The Palace

Inside the palace there is always intrigue and plotting. The prince needs an heir, but his wife can't produce, so he turns to his mistress. The elder prince needs to marry, but his presence runs to men, making an heir a difficult endeavor. There are both men and women willing to do anything and everything to insinuate themselves into the halls of power, thought sex or violence or both.

Roderick, as second son, knows he will never sit on the throne and lives the life of a man lost in the pleasures of the flesh. When events in the palace take an unexpected turn he must quickly grow up and protect not only himself and his wife, but his lovers and friends as well

This is a 42,000 word story intended for adult audiences. Originally published in four parts.

WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY
This is a 42,000 word erotic novel that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, group sex, bondage, and sexual torture, other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy, along with unusual levels of violence for an erotica novel.

All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

"Harder," he encouraged her.

"You like to see me suffer, don't you?" she asked her husband.

"I like to make you suffer," he said and opened up the door to the wardrobe again.

The long leather thongs he pulled out were intended to be used to lace up boots or close riding jackets. They had other purposes as well. Margareta didn't resist. She offered Roderick her wrist. He efficiently tied the leather strap around it and then to the corner of the elaborately carved wooden headboard. A second thong went around her other wrist and she had to stretch a bit to reach the opposite corner of the headboard, leaving her face up and vulnerable.

If Roderick hadn't been with his mistress earlier in the day, he would have eagerly climbed onto her body and had his way with Margareta, but he had time and he was determined to take a little pleasure in the act. Margareta didn't protest when another thong went around her ankle and it was tied to the footboard. There was no reason to fight the final thong around her last limb and then she was efficiently trussed up on Roderick's bed, open and available to be used.

"Is this how you like me?" she asked. "Bound and helpless?"

"Quiet," he told her. "Or I'll gag your mouth as well."

Margareta fell silent because of the threat. It wasn't that she was afraid of having a gag in her mouth, but having to wear one would mean that her mouth would be unavailable to be used by Roderick.

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