Chosen By The Prince (13 page)

She bowed her head, fighting for control. She wouldn't look at the Prince. She couldn't.
 

She did.

He was smiling sensually at her. His hooded eyes were traveling slowly over her body, down to her breasts and up again to her flushed face. He grinned, rubbing his lips with a long finger. A shock went through her.

"Jillian, do not test him please."

She lifted her fork at the older woman's urging. She forced bite after bite down her throat. The feelings of arousal intensified with each bite. She closed her eyes in agony, tears rolling down her face. She felt Sephina adjusting her chair, trying to block her from view. But nothing could stop the Prince from staring at her from his seat above, watching her torment.

She finished the cake and sat there, her head lowered. Only a few crumbs remained on the plate. The Prince stood abruptly and stood beside her. He tugged on her collar with the chain and she stood shakily. She followed the guards as they led them back to her chamber.

The moment they were inside her knees buckled. He caught her against him and she felt his arousal press against her hip. He carried her across the room and lowered her to the chair.

"The cuffs."

Her maids scrambled to get the box containing the cuffs and chains. They quickly slid the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles, locking them firmly into place.

"Leave us."

He watched her from where he leaned casually against the mantle. She stared at the ground, crossing her arms over her chest. She was utterly defeated.

"Stand up."

Woodenly, she did as he asked. She felt him come closer, shivering as he ran his fingertips over her dress. Slowly, he slid it off her shoulders so that it pooled at her feet. She stood before him, her naked body glowing in the firelight.

He leaned down and kissed her. She whimpered as his lips pressed into hers. He forced her mouth open and plundered her with his tongue. She didn't respond quickly enough. He pulled back, an angry look on his face.
 

"Get on the bed."

She hurried to the bed and looked back to him, desperate not to anger him further.

"Spread your legs and lift your arms over your head."

She closed her eyes tightly, doing as he asked. She wanted to beg him not to torment her- to make love to her normally- but she knew he wouldn't listen.

And she could not say no anyway. She had no rights at all. She was his slave.

She heard him moving around the bed, heard the chains as they clinked against each other. He tied her wrists above her first, and then her ankles to either side of the bed. She felt so exposed...

"Open your eyes."

She forced herself to look up at the ceiling.

"Look at me Jillian."

He stood by the side of the bed, fully clothed. He had a hard look on his face.

"Do you want me, Jillian?"

She moaned, nodding her head.

"Yes... please..."

He smiled coldy.

"Good."

He climbed onto the bed, his broad shoulders leaning over her. He started to run his fingers up and down her body, over her breasts and hip bones, down her legs nearly to her feet. Then up again, over and over until she was struggling against the chains.

"Do you want me to touch you here?"

He circled her nipple with his finger, not touching it.

"Ye- yes- oh god!"

He smiled and leaned down, pulling her nipple into his mouth. Her back arched as pleasure coursed through her body. He lifted his head, making her moan. He slid his hand down to her apex.

"Do you want me to touch you here?"

She was breathing heavily, hating him for doing this to her. She turned away from him, fighting back tears.

"Jillian! Look at me!"

She turned her head back, lifting her blazing eyes to his. He was staring at her with longing. He needed to hear it, she realized. She closed her eyes again. His finger drifted closer and closer to her center.

"Yes. I want you to- oh!"

He was between her legs suddenly, pushing himself inside her. He'd freed his cock from his pants without removing them.

"Unffff, oh god Jillian, I can't wait."

He pushed himself into her body and withdrew almost completely. Her flesh quivered around the tip of his shaft.

"Jillian. Tell me."

He was tenderly stroking the side of her face. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. She knew he was asking her for something she had never given him, or anyone else. She couldn't fight it anymore.

"I want you."

"What else?"

He kept himself just outside her body, tormenting her with need. But it was the look on his face that undid her resistance once and for all. He loved her. And she loved him. So for the first time, she said the words aloud.

"I love you."

He moaned and buried himself inside her, bucking wildly in and out. She found her release almost immediately, her hips flailing beneath him. He held her steady as he pounded into her flesh.

"Oh god, I love you Jillian. Oh god, yes!"

He threw his head back as hot sticky fluid pulsed into her. Her body responded, clamping down on him, sending her into another orgasm.

Finally he collapsed on top of her. He started kissing her face, tiny little kisses.
 

"I love you Jillian. I love you. Don't fight me anymore, please..."

"I won't. I promise..."

He leaned up so he could look at her.

"Did you mean it, Jillian?"

She nodded shyly.

"Yes. I love you, your highness. I do."

He moaned and wrapped himself around her. She whispered into his ear.

"If you untie me, I'll show you."

In the morning Jillian woke up to the Prince kissing her face. He was quickly making tender love to her yet again. She knew he loved her. It was obvious from the way he was touching her, the way he always touched her.

She had mixed feelings about admitting her love for him. It was just another way that he held power over her. He owned her completely now, even her heart.
 

She cried out in pleasure as he poured himself into her again. He seemed to take even greater pleasure in finishing this way now, rarely ever having her take him in her mouth. She wondered why but knew she wasn't supposed to ask. She could ponder the reasons though... Her mind at least, was still her own.

He left her afterwards, telling her he loved her again. She smiled at the memory. At least she wasn't alone in this love. And when he married, she would have his love if not his name or his child.

At breakfast she had a hard time eating her food. It was the one hearty meal of the day. Sephina looked on sympathetically as Jillian clamped her hand over her mouth.
 

"I'm going to throw up."

Sephina's eyes were wide as Jillian started to stand. Everyone stared as the Sophriquette broke all tradition and started to run from the room. Her chain brought her up abruptly, jerking her backwards. The Prince released it immediately, running to her side in an instant.

"Jillian! Are you alright?"

