Cinderella And Prince Dom
Cinderella & Prince Dom
by
Sydney St. Claire
Book One
Once Upon a Dom
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Cinderella & Prince Dom
COPYRIGHT © 2014 by Sydney St. Claire
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2014
Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-551-7
Once Upon A Dom
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To my power-hour writing buddies, Chris, Cheryl, Karen, Kathie & Sheila. We've powered through many hours of writing and have lots to show for it. Here's to many, many more power-hours and racking up those word counts!
Chapter One
“Why do I have to be Cinderella?” Jaimie Newberry stared at herself in the mirror. Her dress was a plain white button-up top with sleeves that ended at the elbows in ragged points and an attached muddy-brown skirt. She swished her hips, pleased at least with the feminine layers of handkerchief ruffles that cleverly gave the appearance of rags hanging in tatters.
“’Cause you’re blond, blue-eyed, and innocent.”
Jaimie wrinkled her nose at her best friend. “Innocent? I don’t think so.”
Sitting on the bed, legs crossed and showing lots of thigh, Lucy leaned back on her hands and grinned. “Come on, Jaimie, you know you are.”
“Just because I’m not into whips and bondage doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes on. I’ve had my share of boyfriends.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “You, my dear friend, are as vanilla as they come.”
“Which is your way of saying I’m boring.” Unlike Lucy, with her jet-black hair, laughing brown eyes that tipped up just a bit at the corners, and smooth, honey complexion. The woman reminded her of an exotic princess.
“Not you, but the guys you end up with? Borrrring! Like Mike.”
“Let’s not talk about
The Jerk
.” Jaimie mentally sighed. Lucy had a point. Mike had been a total bore, especially in the bedroom, caring only about his own needs. She couldn’t count the number of times he’d finished his rutting—and there was no other way to put it—then fallen off her and gone to sleep, leaving her totally unsatisfied. Hell, the jerk never got her even close to an orgasm. He’d left her cold, cold, cold.
Jaimie frowned at the contents of her travel bag, which held one casual outfit to wear home on Sunday. Her cheeks flamed as she stared at her pile of sexy underwear. Lucy insisted she needed new and sexy. Jaimie had enjoyed picking out the bits of silk and lace that were totally impractical.
She shouldn’t have splurged though, not without a job and no prospects in sight. Sighing, she consulted her list of what to bring. It was very specific and included instructions not to bring any toiletries, that everything would be provided. She shook her head and glanced at Lucy. “Are you sure this is all I need to pack?”
“Yep, your clothes are included in the package. Most people there don’t want scented lotions—the emphasis is on natural.” She wagged her brows. “You know the primitive scent of hot sex.”
“Great. I’m going to be around people who smell of sweat and sex.” That didn’t sound at all romantic.
Lucy leaned over and peeked into Jaimie’s bag and shook her head. “Bet you won’t need those…”
“Those what?” She frowned when Lucy held up one of her new thongs. “Geez, Luc, not going to be on my back the entire time!” Her cheeks flamed.
Laughing wickedly, Lucy stood. “No. On your knees, standing, and who knows what other positions.” She flounced her skirt up and checked out her bare ass in the full-length mirror. “My partner sent a note. No panties.”
Jaimie lifted a brow. “Lucy!”
Lucy sank back on the bed. “God, three days of sex with my wolf.”
“I really don’t know if this is going to work for me.”
Giggling, Lucy shook her head. “You’re going to have a wonderful time. You’ll meet the prince of your heart, and he’ll swoop you off your feet and carry you away on his big, white horse.”
“Ha! The way my luck’s running, I’ll be paired with some old, balding guy with a beer belly.” Jaimie tossed her pillow at her best friend who’d left the bed and was hogging the full-length mirror as she preened and adjust her cherry-red cloak. “At least you get to be Little Red Riding Hood.”
“Yeah, and I get to spend the weekend with a big, bad wolf.”
Jaimie grinned. “Maybe you’ll get stuck with Granny.”
The pillow flew right back at Jaimie. “Nope. Remember those questionnaires we filled out?”
“No.
I
didn’t fill one out. You filled out mine. You never told me what kind of questions they asked.”
Lucy shrugged. “Don’t remember.”
“Liar.”
“Hey, this is going to be the best birthday present you’ve ever gotten. A weekend in a castle! Well, it’s a huge mansion, but while we are there, it’s our castle.”
Jaimie picked up her invitation, once again marveling over the thick, creamy parchment with glittering gold lettering. She ran her finger over the logo, an embossed castle in metallic blue. Beneath the castle were the words
Kingdom of Dom
.
“Lucy, I know you get paid big bucks, but this trip must have cost a ton.”
Grinning, her friend just shrugged. “I really didn’t have to pay anything. I just submitted your name.”
“But who paid for our costumes.” Her dress might look like an old pile of rags sewn together, but she recognized quality fabric and the design skill that went into her dress.
“The man you’re going to be with. All the Do—er, men pay for their partners.”
“He must be rich.”
“They all are, sweetie.” Lucy peered out the window. “Wish that limo would hurry up and get here.”
“I don’t know about this, Lucy.” Jaimie had misgivings about the forthcoming weekend—lots of them.
“Come on, Jaimie. Relax. When is the last time you’ve been waited on, eaten gourmet meals, and had mind-blowing sex for an entire weekend?”
Never
. Jaimie sighed. “Considering I’m living on hot dogs and Top Ramen at the moment, the food sounds good.”
