Cinderella And Prince Dom

By Sydney St. Claire

Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved? CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jamie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Sep 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781628305517

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Cinderella & Prince Dom

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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