Bluebeard's Bondage E-Book

Daisy Rose

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Bluebeard's Bondage

Leseprobe

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Bluebeard's Bondage

(Kinky Fairy Tales 3)

Copyright of Daisy Rose

By Daisy Rose

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

First Contact

One upon a time, there lived a man who lived in a magnificent castle with all the worldly possessions that anyone could imagine. Sadly, these material ownerships offered him little happiness for Bluebeard was a feared man in his town. He kept to himself and owned so many businesses and country houses, gold and silver, tapestries and antiques, that his mere presence was feared. The poor fellow was indeed, so powerful, that they were afraid of accidentally stepping on his toes and bringing his wrath down on the town. He had enough power to be the end of the simple lives they had.

It did not help his case that several of his wives had mysteriously disappeared shortly after marrying Bluebeard. The families vanished as well, and that had only exacerbated matters and his relationship with the townspeople.

All these ran through my mind as the famed man talked to my mother. I felt my heart thumping rapidly against my chest. I knew that Bluebeard do not associate easily with people and if he had left the comforts of his house, it was probably for one purpose only. I didn't know whether I should be excited or horrified by the thought.

Even from the other side of the room, I could see that he was a handsome man. The rumors were true about his beard. It was so dark and black that it almost shone blue. He had shaved it off and sported only a stubble for now. I felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter when he turned to me and smiled.

"Do you think he's asking for my hand or yours, sister?" Jenny whispered, trying to look disinterested.

"I'm not sure," I murmured. "Perhaps he would like both of us," I joked.

She used her fan to hit me lightly and turned back to her soup. I knew she was only pretending to drink from it. Jenny had been on a strict diet for the past month, intent on losing her love handles.

Bluebeard and mother were deep in discussion at the other end of the table. I wished the dining area was not so large that we couldn't hear what they were saying.

My sister and I were both used to being courted by rich and powerful men, though none were of Bluebeard's level! Mother had never been satisfied with any of our suitors. Perhaps this is one man she can't say no to. Not that she would want to reject his offer. Even for the unannounced visit, he had brought with him enough bounty to buy our small home two times over.

"Do you think you want to marry him, Anne?" my sister asked, getting distracted again by the murmurs from the other end of the table.

"If mother wishes it," I said. I wouldn't mind marrying such a handsome man, even though he does appear to be older than us by a fair amount. "Would you marry him, if he asks for your hand?" I asked my sister.

"I don't know if I could bring myself to accept a man with a blue beard," she said with a serious expression on her face.

"Me neither," I said. "My hair is yellow after all. What if our children end up with green hair?"

We dissolved into a fit of giggles that brought my mother's glare. We cleared our throats and pretended to enjoy our dinner.

"It is a little blue," I said, staring at the stranger in our home from the corner of my eyes as I took another sip of the soup.

"And all his wives tend to disappear! What do you think he does with them?" she gasped.

"Hush now!" I scolded, hoping that our guest had not heard us.

"He is quite handsome though," she said with a dreamy look that shot straight through my heart. Was she interested in him too?

"Aren't you with the baker boy?" I asked with the heart to remind her of the man she had been sneaking off to see in the night. The baker boy was not much a boy anymore. He was a few years older than us at 27.

Her face fell at the mention of her beau. "Mother would never approve," she lamented.

A thought crossed my mind, "Perhaps if I married Bluebeard, the dowry he provides would be enough to keep mother happy? Perhaps he would be kind enough to help him pay for his dowry too."

She brightened up. Her face fell again just as soon as it had lightened. With her eyebrows furrowed, she asked, "Are you sure? What is he ends up being a horrendous husband?"

I stared at the man wi [...]