Princess Slut: It's Not Pearls She Wants To Be Dripping With

By Lexie Renard

Her Royal Highness Princess Alexandra doesn't want to be paraded around the ballroom. Her true self is the absolute opposite. She is a lusty little skank who wants to be on her knees serving a man, dripping with pearls and diamond jewelry, and dripping with some random redneck’s tribute across her face. Now, if only she could be open about it.

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Throughout my entire childhood, older women would dress me in tight, binding, uncomfortable dresses for formal occasions. It got much worse when I was 15, and put into proper ladylike ballgowns. I would be on display for all to admire, but as my Princess self, not the true me. I found a sick pleasure in being bound and ogled, seen as a plaything for the amusement of others. The tight lace collars around my throat, the boning in the bodice restricting my movement, it was like I was a doll for them to dress and exhibit. I always agreed when they insisted I wear the tight jewelled chokers that felt like a dog collar. These nice ladies would apologize for the discomfort, and say that I was such a good girl for putting up with this without complaint.

They didn’t know that it completely turned me on. The restraint, the pain, all of those eyes on me. If they saw me trembling, they assumed I was overheated, not high on sexual adrenaline.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie Renard
• Release date: Jun 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370193271

Lexie Renard

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Princess Slut

(It’s not pearls she wants to be dripping with…)

By Lexie Renard

Copyright 2018 Lexie Renard.  All rights reserved.  Cover design by Lexie Renard.  Smashwords Edition

This book is intended for sale to adult audiences only. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual people or locations is completely coincidental. All characters are over 18, no sex partners are related by blood, all sex is consensual.

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Table of Contents

Sneaky Peek

The Ball

The Races

The Score

The Date

The Dungeon

About the Author & Other Titles

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Sneaky Peek...

We can go to a movie, and I can drive you home by midnight like a proper little Princess. He paused, teasingly.

Or we could go to a private fetish club where I can tie you up and spank you, and treat you like the filthy little fuck slave I know you are.

I froze. I just stared, knowing he saw that my pupils were wide and I was breathing quicker.

Tell me to stop, he said, leaning in closer, slipping one hand to grab the back of my hair, and the other sliding up my leg.

Tell me to stop, he demanded, pinching my inner thigh so hard my knees buckled, and I stifled a shriek.

Do you want me to stop? he whispered, as he leaned in closer, his lips meeting mine at the moment his fingers slipped under my lace panties and began lightly stroking my bare pussy.

I moaned into his lips, body surging into his, arms around his neck for support. No.

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Princess Slut

(It’s not pearls she wants to be dripping with…)

By Lexie Renard

Welcome to the Palace of the Royal Family of Liechtenbourg.

His Majesty King Friedrich is delighted you could join us.

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"Presenting Duke Gabriel Matthias Xavier of Austravia," the Herald announced.

I felt my dad kick me gently under the table. I shot him a glare then looked toward the door. A tall, elegant gentleman with longish, dark shaggy hair stepped through the door, looking impeccable in his tuxedo and burgundy sash. He was actually sort of handsome, if he didn’t look so stuffy.

He surveyed the room and gave a slight bow to the King. My dad nodded back, then turned to me.

Pay attention Alexandra. That’s the Duke I mentioned.

I sighed. Yeah, he’s another Duke. Whatever.

The King stuck his bottom lip out at me in a ridiculous pout. But you promised.

I couldn’t help giggling. Okay Daddy, I’ll be polite.

That’s all I ask, he said. Since you turned nineteen everyone has been jumping down my throat asking who I’m setting you up to marry. If you can play the game and simply chat to a few eligible bachelors at these public events, it will give them a little gossip and they’ll leave us alone.

I smiled. I’ll play the game. It’s all good. My Dad and I are pretty close, but obviously there is a lot I will never tell him. He plays the Royal game, and he takes it fairly seriously. I play the game just enough to get by, but I am hoping to find a way out of this circus someday.

The King looked wistful for a moment. Sweetie, I’m so sorry your Mother isn’t here to help with this stuff.

I patted his hand. You’re doing a great job, Dad. And I appreciate that you’re not pushing the marriage thing on me.

        Well, not yet, he smirked. "But if Liechtenbourg is ever in trouble, I’ll sell you off immediately to the highest bidding Prince."

        I accidentally smacked his shoulder too hard and too loudly, and we both lost ourselves laughing.

        Pardon me, but do you require a bodyguard, your Majesty? a deep, throaty