren’t completely intimidating. Which it was, every enormous inch, from his bald head to the tips of his toes. Sweat rolled off his bare shoulders—his broad, muscled, dominant-looking shoulders. His were deltoids that never should have seen the inside of a BDSM club, at least not from the submissive side of the fence. He looked powerful enough to pick her up and snap her spine like a twig, and mean enough to enjoy it.
Eleanor swallowed and tried to remember that domination was at least seventy-five percent mental.
Too bad something about this man made her mind feel about as wimpy as her decidedly un-buff biceps.
Pull yourself together, woman, and give the man what he came for. You’re The Wicked Stepmother. Start acting like it.
“Don’t cross me, slave.” Each word was a warning to her submissive: he would abandon control now, or spend eternity suffering her wrath.
Or at least the next fifty minutes. He had paid for the hour, and Eleanor didn’t believe in cheating her customers. She might be The Wicked Stepmother, but she had a business to run, and a business didn’t thrive on unsatisfied clients.
Still, she wished she could let this one go, simply send him on his merry way without a spanking or nipple torture or a hot wax treatment or whatever else he’d had in mind.
God, she was sick of all of it, every last bit of kink, and even sicker of the whiny, clingy men who made use of her unique services. Still, the man in front of her had her wishing for the usual obedient, boot-licking client. She was a dominatrix by necessity, not by calling, and had never felt like more of a fraud than she did tonight.
“I’d rather not,” Baldy said in that voice that dared her to show him what she was made of.
“Less back talk, more groveling!” There, that had sounded intimidating.
“Groveling?” He grunted then, just once, and a smile quirked at the edges of his full mouth.
What was that grunt supposed to mean? And the smile?
What was she going to do with this man, this giant who seemed to see through her façade like a pair of see-through panties? From the second he’d entered the room he’d assessed her and found her lacking. It was as if he could sense her fear.
Even worse, those blue eyes that roved brazenly over her body seemed to recognize that he affected her in other, more…primal ways.
Her nipples tightened under his gaze, and her breath grew shallow.
She bit her lip. She wasn’t aroused by this man, she couldn’t be, wouldn’t be. She did not feel a tightening low in her belly, and her panties weren’t suspiciously damp.
“So what happens when you don’t get your way?” His gaze flicked from her breasts to her eyes and back to her breasts with an air of carless entitlement.
Damn.
Who was she kidding? She hadn’t been this hot for a man in longer than she could remember. Her sex-starved body was screaming for satisfaction, preferably from this man’s thick cock.
“On your belly. Last chance,” Eleanor said, willing her voice to stop quivering, and her thighs as well.
She wasn’t a trembling virgin, for God’s sake. Her thighs hadn’t quivered for over a decade. It was embarrassing.
And completely exciting.
She’d never felt the urge to play the submissive role before, but she couldn’t deny the thought of this stranger overpowering her aroused as much as it alarmed. What would it be like to have those large, calloused hands on her body, demanding that she bend to his will or suffer the erotic consequences?
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