Enchanted Submission - An erotic bdsm fantasy novella by Lily Harlem Page A

need of containing.’ He pulled her, quite roughly, towards the black semi-circle of raised flooring, her wrists now captured in just one of his enormous hands. ‘You really don’t understand the meaning of the word submission, do you?’
    ‘I ...’
    ‘Shh ...’ He jabbed a straightened finger against his lips. ‘I don’t want to have to gag you, Rapunzel. I’ve kinda developed a thing for your mouth.’ He looked at her lips again, studying them intently. ‘I think I could become quite obsessed with that part of your body.’
    A spark of delight popped in her stomach – Beast obsessed with her, how perfect would that be.
    But she didn’t have time to dwell on that possibility, because he tugged her up onto the platform, positioned her beneath the handcuffs and raised her hands high above her head.
    His eyes glittered down at her as the cool leather tightened on her wrists. The corner of his mouth twitched and then he exerted a gentle pressure on her shoulders until she turned to face the full-length mirror on the wall.
    ‘How do you look?’ he said pulling her hair into a tail at her nape and then twisting it into a tight rope which he secured at the end with a piece of black twine.
    Rapunzel studied her reflection; long black boots, creamy thighs, the small black triangle of her thong settled at the juncture of her legs and an impossibly tight corset shining like a deep pool of water at midnight. Her heavy breasts were now dominated by gold clamps and she could just see the pale pink tip of each erect nipple through the metal work. Her face was flushed and needy; eyes heavy, cheeks red and lips swollen and moist from kissing. ‘I look ...’ she said, ‘like I belong to you.’
    ‘Right answer,’ he said with approval as he stooped behind her. Rapunzel watched his hunched reflection pull down the zippers on her boots. One by one, he stepped her out of the creaking leather.
    Losing that extra few inches made a big difference to Rapunzel’s height and, because of the handcuffs, she was now fully stretched, balanced on the balls of her feet with her arms, shoulders, torso and legs extended and lengthened. The pull went right through her body, through her armpits and spine, straightening all her tendons, holding her, supporting her. But she liked it, dangling; it made her feel vulnerable, susceptible to pleasure as well as to abuse. It was a ridiculously exciting condition to be in considering the sexy expert in domination standing behind her.
    Beast hooked his thumb into the waistband of the thong and with a quick, no-messing movement, dragged the garment down her legs and over her feet. He screwed the scrap of material into a ball and held it to his face, inhaled long and indulgently. ‘I can imagine your taste,’ he said. ‘Hot, spiced woman mixed with lavender and roses, sweet and sour all at the same time.’
    Rapunzel opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to tell him to stop imagining and try out the real thing, it was there, ready, willing and waiting. But she remembered she wasn’t allowed to talk, so shut her mouth again.
    He stood and stepped out of view from the mirror. Rapunzel craned her neck and watched, insides quivering, as he moved up to a highly polished dresser and opened a small door. He reached inside, dropped something into the deep pocket of his trousers and then began to rummage around.
    After a few seconds he pulled out a paddle; black leather, round, short handle. He moved swiftly back behind her. She snagged at her bottom lip with her teeth and faltered on her toes as he held up the paddle, displaying it in the mirror for her to see. There was a section cut out of it, a few inches long. Rapunzel strained her eyes and made out a carved crown, a crown with a long thorny, single rose stem piercing its centre.
    Excitement blazed through her. It was his family crest. A blank paddle would have been thrilling enough, but the thought of one which would pattern her buttocks with his