Royally Trained

by Diana Ames

  Mellissandra didn’t understand what that was all about, but her thoughts were racing, making her head ache. She looked toward the food on the bedside table. It did not look appealing; in fact, it made her a little nauseous. She took the tray and put it on the table against the wall. She decided to lie down on the bed first, and then she would eat and bathe later. Right now, she felt as though she were going to collapse.

  Within moments of settling herself on the large bed, Mellissandra was asleep.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Damian was sitting in front of the fire with a bottle of whiskey. He threw back another shot and hissed as it burned his throat. He just hoped that the burning would ease the ache in his chest.

  Half of him couldn’t wait to get his hands on the redhead, so he could mold her and teach her how to please a dominant man. The other half of him was dreading the training because once she was ready, he would have to turn her over to the prince. He tried to tell himself it was only because the prince was a cruel man and a creature as beautiful and sensual as the redhead shouldn’t be broken but cherished. But he knew that was only half of the truth. The full truth was that Damian wanted her for himself, and turning her over to any other man was going to eat away at his soul.

  He took a deep breath and threw back another shot. The whiskey wasn’t working to dull his thoughts; in fact, it was only making him think of her more. The thought of going to her now and ruining her was becoming more appealing. He needed a distraction.

  Rising to his feet, he left the room to find himself a woman for the night. He would need to find release before he began her training, and maybe, just maybe, another woman in his bed would help him forget the redhead for a few hours.

  ***

  Damian looked around the sex club at the women on display. He’d helped train most of the women here, so he knew any one of them could satisfy his sexual needs. His eyes traveled around the dimly lit room again. He needed something more than sexual release tonight. He needed a distraction and an outlet for his frustrations. His eyes stopped on a woman chained to the wall. Perfect.

  He confidently strode over to the woman. Stopping in front of her, he took in her appearance. Her dark hair was pulled back into a long braid. Her black leather corset put her breasts and nipples on display while her legs were garbed in silk stockings held up by a leather garter belt. A clamp around her waist held her to the wall. Her feet were resting on pegs, and her ankles were likewise bound. Her arms were clamped above her head. The table beside her held various floggers, whips, candles, and toys for her pleasure and his.

  No words were spoken between them as their eyes met. The woman lowered her head in submission, ready to accept whatever he dished out. He picked up a padded flogger and ran it over the outside of her thigh. When he reached her hip, he lightly tapped the gentle swell. She didn’t make a sound. He stroked her again with the flogger, passing it over her breasts and down the other hip. He swatted her inner thigh, harder this time. Again, she made no sound. She has been trained well.

  He returned the flogger to its place on the table and then slid his hand between her legs. Her pussy hair was trimmed neatly but not shaved bald. He found hair sexy, and feeling the moist curls under his hand hardened his cock. He slipped his fingers inside her to find her drenched.

  Damian picked up the red pillar candle on the table and blew it out, knowing the wax would remain liquid for several minutes. Slipping his hand behind her back, he forced her to arch and push out her breasts. He pinched one nipple, and as it responded to his experienced touch he drizzled hot wax over it. A small moan escaped her throat, and it pleased him.

  As the hot wax solidified over her nipple, Damian bent down and took the other one into his mouth. He bit down roughly and then suckled the hurt away. He knew she was enjoying what he was doing to her; she couldn’t hide her body’s response. However when Damian’s eyes flicked to the red wax, his thoughts flew back to the red hair he longed to tunnel his fingers through.

  Reaching up abruptly, Damian released the woman from the wall and pushed her down to her knees. His body was responding to the stimuli even if his mind was far away. He unbuttoned his pants and allowed his erect manhood to spring free. When the woman reached for him, Damian jerked her back by her braid.

  “No hands,” he growled at her.

  The woman leaned forward and took his length between her lips. Damian shoved himself farther down her throat, punishing her mouth. As she sucked hard, he groaned and began to gyrate against her face.

  Her tongue teased him; and he gave in to the images in his head, picturing the defiant redhead. He imagined her on her knees in supplication, her tongue teasing and torturing him, with her long red braid in his hand. With one last thrust into the woman’s mouth, he came, groaning.

  Damian’s senses returned to him as he looked down at the braid in his hand. He shoved the woman off him and turned away from her. Fastening his pants, he motioned to a man in the corner to finish what he’d started with the woman. Without looking back, he strode out of the club.

  ***

  Prince Anton looked at the blonde tied face down on his bed. She was a beauty, so naturally submissive, her skin so virgin—soft and untouched. He could barely contain his glee at being the first to mark her.

  “What are you called, woman?” he asked in a falsely soft voice.

  “Jenalynn,” she replied, her voice muffled from his bed.

  “Fair one, it suits you,” the prince responded.

  He moved to stand beside the big canopy bed. He’d always found it frilly and womanly, but it had its advantages. The heavy posts were used to hold the canopy of curtains that were strong enough to bind a woman and withhold her struggles. The curtains could also be closed, so anyone entering the room would be none the wiser to what was happening in his bed. Although, it wasn’t like he cared if the servants saw the blood and other body fluids that often graced his sheets; after all, they had to clean up the mess.

