The Prince’s Defiant Slave (Gay First Time Reluctant BDSM Erotic Romance)
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Virgin farm boy Garin is shocked when the notorious Prince Alar rides into his village, seeking a new slave...
This sizzling 10,000-word tale of gay BDSM contains a gay first time, whipping, collaring, bondage, hurt-comfort, a defiant virgin farm boy, and a dangerous yet sensual prince rumored to be the son of a fallen angel!
All characters are 18 or older. Read the entire series! More
Virgin farm boy Garin is shocked when the notorious Prince Alar rides into his village. The arrogant and beautiful crown prince requests that the young men aged eighteen and over strip naked and line up for his inspection… so he can select one as his new slave!
Garin is angry and humiliated, but also shamefully aroused. When Prince Alar seems intrigued by Garin’s younger brother, Garin volunteers to be taken instead. While the entire village watches, the prince takes him then and there!
Prince Alar has Garin oiled, collared, and taken to the palace. There he is instructed in the mingling of pain and pleasure. But not even that prepares Garin for the dangerous intrigue, decadent sex, and unexpected passion he will encounter as the prince’s own slave.
This sizzling 10,000-word tale of gay BDSM contains a gay first time, whipping, collaring, bondage, hurt-comfort, palace intrigue, a defiant virgin farm boy, and a dangerous yet sensual prince rumored to be the son of a fallen angel!
"The Prince's Defiant Slave" is a six-book series. Read the other books, individually or in discounted collections, by searching for "The Prince's Defiant Slave."
All characters are 18 or older. Read a steamy excerpt below:
“What have we here? A farm boy defying a royal herald?”
The voice was soft yet commanding, threatening but with sensual overtones, as if it conveyed some dark yet delicious promise. A memory came into my mind, of when I was a little boy who had accompanied my parents to the market, and my fingers had accidentally brushed against a man’s black velvet cloak.
I looked up…
…into the face of Prince Alar himself.
I had never seen him before, but it could be no one else. He was clad in black from head to toe, from embroidered jerkin to silk gloves to polished riding boots. A gold-hilted sword hung at his belt. He wore the infamous crown which he was said to have designed himself, a cruel-looking golden circlet whose sharp points rose into hooked thorns.
But even without the crown, I would have known him. No one else in the kingdom could have had hair so impossibly black that it seemed to drink down the sunlight, nor skin so white that it was near-translucent. The prince’s eyes were black as his hair, so dark that I could not discern the pupils from the irises. His features were delicate yet strong, like the blade of an oft-sharpened knife.
I stumbled a step backward.
The corners of Prince Alar’s lips curved in amusement. “Let us proceed with the inspection.”
“You heard his highness,” called the herald. “Strip!”