Chosen By The Prince (12 page)

He held her in his arms for the rest of the night, taking her twice more and stroking her to completion several times in between. Her restlessness continued till dawn. Tomorrow he would make sure they didn't drug her this way again. Tomorrow he'd tell them to stop the contraceptive. He lowered his head to her breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth.

Tomorrow.

The Prince's Patience

The Prince

The Prince ran his hands over Jillian's soft skin. She murmured in her sleep and he froze, hoping she would speak. It had been over two months since his pleasure slave had been returned to his keeping, and she had yet to utter even one word.

It was early morning. He had time to have her once more before the day began. As usual, he felt the need for her rising in him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Wake up, my Pet."

She rolled over and smiled up at him. He was coming to know her moods now, even without the benefit of speaking. She was a different person than she'd been before the accident, more innocent and with less of her stubborn pride. He kept hoping she would regain her old spirit, but he had to admit her lack of resistance to his desires was hard to complain about. Even without the aphrodisiacs, she did whatever he wanted without a moments thought.

"Open."

She slid her thighs apart, staring up at him adoringly. Her beautiful body was nude and her nipples thrust upward toward him, perpetually hard from the creams they applied to her skin. He'd insisted that she not be drugged with stimulants or contraceptives anymore, but the groomers had their own tricks. He hadn't bothered to stop those, especially since they were so delightful.

He lowered his lips to her luscious globes, licking and sucking her nipples into his mouth. His hand wandered to her inner thigh, making lazy circles on her tender flesh. He used the lightest of touches, making her squirm in her need. He'd had her twice already the night before, this time he intended to take his time.

"Jillian, can you say my name?"

She blinked at him, her need battling with her confused state. She'd lost her memory and ability to speak. He kept trying though, hoping he could bribe her into remembering with pleasure. The old Jillian would be annoyed with his teasing but now she just whimpered and rocked her hips, striving to bring her cleft closer to his fingers.

He smiled at her and kissed the frown marring her lovely forehead.
 

"Shhhhh, it's alright. It doesn't matter love."

He took her mouth in a passionate kiss and let his finger slide up and down her nether lips. She was so wet already. She was the perfect concubine, the perfect mate. Her beautiful body responded to him so quickly and she was without any of the maidenly shyness she'd had before. He'd loved making her blush though.
 

He moaned as his finger slid into her sweet well. Her eyes closed and she started circling her hips as he pleasured her at his own pace. His finger moved in and out slowly, keeping her on the brink. Finally he withdrew and leaned over her.

Her eyes opened, imploring him without words to give her release. He couldn't tear his eyes from her as she thrashed desperately on the bed. With a groan, he sunk into her, his shaft stretching her tight opening wide. He eased in gradually as always, she was such a small girl, he never wanted to hurt her and he knew he was larger than most men. Not to mention being almost two feet taller than her.

Her wet warmth held him snugly as he started to move. His chest hair brushed her nipples with each long, slow thrust. She started making the sweet sounds she always made when she was close to climaxing. That, at least, was the same.

He held her in his arms as he picked up his pace, surprised at his own urgency. Would he ever get enough of her? It was doubtful, even if she never regained her memory or sharp wit. His hips flexed rapidly as he felt her body convulse around his manhood, pulling him deeper. He groaned as he felt his seed start to erupt from his cock head.
 

"Oh god! Unffff!"

His essence poured out of him and into his precious pet as she tossed her head wildly beneath him. He thrust into her again and again until he was spent. He rolled to the side, bringing her with him, still inside. He didn't want to leave her sheath an instant sooner than necessary.

Their bodies cooled as he let his hand slide up and down her back to her rounded bottom. He grasped her there, wondering if his seed would take hold this time. Or perhaps it already had.

Maximilian was preparing documents with his father when he heard the sound of his guards running. He stood and faced the door to the study as it slammed open.

"Your highness!"

"Yes?"

"It's your Sofriquette. She cannot be calmed. We've called for the doctor but-"

He cursed and ran past them, shouting as he ran.

"Where?"

"The courtyard by the barracks."

That's where it had happened. Oh god.

The guards ran with him as they ran out of the castle and around toward the barracks. A small archway separated the two courtyards. That's where the soldiers from Haight had attacked her. Had tried to-
 

He pushed the thought aside as he saw her. His sweet Jillian was pressed against the wall with a dagger held out in front of her. She looked wild, with her hair in disarray and tears streaming down her face. She looked terrified- and angry. She looked aware.

She remembered.

"Jillian?"

"Max?"

She knew better than to call him that. But as children she had delighted in flaunting convention and often teased him with the nickname. Still, the sound of her voice was music to his ears.

"Shhhh- it's alright Pet. Put the knife down. No one will hurt you."

"They- they had a blade. And they-"

"I know. But they aren't here. That was a long time ago."

"It was?"

"Yes. Please Jillian. The knife."

She looked down at her hand as if surprised to see she held a weapon. She let it slip from her fingers to the ground. He ran forward and gathered her into his arms.
 

"Shhhhh, it's alright. Come inside with me."

He led her back inside the castle and back to her chamber. Her maids scurried to bring food and drink. He also sent for the doctor.

He sat in the chair by the fireplace and held her on his lap. She had her face pressed against his chest. He knew she was hiding from him.

"Jillian, do you remember what happened to you?"

She nodded, her face rubbing against his shoulder.

He smiled and continued to stroke her soothingly.

"Look at me."

She sighed and lifted her face begrudgingly. His smile widened, seeing her stubbornness returning before his eyes.

"No one will ever hurt you again. I promise you."

She looked down and away, biting her lip.

"Jillian."

He grabbed her chin and lifted it, staring into her eyes. There was something there. Shame.

"Do you believe me?"

"Yes, your highness."

