The Bondage Ball — Sage L. Morgan

Housekeeper Natalie resorts to impersonating her employer to get into Prince Kendrick's famous masquerade ball. Little does she know, the ball's invitees subscribe to a certain kind of lifestyle, and Natalie is about to get a close look at exactly what that lifestyle entails when she runs into the prince himself.

Warning: Contains adult language and sexuality. Not intended for readers below the age of 18.

Excerpt:

I followed him into a sumptuous bedroom. There was a four-poster, king-sized bed on one side, dressed in satin sheets and a fluffy duvet. My heels sank into plush carpeting softer than the mattress I had at home. A merry fire roared in a brick fireplace. I stood at the edge of its warmth, taking in the crown molding and gilded picture frames that lined the room.

Then, the door slammed behind me.

Prince Kendrick glared at me, his hand still pressed against the door. He advanced at an agonizingly slow pace, each step falling with heavy deliberation on the carpet.

“You ventured into a restricted area without permission,” he said.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I just got lost.”

Prince Kendrick clicked his tongue. “Despite the signs posted everywhere. Poor you. It must be hard living in this world without a brain.”

“I do have a brain -- ”

Prince Kendrick gave me a look that made the blood drain from my face.

“ -- uh, sir. Master.”

“Regardless, brain or not, people who break rules must be punished. Don't you agree?”

“Yes, Master,” I said hesitantly.

“Wonderful.” He walked to the end of the bed and sat down. He patted his knee.

I shifted on my feet. “Master?”

He patted his knee again. “Well? You broke the rules, you get punished. I believe a spanking is in order.”

Whatever retort I had prepared fell apart in my throat. I choked out a few breaths, speechless. Prince Kendrick sat on the bed, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

Approximate word count: 4,500+ SHORT STORY