Prince Miro's Escape

The escape plan is in its final stage. Shackled to the dungeon walls, the naked and vulnerable Prince Miro has to find a way to get to the wine cellars by nightfall. To do this, he embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, the handsome brother of his enemy, King Jai.

Miro must now use his beautiful face and considerable charms to tempt Dio into letting him escape. But in doing so, he must physically and emotionally wound the innocent Dio, who has fallen in love with him.

Can he do it?

This BDSM novelette (11,400 words) is Book Five of 'The Royal Captive' series.

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"But I am in love with you," Dio insists, his eyes shining as he gets onto the bed beside my bound body. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I have thought of no one else. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking of you."

I desperately want to tell him what I have told Tia - that to love me is great folly. I will only hurt you or betray your trust.

But I don't.

I don't because there's more here at stake that the fragile heart of this trembling youth, who is now laying a gentle hand on my chest and stroking the muscles there.

So I swallow the hard lump in my throat, and say, "Thank you for telling me. I don't know if I can prove myself to be worthy of your love. I am now but a lowly slave."

"No," he says in anguish, "you are not a lowly slave to me. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. You are like a god come down from the heavens."

His fingers move to caress my right nipple.

"You are like the best friend I can only long to have," he adds. "I desire you more than anything. It hurts me how much I desire you."

My abdomen caves in as I suck in a deep breath.

I say hoarsely, "Then touch me. Touch my cock."

Dio's hand shakes as it moves down to grasp my shaft. His mouth half opens as he palms the rigid flesh, and fingers the light blue vein that snakes down its top. His thumb and index finger circles the thin ridge of flesh around my penile head.

"It's so beautiful," he whispers.

He bends his head down to kiss the tip. Tentacles of sensuous pleasure creeps from my groin into my belly.

"Take it in your mouth," I say.

He kisses my glans again, and then takes my head into his soft, warm mouth. The sensations immediately assail me, and I grip the taut rope of my bonds as Dio applies his cheek pressure to my cock. His tongue is oh-so-gentle, like a butterfly's wings as it delves into the formations of my flesh. My breathing quickens as I let out a soft moan - which is not completely a pretense.