Little Princess

Arabella Kinglsey

Description

The young, handsome and wealthy present day Scottish 14th Duke of Macgrory, Marshal Blackwood falls in love with his European business manager's fragile wife during a two month stay with the couple. He discovers her husband beats her, gambles and is in severe debt. In his last poker game he lost the house and his wife to a violent London crime gang leader as though she were a possession for sale. The Duke finds himself fiercely protective of Angelica who naively does not believe what her husband has done and decides to stand by him. Marshal takes matters in to his own hands by kidnapping Angelica and keeping her locked away for the sake of her safety in his family seat, Lochabar Castle in Scotland.

Angelica finds her kidnapper to be very paternal and determined in regressing her back to being a child so he can ascertain what it is in her past that keeps her loyal to her abusive husband. Referring to her as his little princess, Angelica finds herself having to call him Daddy in an age-play role. Angelica is confused when she finds herself taking a liking to the role she is made to play, and the warm reassurance Marshal's paternal protection affords her.

But when he probes deep into her violent past, she is at pains to hide it. This prompts Marshal to administer a series of hard bare bottom spankings and then to diaper her sore bottom. He also ensures she receives an intimate medical examination in front of him because she refuses to eat. Angelica quickly learns the younger man she is helplessly falling for means to wield his sexy dominant aristocratic power over her to keep her safe from the crime gang leader who hunts her and her own destructive tendencies. There is no choice but to surrender and become his little princess unconditionally.

Publisher's Note: This rerelease is a fantasy age play and medical play spanking romance. If this content offends you, please do not buy this book.

Sujets

• Sexy
• Hardcore
• Bondage
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme
• Suspense
• Scotland
• Taboo
• Dominant
• Crime
• Régression
• Kidnapped
• Castle
• Infantilisme
• Tower
• BDSM
• Spanking
• Ageplay
• Power exchange
• Royalty
• Alpha (ethology)
• Caught
• Princess
• Kept
• Deference
• KinK
• Aristocrat
• Paraphilic infantilism
• Take Charge
• Contemporary romance
• Rags to riches
• Traditional marriage
• Rich Man
• Test (assessment)
• Escocia
• Juegos de edad

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 05 août 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781627503754
• Langue: English

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Little Princess


Arabella Kingsley
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Arabella Kingsley
Little Princess


eBook ISBN: 978-1-62750-3754
v2


Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design
This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.
Contents