"How do you feel? Does your head hurt?"

"No. your highness. I'm- I'm fine."

"Good. I've been beside myself worrying about you. For much longer than you know."

She looked away, being disobedient again. He'd have to get used to that side of her again. It was always stimulating to match wits with her. He grinned happily.

"I'm glad to have my spoiled little brat back."

Her eyes flared at him indignantly but she said nothing. She was smarter than that. She'd never flagrantly break the rules. He laughed.

"Go on, I know you are holding something back."

She shook her head 'no.' He squeezed her hips.

"Jillian. Do I as I say. Tell me."

She inhaled sharply. She hated being told what to do. Especially since she had no choice whatsoever.

"What is the matter?"

"I know time has passed. We've been continuing on as before but to me-"

"Yes?"

"To me... It's yesterday."

He closed his eyes. Of course. The past few months and the six she'd spent in the nunnery must be a faint blur to her. In her mind, she'd just been attacked and he'd- oh god.
 

Her cheeks were burning as he stared down at her. He knew she was remembering the night he had punished her. He'd used her roughly and without care for her feelings or pride. He'd been trying to make a point of course. He hadn't meant it. But the next day...

"Jillian. I didn't mean what I said that night. I didn't mean any of it. I was angry."

She nodded, looking down and away.

"I've been spending every night making it up to you. I'll never use you like that again. Do you remember?"

She nodded again.

"Yes, but it's hazy. It feels like it's all been happening to someone else."

He pulled her into his chest again.

"We'll talk of this more sweeting. But for now I want you to rest. You can skip eating in the dining hall today. The doctor will be here soon and we'll hear what he has to say."

He unlocked her collar, setting it aside.

"What of-"

She stopped short, chewing her lip again. He sighed. It was really like playing a game of cat and mouse with her.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. It's not my place to ask."

He gripped her chin again.

"Jillian."

"I was just wondering what had become of your bride?"

He smiled grimly.

"She's gone. For good."

"Oh."

He could feel her wanting to ask him a million questions but she was right, it wasn't her place. She was there to serve him. The future queen was of little concern to her, even though the woman could make her life a living hell if she so chose to. Little did she know, he had decided not to marry for exactly that reason.

The door opened then and the doctor stepped in. There would be time to deal with all of this later.

The next week was spent nurturing Jillian's memory. He allowed some of her friends from before to visit her. The silly little debutants she used to surround herself with paled in comparison to his lush concubine as he watched them walk through the gardens. Her mother also came, though that visit left Jillian in a strange mood. At night he came to her and took her but it was different.

Something had changed.
 

The Prince could see that even though her body responded to his, she was not content. He told himself it would change in time. She'd been through so much. Surely he couldn't blame her for harboring resentment towards him for it. But he found himself resisting the urge to punish her for her reticence. He had to tease her body relentlessly into giving him the wild release he'd come to crave from her.

Finally he asked for her to be given aphrodisiacs again, starting tonight. He felt a little guilty about it, but he would get what he wanted from her. He was determined.

He came to collect his pet for dinner. She stood at the window, wearing a gown of shimmering crimson. As usual, it hung low on her back, leaving little to the imagination. He felt his loins tighten in appreciation for her beauty. She turned and he saw the stubborn tilt of her chin.
 

"Come."

She was obedient as always. She crossed the room to him, her head held high. He looked her over, unsmiling this time. Her beauty seemed to taunt him, as it had before he'd claimed her for himself. Finally he lifted the chain and attached it to her collar. He saw her watching as he wrapped the gold chain and leather strap around his hand.
 

She followed the guards through the castle, her back ramrod straight. He watched her with narrowed eyes. Perhaps some sort of lesson was called for after all. If she only knew what he had gone through for her, what he had sacrificed. He couldn't give her that kind of power.

But he could take it away.

Tonight, he would chain her. He'd use the cuffs made to restrain her in any position for his pleasure. Tonight he'd make her admit her desire for him. She would tell him she loved him tonight. Tell him she cared.

The Prince's Command

Jillian

Jillian sat at the table with Sephina, slowly eating and drinking her sparse meal. The familiar taste of aphrodisiacs was back in her food. She frowned, wondering about the change. Sephina attempted to cajole her but Jillian's mood was bleak, as it had been since she woke from her amnesia.
 

This was her life. Forever.

She hated it.

It wasn't the Prince who she despised. She knew she cared for him, wanted him, maybe even more than that. He'd awoken her body to the pleasures of making love with him, and she craved his touch. But she wanted it to be her choice.

The thought of watching him marry another would be unbearable. She couldn't go through it again. Not that she had a choice.

She was so lost in her own inner turmoil that she missed the dark looks she was getting from the Prince. Sephina put her hand over hers.

"He's upset."

"What?"

"I am afraid that something is very wrong, my dear."

Just then the servers placed a small chocolate cake in front of Jillian. The last time they had given her this dessert, she'd been unable to control her raging desire for the Prince, unable to be satisfied all night long. It was laced, overfull of aphrodisiacs. Why had they given it to her again?

She shuddered and looked up at the Prince. He was rubbing his finger across his wineglass. Sephina was right. He looked angry.

"Oh dear."

"I can't- I-"

Jillian was whispering but the sound of desperation was clear in her voice. Sephina's hand came down on hers, squeezing her hard.

"You must."

Jillian closed her eyes and whimpered.

"You remember then?"

She nodded.

"I remember this cake and what it did to me. Oh god."

"Be strong. You know you have no choice."

Jillian nodded and opened her eyes. She reached for her fork and slowly began to eat the cake. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as she felt the effects take hold almost immediately. Warmth flooded her body, centering between her legs. She moaned, resisting the urge to grind herself into the chair. She'd barely scratched the surface of the cake.