She threw up on the floor in the middle of the dining room. Chaos broke out as the Prince lifted her into his arms and carried her from the room. She looked up at him, mortified.

He was smiling.

An hour later she understood the reason. The doctor was speaking to the Prince in low voices just outside the door but she clearly heard the word "bed rest."

When the Prince came back inside, his green eyes were glowing with pleasure. She narrowed hers at him and started to rise from the bed. He was across the room and pressing her back down before she knew what was happening.

"You need to rest."

She stared at him mutinously, crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed.
 

He was so smug, it made her want to scream. She turned her head away, suddenly feeling tearful again. What was wrong with her?

"Oh Jillian, don't cry my pet."

He pulled her into his arms.

"I'm so happy. You're going to give me a child."

Her eyes widened and she bolted upright.

"What?"

He laughed again. He was always laughing at her. If he wasn't the Prince she would have smacked him.

"You're pregnant my love. That's why you threw up."

She paled and turned away from him.

It couldn't be.

"But I thought they took precautions for things like that- in my food..."

"I told them to stop a long time ago. After you disappeared. I want to have a child with you."

She choked back an angry retort. Her body curled in on itself as she started to weep in earnest. She tried to stop, to remember her position, but she could not.

"What is it Jillian? Aren't you happy?"

She only cried harder

.

"Answer me Jillian! That's an order!"

His voice rang out like a whip as he pushed her onto her back, forcing her to face him.

"Jillian!"

"No! I am not happy!"

The shock and hurt on his face struck her to the core. But she couldn't lie. Not about this.

"But- why?"

"How could I be happy to be bringing a bastard into this world? Knowing you will marry and another woman will bear your true heir? I'm sorry. I can't be glad about doing that to a child!"

He stood and walked across the room. He leant on the mantel, facing away from her. She braced herself. She knew that her life was forfeit if she displeased him.

"Kill me if you must but please don't punish my family for my honesty. You owe me that much."

He turned back to her, his eyes narrowed in disbelief.

"Kill you? Are you insane?"

She stood up, feeling unsteady on her feet.

"I disobeyed you. I know what the punishment is. I should not have mentioned your marriage."

He crossed the room and grabbed her tightly, slamming her into his chest.

"You stupid woman. I won't be marrying for political reasons. I'll be marrying for love."

"I don't care what you do to me. Just please, if you care for me at all, you won't make me force a child to watch their mother be your whore."

He grabbed her shoulders, spinning her. She screamed, fearing the worst.

"Be still! I'm just trying to take your collar off."

She held perfectly still while he unlatched the heavy collar from around her neck. She stood while he traced the faint impression of the collar in her skin.

"We'll get you a new one. A smaller one."

She spun to face him, outraged. He would choke her? That was to be her punishment!

He was laughing. He leaned in and kissed her.

"But this one will be for your finger."

Her eyes opened very wide.

"Will you marry me Jillian?"

She opened her mouth and closed it again, like a fish.

"Say yes, Jillian."

"Yes. Oh, yes!"

The Royal Wedding

The Prince

The Prince smiled, going through the arduous grooming procedure required for formal events without a word of complaint. Usually he squirmed and sighed during the endless shaving and polishing, but today he was preoccupied.

Today he would be married.

He grinned at his reflection. He knew he had done the right thing by releasing Jillian from her position as his pleasure slave. Her happiness alone had made it worth it.

He would miss seeing her in those outfits though... perhaps she'd wear them for him in private now and then. He wouldn't command her to do so though, he would ask.

Jillian had put him through his paces after agreeing to wed him. She'd grilled him with questions, the main one being centered upon her free will. Yes, she could refuse him and question him now. She had bit her lip adorably. He had decided not to mention that as her husband he did have
certain
rights. He sighed. All that mattered was that she was happy.

It was time before he knew it. He walked through the castle to the Chapel, where his parents and half the nobles in the country were waiting.

He stood at the front of the church with the Priest and waited. The minutes ticked by and he started to get nervous.

Where was she? Had she changed her mind? Perhaps he shouldn't have given her her freedom in advance. Perhaps-

The doors opened as the music began. Before him, in a dress of silver and white, was his bride.

Jillian.

She was resplendant. Her beautiful hair was caught up in ornate twists under her heavy diamond crown. Her neck sparkled with a necklace. It was the first time he'd seen her without her collar. It was the first time he'd seen her in
weeks
.

His mother had insisted on the separation for propriety's sake. Now that Jillian was a free woman, her rank and reputation must be considered. He had happily agreed, knowing he was getting what he ultimately wanted, sure he wouldn't mind the wait.

He had minded. A lot.

He'd spent the past two weeks craning his neck and skulking around, hoping to see her. Now he inhaled deeply, knowing it had been worth the separation.
 

She shone like the sun, her beauty overwhelming him. But it was the look of love in her eyes that nearly brought him to his knees.

She was here because she wanted him. Not because she had to be there. He'd given her the choice, risking everything. But he'd had to. He couldn't hurt her for one moment longer. She deserved to be free.

He smiled at the stunning creature walking towards him and held out his hand.

Jillian and the Prince

Jillian sat on the edge of the Prince's bed in her silk underthings. No, it was
their
bed. Her possessions had been moved out of the Sophriquette's chamber above. The Prince had sent her a message about the move, asking that she forgo having her own chambers.

She had decided immediately that his request was reasonable. But she had waited three hours to respond. She smiled. Perhaps that had been a little cruel...

The door opened and he stepped inside. He looked glorious in his formal garb. She smiled at him and stood, crossing the room to him.

He stared down at her hungrily as she slid her hands up his chest, pushing his jacket aside. He barely spoke as she undressed him, revelling in the knowledge that she wanted him Judging from the look in her eyes, she wanted him
now.