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9


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Chapter 1

M arshal Blackwood, the handsome dark-haired 14th Duke of Macgrory, Scotland, caught the gaze of his European business manager’s beautiful, intelligent wife and held it captive. With her long, blonde hair curling seductively around her neck and over her shoulders, stretching to her tantalising low-cut pink dress, she looked just like a sugar princess. Briefly, he wondered if she could see the mirror image of his thoughts through his blue eyes -- that of her bare-bottomed over his knee, her princess hair brushing against his legs and feet as she received the spanking of her life in front of everyone in the restaurant in which they now sat.
Angelica Walker was a talented and successful mystery author, who was clearly worth more than her lack-luster husband sitting next to her pretty little backside. Even though Nigel Walker was paid one hell of a salary by Marshal’s international communications company, his delectable wife was internationally renowned for her novels, many of them made into films. Her fortune would be enough to rival Marshal’s own. Her beauty would ensure she could have any man she desired, yet she remained married to a man who cheated on her and verbally abused her.
Despite her admirable effort to ignore her husband’s nasty insults, Marshal could still see how much they hurt her feelings. Why did she stay with Nigel Walker? Was it out of fear or habit? The man obviously held some control over the woman the way she bowed and cooed around him. It was sickening. All Marshal wanted to do was to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of the restaurant and Nigel’s life.
A titled, fierce, extremely wealthy (and some said ruthless) businessman, Marshal Blackwood had once felt the same way about a woman in similar circumstances. His failure to help her free herself from her situation ended in her murder at the hands of her husband. And there was no way in hell he was going to let that happen to Angelica.
Angelica’s coyness was attractive yet he could sense the heart of a tigress and a fiery desire to be tamed. But her constant self-defeating nature, the way she cowered when Nigel was around and her willingness to bend to her husband’s emotional blackmail and control, made Marshal ache to spank the beautiful princess’s bottom soundly and then cuddle her like a child. She was a child in his eyes, a bruised one in need of nurturing and guidance. The woman aroused every protective instinct he possessed. Marshal wanted her free from her ties to Nigel Walker and bound to him.
Marshal was staying with the Walkers while he conducted business in London, and tonight was their last night together. Marshal intended to take action. He’d confronted Angelica, offered her help, but she had declined, making excuses for her husband, who had called her a bitch and a whore, an idiot and a slut, just barely out of Marshal’s hearing.
He was stressed. It was her fault for riling him.
It was more than clear that it wasn’t the first time Nigel had used words to batter her self-esteem. She’d pleaded and almost begged Marshal not to confront Nigel.
He wasn’t a bad man.
Marshal had fought hard to contain his temper and not rebuke her strongly for her misguided guilt and loyalty to her pig of a husband.
Just let me go a couple of rounds with him.
But he’d been polite and refrained from making any more comment on the situation when she had become agitated and a little short, deciding he would need to handle it another way.
Marshal took another gulp of his Irish coffee and studied Angelica again, ruminating on the ethics of kidnapping the woman and forcing her to accept his protection. She glanced back at him nervously, her sapphire eyes betraying her attraction to him just as they had done for the past month.
You really don’t know about your husband and what he has done to you. It is going to hurt when I tell you just what a bastard your husband really is and how he has put your life at risk. How long are you going to keep your denial going?
A little research into Nigel Walker’s private affairs had been enlightening. The man was nearly bankrupt and had been stealing money from his wife’s accounts by bribing her accountant. Her personal funds were low. The man was a gambler and a bad one. He also took drugs and used prostitutes. There had been talk of a hushed-up rape in his youth. Nigel Walker came from a mother who was a prominent politician, and it would have been easy to bribe the girl and her family. Now, Nigel had reneged on a loan to the leader of a criminal gang and the price had risen to handing over the Walkers’ home and Angelica, who would be forced into the role of a sexual slave. Nigel disgusted Marshal more than any man he’d met.
Once again, an image of carrying Angelica to safety before turning her over his knee and applying discipline to her bare bottom in the cloakroom for not realising the reality of her marriage crept into his mind. But his research had provided Marshal with an alternative method of ensuring she remained free of her husband and the criminal gang leader. It was also a way of ushering her into his protective arms and his life. Before the night was out, his little Princess Angelica would indeed be over his knees with her cute behind receiving a hard spanking from his firm hand.
“I have enjoyed staying with you both these last two months,” Marshal began in a clear voice, which held a hint of his Scottish roots in his pronunciation. He put his coffee down.
Nigel slipped his arm around Angelica’s shoulders. Marshal could see her body tense and the smile on her face was shaky and false. There was fear in her eyes, which made Marshal’s body tense in response. She looked at him intently, her eyes glassy and begging him to say nothing. She was afraid of the man, and with good reason, yet she wouldn’t allow Marshal to help her. He heard himself take a deep breath to still his rising emotions.
“We both enjoyed having you stay,” the man gushed with a false smile. There was a glint and slightly wild look in his eyes, and his constant fidgeting with the bottom edge of his wine glass and napkin all night made Marshal think he was on something. Then there was the look in his eyes telling Marshal he knew very well that he desired his wife. Nigel kept his arm around her shoulder as he gave her cheek a sudden amused kiss.
Bastard.
“Good. But I didn’t just ask you both to dinner to say thank you for being such wonderful hosts. I want to offer you a proposal.”
Nigel’s eyes widened. He let go of Angelica’s shoulders, and Marshal felt himself relax a little more again. He glanced quickly at Angelica. She also appeared relieved that Nigel had let go and was moving her body again from the closeness he had forced her to keep in his surprise embrace. She ran a shaky hand through her hair and smiled up at him. There it was. That look in her eyes telling him she was more than attracted to him. A surge of triumph coursed through Marshal. She was helpless in his net, just the way he’d planned.
“Nigel, I know you have been stealing from the company and your wife with the help of her accountant to pay your debts because you are just about bankrupt.”
“What?” Nigel was laughing and reaching for his glass of red quickly. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Marshal shook his head. Angelica shifted uneasily in her seat and stared at him, but she said nothing.
“Let me finish. I also know the reason for this is because you gamble, and you’re not very good at it. But worst of all I know you beat your wife, and about the prostitutes you use. You take drugs and owe some dangerous people a lot of money you can’t pay. But still you gamble with what little money and assets you have left to the point you have lost your house, your wife and conjugal rights to her,” Marshal said calmly, dark menace and anger heavy in his tone. “I can’t believe you sold your wife, you son of a bitch,” he said, struggling to keep his temper at a manageable level.
Nigel stood up quickly, denying everything, calling him every name under the sun, and drawing attention to them all. Marshal saw Angelica lower her beautiful haunted sapphire eyes to the table and shake her head. She said nothing. She put her face in her hands.
“Sit down and for once in your life stop lying. I know Jake Elliot and his men are coming to claim their debt tonight. I suspect they will have already taken your home, and I know Elliot is coming