  Prince Anton ran his hand down the smooth skin of Jenalynn’s pale back. The anticipation was too much for his already thin control. He gave her buttocks two hard slaps, and the sound was music to his ears. The red palm prints staining her plump cheeks made his cock twitch.

  Stepping away from the bed, he stripped his clothing. There’s no sense in ruining the fine fabric. He opened the chest at the foot of his bed and pulled out his cat o’ nine tails. It was time to get serious about his domination.

  ***

  Jenalynn was frightened. She knew she was applying to be the prince’s submissive, and when he’d taken her from the interview room, she had felt elated. Silently leading her down a hall, he escorted her into the finest room she’d ever seen. The room was twice the size of her entire apartment. Her feet sank into the lush black carpet blanketing the floor. A fireplace occupied the entire wall in front of the huge canopy bed. There were two other doors, one on each side of the fireplace, and floor-to-ceiling curtains hung along the back wall.

  Before she’d had a chance to explore the room or even inquire if this room would be hers, Jenalynn was thrown onto the bed and bound face down. When the prince had asked her name, she’d been soothed for a moment. Then, she felt his hand fall on her bare bottom, and it had nothing to do with pleasure.

  “You will call me Master and only speak when I directly ask you a question. If you scream or cry out, you will be punished.” His voice was harsh now.

  Jenalynn shivered.

  “You will be referred to as slave. That is all you will answer to. If I find you clinging to your prior name, you will be punished. Do you understand what I’ve told you, slave?”

  Jenalynn was too stunned to speak. She lay with her face between two pillows as silent tears made paths down her cheeks. Crack! Jenalynn screamed out, her back feeling like it had been set on fire.

  “That was just a warning,” he said. “I will ask you again. Do you understand what I’ve told you, slave?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her throat swe
lling with emotion and pain.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Three consecutive strokes from the painful whip landed against her tender flesh. Jenalynn swallowed the screams threatening to overtake her. She knew that if she let them out she would never contain them again.

  “Yes, what?” he demanded.

  “Yes, Master.”

  ***

  Damian went straight to the training room after his interlude at the club. He was disgusted with himself. He’d never left a woman unsatisfied before, yet he couldn’t bring himself to finish. He couldn’t figure out why this one woman was sticking in his head. Perhaps it was time to find a new line of work or a new employer.

  He unlocked the doors that were locked only for the submissive’s protection, not to keep her prisoner. The women came of their own free will. Although, once they were selected, they didn’t leave until the prince was finished with them. Of course, when Damian had accepted this assignment, it was supposed to be one woman, the woman the prince would marry. But the prince often abused women until they were unable to copulate, let alone produce an heir. And then, the search would begin again.

  When Damian entered the room, he noticed the woman asleep on the bed. She was completely naked. Washed in the light from the fireplace, her fair coloring stood out on the black sheets. The fire red hair that had tormented his thoughts for the past few hours was spread out like a blanket over her back.

  He stood in silence, just watching her sleep. She was on her side with her back facing him. He could see movement with each breath she took. When she rolled over onto her back, Damian held his breath, afraid she was waking. He wanted to just watch her and gaze at her beauty for a while. After a moment, when it was apparent that she was still sleeping, he released his breath.

  He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her deep burgundy nipples. His mouth watered as he focused on her slightly puckered peaks. When he forced his eyes away from her perfectly round breasts, he found himself feasting on the sight of her ginger curls. The yearning in his belly nearly brought him to his knees. He wanted to bury his face between her legs to feel those springy hairs against his cheeks as his tongue parted her folds and brought her pleasure.

  Damian compelled his body to turn from her in an attempt to get his raging erection under control. It was then that he saw the untouched tray of food. He frowned. Why hasn’t she eaten? He knew the food had been placed here just after the interviews had begun, so it would be spoiled by the time she woke up.

  Now, he had his reason to wake her. She must eat. She would need strength for her training; and after her training was complete, she would need an iron will for her life.

  ***

  Prince Anton took in the bloody sight before him. Her cries and screams had egged him on, encouraging him to strike out again and again until he’d beaten the slave into unconsciousness. Looking down at himself, he was glad he’d removed his clothing. Not only did he have blood spatters on him, but he’d also come with her last scream. He’d never even gotten his cock close to her virginal holes.

  Striding to the bathing chamber, he paused only to push the intercom and demand a cleaning crew. He entered the shower and turned the water to its hottest setting even though he knew it would hurt like the Devil himself were touching him. He had to be clean. He had to get the mess off of him.

  Picking up the scrub brush he kept in the shower stall, he doused it with cleanser and began scrubbing his bloody chest. By the time he was finished, he felt raw and bruised, but he also felt clean. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he had to feed the beast and sully himself again.

  Back in his bedroom, Prince Anton found the woman still lying on his bed, her blood staining his sheets. He roared with rage at the defiance of his cleaning crew.

