Locked In The Tower is the first book in the Daddy's Princesses Series.
Handsome, Icelandic Billionaire, Asgeir Sturluson is involved in a car accident. He rushes to rescue a beautiful Englishwoman from her overturned car. Before she falls unconscious she begs him not to involve the Emergency Services or the police and to hide her. A few days later, Eva wakes up without her memory to find herself naked on a medical couch about to be intimately examined by a team of Doctors and her Rescuer. Asgeir informs her he has confined her in one of the towers in his castle home so that he may protect, pleasure, discipline and train her to be the perfect submissive. She learns quickly that Daddy possess all of the answers to her past and to discover her real identity she must accept her role as his little princess and please him to gain them. Initially afraid of the darkly erotic man and the power he wields over her, Eva begins to feel safe in her confinement blissfully unaware of the danger she sought to be free of and welcomes Asgeir’s pleasurable rule. But she soon discovers she is not the only Princess Daddy has captured and locked in a tower in his castle or that he is the only man who wishes to possess her. Publisher’s Note: This is a dark erotic story. It contains BDSM Romance, Spanking Romance, Age Play, Medical Play, Multiple Partners, Anal Play and a kidnap theme. If any of this material offends you, please do not buy this book.
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The tenseness in my shoulders I had been feeling at the thoughts of her being frightened of me and all that I was to put her through released. I had not been wrong about her submissive nature or the past history that confirmed it. “That’s a good girl,” I praised. “No one is here to hurt you, only to protect and pleasure you.” Doctor Baron picked up the pace when I gestured for him to. It was calming my little princess and soothing her in to pleasurable obedience. Soft confused moans slipped from her lips. “Remove her blindfold,” I commanded. I wanted her to see all of us standing around her, dominating and manipulating her pleasure. Perhaps then she would learn to trust me and respect the power I held over her. The blindfold was taken away. My princess blinked her sea green eyes and stared up at us initially taken back by the masks covering our mouths and our latex gloves. “Please what are you doing?” “I have already informed you,” I said sternly through the mask bending over her to stroke a blonde curl from her forehead. “You will have a pelvic exam and a breast health check. A sample of your urine will also be taken as will your internal temperature. It will end with an enema.” “Why would you do this?” “Again, because I can and I wish to know everything about your health so I can make sure it is taken care of during your stay here.” “How long will you keep me here for?” her fearful tone was punctuated by more aroused moans. “For as long as I wish. Enough questions. Proceed gentlemen.” Doctor Baron moved the small bud between her thighs back and forth. “She has a good sized clitoris and she dampens quickly. Let’s have a look inside,” he said splaying the lips wide in one harsh movement. “Doctor Lewis prepare the speculum please so we can open her vulva up nice and wide. I presume you will be wanting to conduct your own examination to assess her fertility.” He picked up the steel speculum while I watched Doctor Baron suddenly slap his hand down hard against the girl’s pussy. Her flesh jumped and wobbled with the strike. “This will help get you nice and wet,” he told her when she yelped. He struck her again careful to whip his hand across the tip of her clit before massaging his thumb over its top in a circular movement. Her pussy began to swim. “Good girl.” Doctor Lewis thickly lubricated the speculum he took from the table. My eyes widened at its size and I hoped my baby girl would be brave with its insertion. “We will start with a smear,” Doctor Baron said peering in close to her spread vulva to get a better look. “Before that we will take a photo for the records.” “What? No, please. Who are you all?” “Trust me. You have my assurance you are being respected,” I soothed.