The Prince's Defiant Slave, Collection Two (Reluctant Gay BDSM Erotic Romance)
Virgin farm boy Garin’s life changed when he was taken and collared as the sex slave of the notoriously decadent— and beautiful— Prince Alar. At the palace, Garin discovered decadent sex, dangerous intrigue, and devastating passion.
This volume collects “The Prince’s Defiant Slave 3: The Royal Captive” and “The Prince’s Defiant Slave 4: The Arena,” at a discount.
All characters are 18 or older. More
Virgin farm boy Garin’s life changed when he was taken and collared as the slave of the notoriously decadent— and beautiful— Prince Alar. At the palace, Garin discovered decadent sex, dangerous intrigue, and devastating passion.
After the icy prince was badly wounded saving Garin’s life, a new bond developed between them. But Alar and Garin are captured by Alar’s treacherous step-brother, who had usurped the throne. Both men are pushed to their physical and emotional limits when Garin becomes a pawn in the new king’s attempt to break Alar’s will.
After torture, sexual humiliation, and twisted mind games fails to break the arrogant prince, Alar and Garin are forced to fight each other in gladiatorial combat—to the death! Will the bond between the captive prince and his loyal slave be shattered, or will their trials only serve to bring them closer together?
This volume collects “The Prince’s Defiant Slave 3: The Royal Captive” and “The Prince’s Defiant Slave 4: The Arena,” at a discount price.
This sizzling 26,000-word (100 page) tale of reluctant gay BDSM contains gay bondage and domination, gay oral sex, reluctant gay public sex, reluctant first time gay anal sex, hurt-comfort, palace intrigue, a defiant sex slave, and a dangerous yet sensual prince rumored to be the son of a fallen angel!
All characters are 18 or older. Read a steamy excerpt below:
The prince took a step forward, treading softly as cat. “Kneel.”
I instantly dropped to my knees. It was as if his voice had commanded my body before I could even understand it with my mind. My heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out the rush of the river outside.
He put his hand on my head, tracing his fingers through my hair. He had done nothing rough, but I trembled at his touch.
“Would you do anything I ordered?” came the prince’s black velvet voice.
He was toying with a lock of my hair, gently tugging at it. I felt dizzy. “Yes.”
“If I ordered you to blindfold yourself, so you could not even see what I might do to you?”
“If I ordered you to hold out your hands, so I could bind you hand and foot?”
I swallowed; my voice came out sounding choked. “Yes.”
He let go of my hair. “Strip.”
I undressed, fumbling a bit. My hands were shaking. I shoved my clothes aside, and returned to my kneeling position.
“Clasp your hands behind you, over your neck.”
I obeyed. My palms rested against the silver-chased leather of my collar.
Prince Alar stepped behind me. “Keep them there.”
I heard him rummaging in the saddle bags. It was so dark now, without a fire, that he had to be searching by feel. We both might as well be blindfolded. The thought sent a hot shiver of desire through me.
I did not hear him approach. The position he had left me in forced me to keep my back very straight, to maintain my balance. When the noose slipped around my wrists, I was so startled that I nearly pitched forward.