Weeping Violets

WARNING!!! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT INCLUDING BDSM. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING PLEASE DO NOT READ!!!
I did not hear the click of someone opening the front door of me small one bedroom apartment, or the soft thuds of the soles of their heavy shoes as they trekked carefully across the old wood flooring into my room. I did not start as the sound of their gasp as they took in my near-naked appearance and I most certainly did not feel as a strong pair of solid arms slid under me, lifting me easily from the safety of my bed and carry me away from my home and everything else I have ever known.
For when I awoke I was not even in the same country in which I had fallen to sleep in. In fact I wasn’t even on planet Earth anymore
And to make things so much worse I found myself in the bed of the Prince of Dracorti, who does nothing but smile down at me and whisper the words which held so much dominance and immediately had my core aching, ‘You are mine now, sweet Violetta.’