“Don’t forget the sex.”
“With a stranger.” She was horribly nervous about that, though Lucy assured her that she would have one partner for the weekend of role-playing, not an orgy. Maybe having someone treating her like a princess wouldn’t be too bad. Hell, her life at the moment mirrored Cinderella’s, sans the ugly stepsisters and stepmother. She had no job, was poor as a pauper, especially after buying enough sexy underwear for an entire week, and had certainly been trodden upon. Damn, if she didn’t find a job soon, she’d be out on the street.
Her gaze fell on the cat scratching post in the corner. At least if she were homeless, she wouldn’t have to worry about Snowball. At sixteen, her companion since childhood had died two weeks ago. She sighed again. What else could go wrong? “I should be looking for a job. If I don’t find something fast, I’m going to show up on your doorstep.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll work out. And hey, you don’t have any interviews lined up for today or tomorrow so treat yourself to a fun weekend.
“Maybe you’re right. I need a nice relaxing weekend. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet my fairy godmother.” She shoved her invitation into the cavernous pocket of Lucy’s cast-off Louis Vuitton handbag then paced. The skirt fluttered around her thighs. She was ready for whatever the weekend had in store for her.
“You’re going to have the best time. The owner hosts different role-playing parties. The fairy tale theme is one of the most popular.” She giggled. “I’m always Little Red Riding Hood.”
Jaimie shut off the lights. Lucy was a lot more adventurous in her sex life. “So who is Dom? I assumed from the logo that it’s his mansion or rather kingdom we’re going to.”
Lucy, taking a sip from her water bottle, choked. Her eyes watered, and she burst into uncontrollable laughter.
“You all right?” Jaimie frowned.
“God, Jaimie. You’re too much. Come on, let’s go downstairs to wait. The limo is going to be here any minute. Can’t keep
Dom
waiting.”
Three hours later, the limo pulled up in front of a huge mansion. The driver opened Jaimie’s door, and she stepped out and admired the way the honey colored bricks gave the building an old-world look. The windows reflected the afternoon light, making the mansion sparkle and shine. Her gaze traveled up, and she gasped. “Turrets,” she whispered. Each with a blue and gold pennant-shaped flag flying from a pole at the top. “Wow.”
“Come on.” Lucy hooked her arm in Jaimie’s.
“What about our bags?”
“They’ll be delivered, miss.” The chauffeur bowed and motioned for them toward the steps that led to wide, double doors.
When she reached the door, Jaimie noted a small plaque. Pleasure Manor. Again, she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach as the door was opened by a butler. She turned, but the limo was heading back up the driveway. Taking a deep breath, she followed Lucy inside the mansion.
“Miss Sanchez, nice to see you again.”
“Hastings. Always nice to see you.”
The butler turned to Jaimie. “This must be Miss Newberry. Welcome to Pleasure Manor.”
“Thank you.”
“Your paperwork?” He held out his hand.
Jaimie dug her envelope out of her bag and handed it over. She’d found it both strange yet comforting knowing that all participants were required to get blood work done to be sure no one had any communal diseases. She’d also been required to sign a nondisclosure form. She shrugged mentally, remembering how she’d told Lucy they should have T-shirts that read
What happened at the castle, stayed at the castle.
The butler took their sealed envelopes, then motioned to a woman in a maid’s uniform. She shuffled forward with a silver platter of masks artfully arranged in neat rows. Hastings picked up a red and black mask and handed it to Lucy, then gave Jaimie a blue mask, covered in silver and blue sequins.
Lucy smiled at Jaimie. “When we gather as a group, we are required to wear a mask.”
Hastings nodded, then gestured for them to follow a second maid. “Stella will show you to the receiving parlor.”
Jaimie adjusted her mask. It covered only her eyes and was surprisingly lightweight and comfortable.
Lucy squeezed her hand. “Ready?”
“Yes, yes, I am.” And to her surprise, she was eager to meet her prince and embark on a weekend of sex in a mansion-turned-castle.
****
Standing in a hidden room at the top of the narrow galley that lined three sides of the room below, Bryce Langston studied the gathered fairy tale characters. Everyone wore a mask, a requirement to hide identities. There were four billionaires, not including him, half dozen men and women worth millions, one senator, and several high-powered CEO’s in attendance. Anonymity was the key to the success of his exclusive club.
The whisper of silk behind him made him smile. “You’re late, Glorie.”
“That’s
Your Highness
, to you, my friend.”
Glorie, one of his oldest and dearest friends, joined him at the two-way mirror. He glanced at her, taking in her costume. The leather and lace corset pushed her breasts up and out, revealing lots of rounded flesh, and the sheer, attached skirt barely covered her crotch in front but trailed the floor behind her. Her dark hair was piled high, and a black choker dotted with glittering gems accented her long, slender neck. Tall, spiky heels brought her to eye level. She made an imposing Domme. “Nice costume,
My Queen
.”
Glorie looked him up and down then fingered the buttery-soft leather of his costume. “Not too bad yourself,
My Prince
. You really do look like a prince, Bry. It’s a shame you’re a Dom. I wouldn’t mind whipping that ass of yours.” She patted him affectionately.
He rolled his eyes. “Behave. You have your huntsmen to play with.”
She licked her lips and swished the whip in her hand. “I do, don’t I.” She laughed low in her throat then turned serious as she slid one gloved hand up to cup the side of his face. “Are you sure you’re ready?”