A Princess Tale - Bellas Story

Chapter 3: Syran's Charisma

In the morning Bella woke to find herself alone in a large bedroom. Syran was nowhere in sight. She looked around and saw that she was dressed in a beautiful white gown. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she noticed that her hair was done beautifully and her makeup flawless. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, her hand resting on the dress. She was captivated by how lovely she looked and how confident she felt. Everything in the room glittered and sparkled, reminding her of a fairy tale. Suddenly, Syran appeared before her, his eyes glowing brightly.

"Good morning Bella," Syran said.

"Did you sleep well?" Syran asked.

"Yes, and thank you for the dress. I feel very beautiful today." Bella said.

Syran smiled at her, "You look even lovelier than yesterday."

"Thank you." Bella said.

Syran reached out and stroked her cheek gently, "You are welcome. Now, why don't we go downstairs?"

"Yes, please." Bella answered.

The two walked down the spiraling steps into the main hall where Syran had a breakfast buffet laid out in front of him. He motioned for her to sit next to him, and she did.

"Eat and drink as much as you like," Syran said.

He poured her a glass of orange juice and passed it to her. As she sipped from the straw, Bella noticed Syran staring at her with hunger.

"You look like you're starving," Bella said.

"Not for food, Bella, but for your touch." Syran admitted.

"Touch me?" Bella asked.

"Yes, Bella. I want to feel your hands on me." Syran said with longing.

"But..."

"Just try it, Bella," Syran begged.

Bella looked at him with uncertainty, and Syran was instantly reminded of how beautiful she was. His desire burned within him, a burning that was all too familiar. It was as though a switch flipped inside of Syran, and suddenly he was consumed by lust, a lust for Bella that could only be quenched with her submission. He lifted her chin with his finger and forced her eyes to meet his. Syran lowered his head to hers, his lips softly touching hers. She responded slowly at first, tentatively tasting Syran's lips. Then she opened her mouth and kissed him back. Their tongues entwined and as Syran's tongue parted her lips, he tasted her sweetness. Bella pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply. Bella than quickly pulled away and shielded her face as a feeling of embarrassment cascaded over her.

"I can't do this she told Syran with a quivering voice" Bella stated.

"Why not?" Syran demanded.

"Because because, I don't know I just can't" Bella said.

"So you are saying that you are not interested in me?" Syran asked.

"No, I am! I just can't explain it"

Syran looked down at the ground as he gained his composure before uttering "I am sorry, I only wanted to own you to make you mine."

"What do you mean, Syran?" Bella asked.

"I am obsessed with you, Bella. I want nothing more than to have you as my property. But I cannot have you unless you are willing to give yourself to me completely."

Bella's heart soared, and she felt a rush of excitement surge through her as Syran spoke those words, but she wondered what does he mean as his property? What does Syran want with me anyway? Bella questioned.

Syran stood up and held out his hand to her, "Come with me."

Bella took Syran's hand and they walked to another part of the castle, Syran leading the way. They went far deeper than she had ever gone before. As they walked, Syran explained what he meant by being his property.

"I want you to be mine forever." Syran said.

"Forever?, I just can't do that, but what happens if I decide to stay?" Bella asked.

"If you want to go home, then I will get you back. But I need to know that you will follow my orders and obey me if you do decide to stay." Syran explained.

"And if I do?" Bella asked.

"Then I will make you my submissive." Syran answered.

Bella was in shock when Syran asked her to be his submissive. While she had heard whispers of this kind of thing at school, it never seemed like something she would actually experience. On one hand, a part of her was drawn to the idea of being owned by someone else; to have them control her and take whatever they wanted from her. But on the other hand, she felt paralyzed with fear; the thought of being tied up helplessly, while Syran could do as he pleased with her body and mind terrified her.

"I'm scared!" Bella whispered.

"Yes, I know. But you will be safe under my protection." Syran assured.

"When do I have to decide?" Bella asked.

"Now," Syran answered.

Bella's throat tightened and tears sprang to her eyes as she faced Syran. She couldn't bear the thought of being his property, of leaving her family and all that was familiar behind, of becoming nothing more than a plaything. Her stomach churned in terror at the notion of being used and abused for his own pleasure. She refused to let him see her fear, but inside she quaked in terror, knowing there would be no escape if she said yes.

"I don't think I can do this," Bella said softly.

"Don't worry, my dear. We won't make any decisions now. Let us just enjoy each other and see where things lead." Syran said.

Bella smiled at Syran and nodded. She wanted to be close to him, to feel the contact of his skin against hers. He stood up and walked over to her, taking her hands in his and raising them above her head. Bella felt a shiver run through her body as he pressed his lips gently against hers. His lips were warm and soft, gentle but insistent. She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed each one of her eyelids. When Syran finally let go of her hands she reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head revealing her breasts encased in a bra that matched the color of the flowers on the trees behind them. Syran leaned forward and took one of Bella's nipples between his teeth nearly sending each breast flying out from its cups, they had been so encased before. He pulled away slowly tugging the fabric with his mouth, sending a throbbing bolt of desire from Bella's nipple down to her pussy. Bella's body again was deceiving her as she pulled away from Syran and took off running looking for the quickest way to leave.

Syran was confused, and he ran after Bella, catching her just outside the door.

"Bella, stop!" Syran demanded.

Bella ignored Syran, and continued to run until she collapsed from being out of breath. Only then did she realize she did not know where she was, the haunted forest was now a beautiful oasis filled with flowers and waterfalls. Syran helped her stand up and looked her in the eyes, "Now tell me why you ran away from me."

"I'm sorry, Syran. I don't know I am just scared of you and what you mean by submissive. You make me feel weak and powerless, and I'm afraid that you'll hurt me." Bella said.

Syran was stunned by her words, "Bella, I love you. I promise that I will never hurt you, and I will always protect you with my life."

Bella looked into Syran's eyes and saw that he meant every word he said. Syran's words gave her the strength she needed to say "I trust you, Syran."

Syran smiled and reached his hand to help her up from the ground.

"We should go back," Syran said.

"Yes, we should, but what happened to the haunted forest that once stood here?" Bella asked.

"You transformed it into something beautiful." Syran answered.