Chosen By The Prince (9 page)

"She's not a whore."

It was his mother. His mother had leapt to Jillian's defense before he could react.

"We are very lucky to have Jillian and Sephina here. I suggest you never use that word again."

The Princess huffed a bit beside him but the Prince's eyes were on his Sofriquette. He saw the humiliation wash over her. None of this was her fault. He had done this to her. Put her in this untenable position. Because of his desire.
 

Sephina's hand was covering Jillians. He reminded himself to thank her. Thank God she was there. Jillian's beautiful head was held high, her chin raised slightly. He wondered what it cost her to sit there, unmoving.

He deliberately ignored Letticia for the rest of the meal, making no effort to conceal that his attention was elsewhere. She fumed beside him silently. The marriage was off to a miserable start but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything.

They were just serving desert when he stood abruptly. He'd had enough. He wanted to claim his woman and take her upstairs. He wanted to lose himself in her.

Jillian stood as the guards approached her. She looked bewildered at their early departure but she did as was expected. She walked slowly from the room. He knew she would want to know why they were leaving before the meal was finished. He debated about telling her. He certainly didn't have to answer to her or anyone.

His eyes roamed over her bare back as they walked through the caste to her chamber. As soon as they reached her door, he was pushing his way inside. He pulled her in behind him and slammed the door, pressing her up against it.

His mouth was on her in an instant. He kissed her deeply, feeling her reticence. He pulled back and looked down into her beautiful face. She was looking down and away, anywhere but at him.
 

"Look at me."

She seemed to brace herself before she lifted her eyes to him. They were awash with tears.

"It doesn't matter. None of it. Do you hear me?"

He held her chin, forcing her to keep her face raised. She shifted her eyes down, ashamed. Hot rage filled him. She wasn't going to melt into his arms tonight. He could tell. But she would do as she was told.

"Fine. Sulk if you want. But you will be of service to me. Take your clothes off."

Her startled eyes found his but he did not waver, looking at her coldly. She inhaled and stepped away, her hands going to her collar.

"Leave it."

She said nothing, her hands slipping to her dress where it was tied at her shoulders. She opened it and stood in her flimsy underthings, the firelight highlighting her perfect body. She was so lovely. And mutinous. She simply stood there, waiting. If she was going to make him spell it out, he would. He narrowed his eyes.

"The rest."

She stared ahead stonily as she peeled her camisole off her breasts and reached for her panties.

"Wait."

She froze, her hands on her lower stomach.

"Touch yourself for me."

She closed her eyes and slid her hands up to her breasts.

"Your nipples. Play with them."

She closed her eyes and made small circles on her nipples with her fingers. He knew she was aroused. They fed her aphrodisiacs at every meal. And she was primed from all the sex they'd been having. It didn't take much to make her ready for him. Still, he decided to delay things.

If she thought he treated her like a whore, he'd show her the difference.

Either way, he was going to have her. Again and again. It was going to be a long night. He smiled, feeling his cock swell in his pants.

"Help me undress."

She dropped her hands and walked to him, her hands going to his clothes and pulling them away efficiently. Coldly. He watched her dispassionately, hiding the emotions that were pinching his throat. She was trying to numb herself to him. But he wasn't going to let her do that. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bed.

He lay down on the silk blankets, his nude body in the middle of the bed.

"You can take those off now."

She stood by the side of the bed uncertainly. He'd never done anything like this before. He knew she had no idea what he had in mind. He was being cruel he knew, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. She belonged to him no matter what and she would be reminded of that.
Now.

She slid her panties down and waited. He looked her over, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. He was surprised at how aroused he was considering the mulish behavior of his bed slave.
 

"Come here Jillian."

She glanced at him, the nervousness in her eyes pulling at his heart strings. He squashed the feeling immediately. She would learn to be obedient, regardless of the cost. She was crawling up the bed beside him but he stopped her.

"That's far enough. Take me in your mouth."

She froze and looked at his stiff prick, inches from her face. Then she lowered her head and pulled him into her mouth.

"Hmmmmm... yes, that's good. Work me with your tongue."

She complied, her tongue stroking his shaft as he resisted the urge to tousle her silky hair. He put his arms behind his head. He was going to distance himself from her if that's what she wanted. Every part of him except his cock.

He moaned as Jillian performed skilled felatio on him, her lips gripping his shaft as her beautiful head moved up and down on his groin. She had really improved at this. Not that she required skill to arouse him. Her touch was enough.

"Enough. Take me inside you now."

Her eyes were adorably confused as she considered how to accomplish this. She moved above him uncertainly. He took pity on her and spelled it out.

"Straddle me."

He watched as she did as he asked, her tiny body stretched above him. He stared at her tight slit as she pressed it against the tip of his cock.

"Hmmm... yes... now hold yourself open so I can watch."

Her horrified eyes snapped to his. He stared into her eyes, making it clear that he meant what he said. Then he let his eyes drift down lazily over her lush body until he was staring at her cleft. Her fingers slid down and lifted her plump nether lips up and away. She was so small down there that it was only a small difference but the effect was incredibly erotic. She was totally exposed to him. He could see his shaft disappearing as she pressed her tight sheath down onto him.
 

"Hmmmffff... good... now you may ride me."

He stared at her juncture, knowing it would disconcert her to watch so blatantly. His hands were still behind his head as she started to move on him, her body undulating gracefully. He watched her sweet mound for a while longer before lifting his eyes to her face.

Her eyes were closed as she tried to hide her misery and her arousal as they battled within her. She hated being forced to perform for him. It was different when they made love but this was torturing her. He knew it but he didn't care.

"Open your eyes."

She whimpered for a moment before obeying him. She opened her beautiful eyes, staring out into space.

"Look at me. I want you to watch my face."

