[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, Fantasy]
Being a princess isn't all it's cracked up to be. Even as she reaches adulthood, Princess Damita feels suffocated by the king and queen. Damita longs to experience life as a normal woman. She sneaks from her room at night and finds her way to the neighboring village.
Soon the king discovers that Damita is up to something and issues a proclamation.
All Kinsey must do is discover where Princess Damita spends her nights and he will be rich, but will he be richer with Damita as his lover?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 BLUE RIBBONS: "Tonya Romagos' Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess treats readers to a whimsical fairy tale with an adult overture. I loved the whole idea behind this story and got a real chuckle from Damita's mother's role in her escapades. Damita and Kinsey make an excellent couple. They're both quick-witted and possess a passion for life which boils over into how they interact with each other. Kinsey finds himself in a really difficult position since he can't lie to the King and definitely doesn't want to tell him what Damita does when she goes out at night. Pick up a copy of Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess and discover the pleasures to be found when you follow your heart." Chrissy, Romance Junkies
4 STARS: "Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess by Tonya Ramagos is a sexually enticing story about the lengths one woman will go to escape the prison that is forced on her nightly, and the man that will discover her secrets whether she wants them discovered or not. I enjoyed this enthralling tale from beginning to end, the sensuousness of the hero and heroine had me spellbound. Although a short novella, it more than made up for it with the interaction between the main characters as well as the relationship between all the characters. Well written and thoroughly engaging; kudos to Ms. Ramagos for an erotic twist on a classic fairytale story." Sheryl, Ecataromance
"An interesting spin on the fairy tale The Twelve Dancing Princesses, Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess is both erotic and charming. Damita is rebelling against her overprotective father's controlling ways, yet it doesn't take too long for Kinsey to understand her. The attraction between them sizzles, and there is more to their relationship than just sex. Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess is one short story you won't want to miss." Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
"Kinsey and the Exotic Dancing Princess is a tantalizing story of a bored princess who loves to dance, so she sneaks out to the village and dances in the pub. Kinsey discovers he is more attracted to the princess than he is the offered gold. Her exotic dancing inflames his senses. Tonya Ramagos writes a creative and sexy battle of wit. Enjoyable read." Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed
The king's anger pierced the air like a razor sharp dart. Princess Damita crept to the partially open door of her parents’ bedchamber and listened with bated breath. She could just see her mother, the queen, through the crack in the doorway. Though she couldn't see her father, she heard his voice loud and clear.
"She has been leaving her room at night," the king raged.
"How can she when you lock her door from the outside every evening at dusk and do not unlock it until just before dawn each morning?" the queen asked in the reasonable voice Damita heard so often from her.
"I know not but I assure you I will find out. You defend her, yet how do you explain these?" A hand shot out, thrusting a pair of shiny black heels into the queen's arms. "Look at the soles so worn, the heels scuffed. Look at the toes scratched beyond polish. Explain to me how this can be if she is truly remaining locked in her room all night."
The queen's gaze darted almost imperceptivity to where Damita eavesdropped in the hall. "I cannot."
"She has found a way out of that room," the king insisted. "I will find out how. I will find out what she does by the light of the moon."
"What do you intend to do, my King? Surely you can not keep watch over her throughout every night."
"No. I will not."
Damita saw his tall, robust figure pass the slightly open doorway then disappear from sight only to pass once again mere seconds later. His chin tucked in his hand, head down as he paced, he didn't look toward the door where he surely would have spotted her listening. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, and her pulse was almost deafening in her ears. Fear blossomed deep in her stomach even as her mind rebelled further against her father's heavy rule. She would not give up her nocturnal life.
"I will send a messenger to the village," the king said in a contemplative tone. "Yes. Yes. He will spread the word."
Again the queen shot a fleeting glance at the doorway. "What word, my King?"
"I shall offer a bounty. The man who can tell me what our daughter does each night when she is trusted to be safely asleep behind her bed curtains will be rewarded with his weight in gold."
"You are to have men spy on our daughter?" The queen sounded appalled by the idea.
"Three nights should do it." The king passed the doorway and Damita shrunk back but not before she saw the determination in his walk, the confidence in the set of his shoulders. "Any man who wishes to try will be given three nights in which to solve this little mystery."
"And if he should fail at the end of those three nights?"
The king fell silent but only for a moment before he replied...
She didn't lie when she said she never had sex with the men, never let them touch her. Until tonight. Until this man. With hands that shook, she lifted her skirt.
"You were wet on stage. So wet your panties were soaked with it. I wonder, are you wet now?"
She was. More wet now than she ever got on stage…because of him. Her panties felt as though she put them on straight from the wash bin without giving them a moment to dry, and when he palmed her mound through those panties, she felt still more juices seep out of her.
"Ah yes. Is that for me?"
Since she couldn't seem to find her voice, she simply nodded. She knew he would feel the movement of her head on his chest.
"Pull your panties down for me."
This request…No, not a request but more of an order, made an excitement more visceral than any she ever felt rush through her. Even as nervousness and indecision mixed with that excitement, she did as ordered. Would she really let this stranger have his way with her? She wondered even as she tugged at her panties and let them fall to the ground around her heels. Hadn't she gone too far to turn back now? When his finger slipped into her pubic hair, wiggled between her pussy lips, she knew she wouldn't stop him.
"By the Gods, you are wet," he whispered and she heard the evidence of his own arousal in the huskiness of his voice, felt it in the rigidity of his cock against her back. "And so hot. I bet you taste sweet too. Shall we find out?"
His finger seemed to take on the attributes of a spoon. It curved even as it slid from a point just behind her opening forward to delve quickly inside her before it pulled out again, skimmed over her clit then withdrew from between her pussy lips. He held the finger up and in the moonlight she could just see it drowned in her juices. Though she didn't see him do it, she knew he brought that finger to his mouth, heard him lick and suck until he dried it of her cum.