She whimpered and dragged her eyes to his face. He smiled at her coldly, then let his eyes wander back down to her slit, knowing she would see him looking at her there, owning her. She was breathing heavily now with pleasure despite her anger.

"Hmmm... you are close now, aren't you?"

She whispered something. He looked into her face again as she writhed on his cock.

"Answer me Jillian.
Are you close?
"

"Yes."

"I don't want you to finish yet. Take me in your mouth again."

She moaned as she slid off of him, kneeling between his legs. Her head lowered and rose on his cock. He was going to cum.

"Unfff... yes, hmmmm, I'm going to cum now Jillian. Pull harder... swallow..."

She sucked him harder into her mouth as his seed exploded from his shaft. She swallowed continuously as he filled her mouth again and again. He grunted as his cock jerked in her sweet warm mouth.

Finally she lifted her head from his groin and sat back on her heels. She was fighting back tears... he could tell. But he did nothing to comfort her.

He stood up and crossed the room to the table. As usual there was a bottle of wine for her and a separate one for him. He poured himself a glass from her bottle.

"This is full of aphrodisiacs, isn't it Jillian?"

She nodded, watching him. He drank the entire glass and refilled it. He walked toward her, sipping her laced wine. Her eyes widened as she absorbed the implications. He held the glass to her lips, forcing her to drink.
 

"I assume it works on men as well. I want to be fully satisfied by morning. You are up to the task aren't you?"

He let his hand slide over her body possessively as he finished the wine. She whimpered in humiliation and arousal. He still hadn't let her cum. Maybe he would keep her on the brink until morning. Then he'd hold her in his arms while she cried and begged his forgiveness. Or he begged for hers.

He put the glass down and stood in front of her.

"Make me hard again."

He was already started to revive as she slid her mouth over his shaft, her tongue delicately swirling on the tip. She needed release desperately now and it made her perform with more passion than she'd shown earlier. He groaned as he watched her bottom in the mirror on the other side of the room. It gave him an idea.

"That's enough. Get on your hands and knees. Face the mirror."

She crawled backward onto the bed and turned, on all fours. The sight of her like that made his cock twitch eagerly. Her smooth haunches gleamed in the soft light as he moved behind her, pressing the tip of his shaft into her wet slit. He groaned as he slid in, resting his hands lightly on her hips.

"Look at me Jillian. I want to see your face."

She moaned and lifted her head, staring at him in the mirror. He let his guard slip as he slid in and out of her. His eyes stared into hers desperately. He wanted her to admit that he did not treat her as his whore. Not until tonight.
 

"Do you like being treated like a whore, Jillian?"

She was grunting softly as he pushed into her harder now, forcing the breath from her lungs in short bursts.

"Answer me! Do you like being used like a whore?"

"No."

He smiled slowly and reached underneath her to lightly stroke her clit.

"Are you
sure
you don't like it?"

"Oh, oh, oh, OH!"

He groaned as her sweetness convulsed around him. He pushed through her orgasm as she squeezed him, extending her pleasure and his.

"Hmmm... yes Jillian, that's a good girl...."

He stared at her as he pounded into her now, using her body for his pleasure. She came again as he felt his cock start to pulsate, his seed exploding into her waiting womb. He leaned over her body as they both shuddered their release. Then he got up and refilled his wine.

She started to rise, her movements unsteady.

"Don't move. I'll have you again in a few moments."

She froze, her head lowered as her shoulders trembled suspiciously. She was crying.

"You may lie on your stomach."

She did as he asked, laying face down, her head turned away from him. He stared at her and into the fire as he waited for his cock to rise again. It only took a few minutes, due to the aphrodisac and the wicked thoughts he was having.

He moved behind her, covering her back with his body. He pressed his cock into her sweet hole, thrusting hard until he was fully seated. Her smooth round bottom felt incredible pressed into his stomach.

He pushed into her slow but hard, extending each stroke until he was nearly out of her body before driving back in again. He closed his eyes and let himself kiss her neck. He had been denying himself too. He let his hands stroke her buttery soft skin as his lips caressed her earlobe. Her soft sighs were like music to his ears. Perhaps they could reconcile now. Admit that they loved each other. He had told her once. But she had never told him.

He opened his eyes and looked at her in the mirror. Her face was turned to the side, trying to hide from him. She was grimacing in pain. He was hurting her. He'd used her too much, and too quickly. Again.

He froze.

"Am I hurting you Jillian?"

She whimpered, saying nothing. Her eyes were squeezed shut. He braced himself above her and pulled himself out.

"No matter. I'm tired of this little game anyway."

He stood and dressed, leaving her lying on the bed. He hated himself at that moment. But he was still so angry at her. She was all that mattered, why couldn't she see that?

"I suggest you improve your attitude tomorrow. If you need to be reminded of your position again, I am happy to do so."

He stared at her for a last moment. Then he strode to the door and left her. He paused after the door closed behind him, hearing her sobs. He had never left her like that before. He squared his shoulders and went to his room to brood.

The next morning he left her alone, not wanting to see the hurt look on her face. He already regretted his performance of the night before. He would be firm but gentle going forward. None of this was Jillian's fault. He didn't want her to be unhappy. He'd skipped lunch altogether, unwilling to sit through a meal staring at her.

He was walking with Letticia through the grounds, listening to her with one ear, when he noticed her guards were absent.
 

"I adore roses, don't you?

He looked around curiously, finally paying attention to their surroundings. They were in his mother's rose garden. Something was bothering him but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Where are your guards?"

She smiled at him coyly, but there was something dark lingering in the back of her eyes.
 

"I gave them the afternoon off."

He frowned.

"I suspect they are entertaining themselves with your pretty little whore. I told them they could."

He felt his stomach drop out of his body as he turned on her.