  “Sire,” a timid voice said. Two young men, barely old enough to have whiskers, stood in one corner of the room. “We had to call for medical. We can’t rouse her.”

  The prince glared at the men for a moment, and then he stormed out of the room before his temper took over. He hoped the woman lived. He had yet to defile her pure body and break her barrier.

  ***

  Damian crossed the room and picked up the tray of old food. What was meant to be cold was warm, and what was meant to be hot was cold. All in all, it was unappetizing. He carried the tray out of the room, locked the door behind him, and then headed to the kitchen to get her fresh food. Just as he set the tray down, a maid came running over to him.

  “Teacher,” she panted, out of breath. “Please come quickly.” She tugged his arm frantically.

  “What is it, girl?” Damian demanded impatiently. He wanted food for his redhead. He needed to get back to her.

  “The prince…the woman.” She gulped under Damian’s fierce stare. “Please hurry.”

  She tugged again, and this time, Damian followed her. She was running, but Damian’s long stride easily kept pace. He didn’t try to speak to her again. It was obvious she was in no condition to give him the answers he needed.

  The maid stopped in front of the prince’s chambers. It was at that moment when Damian remembered the blonde. He’d forgotten about her completely in his distress over the fact that the prince had chosen the redhead.

  “Oh shit,” Damian muttered under his breath. He knew whatever he was about to walk into was going to be bad. “You may go,” Damian told the maid. “Say nothing of this to anyone.”

  As the maid scurried down the long hallway, Damian took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside the room was a blood bath. The bed and canopy drapes were so saturated they looked black. There was an unmoving mound in the center of the mattress.

  Four sets of distressed eyes belonging to young men unaccustomed to such brutality flew to Damian as he entered the room. The clean team had been formed to solely take care of messes like these, although this one was certainly the worst by far. It was only years of self-discipline and a spine of solid steel that kept Damian’s gag reflex in check.

  He felt responsible for the brutalized body on the bed. If he hadn’t been so caught up in his own desires, he would have remembered the blonde, and then he could have stopped the prince from taking her before she was trained. Although tonight or three weeks from now, brutalized was brutalized, but he still felt like he could have done something.

  Damian walked slowly over to the bed. He had to know if the woman was breathing. He was horrified even further when he realized that no one had bothered to untie her.

  “Clean team,” he shouted, “why haven’t you released this woman?”

  “T…t…teacher, we weren’t sure we should move the, uh…body,” one young man stuttered. “We don’t want to disturb the crime scene.”

  “She’s dead?” Damian asked to no one in particular.

  “We weren’t sure,” the other young member of the clean team replied. “We called out to her, but she did not rouse. She hasn’t moved a muscle since we’ve been here.”

  “She lives,” one of the medical crew told him stoically. “We don’t know for how long…” His voice trailed off.

  It was obvious he didn’t believe the young woman would make it much longer.

  “If she’s not dead, this is not a crime scene,” Damian told them. “She came here of her own volition to be a sexual submissive to the prince. She has given herself over to his will. However, it is cruel to keep her tied face down in this condition. For all we know, she may not be getting enough oxygen in her current position while unconscious. You all are making it worse!”

  All four of the men rushed to the woman’s side and released the bindings. She was in bad shape. Her back was still oozing blood. The wounds were so deep that they hadn’t scabbed over yet. Her long blonde hair was even stained.

  “Get her transported to the medical wing of the castle immediately,” Damian told them. “Only allow Dr. Gilly to treat her. Tell the medical staff that Dr. Gilly and I are the only ones to have access to this woman. Then, clean this mess up.” Damian turned to head out of the room. �
��Speak of this to no one,” he told them without turning around.

  There was no doubt in his mind that his orders would be followed.

  ***

  Damian found the prince in his office, sipping scotch and staring out the window. He didn’t acknowledge Damian’s lack of protocol as he just walked in. Damian poured himself a drink and then sat in the chair next to the prince.

  “She still lives,” Damian told him.

  “Notify me when she can return to my bed,” the prince said.

  “Anton?” Damian asked incredulously.

  “I did not take her purity. I want it as soon as she is able.” The prince calmly gave his orders, not looking at Damian.

  Damian, however, stared slack-jawed at the prince. The man had nearly murdered a woman who, at this moment, might still die, and all he could talk about was taking her purity. Damian vowed to himself that the prince would not get his hands on the blonde again or any other woman if Damian had his way. As for the blonde, Damian would protect her with his life, promising himself to do what he’d failed once already. He threw back the rest of his scotch and stood to leave.

  “Keep me apprised of this situation,” the prince said.

  Damian did not reply as he left the room.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Mellissandra woke up to a chill in the air. As she sat up slowly, shaking her head to clear the fuzziness, the previous day’s events came rushing back to her. Shivers ran down her bare back as she thought about the horror of being examined and then the strange warm feelings that followed as the man’s fingers stroked her inside and out. Mellissandra wasn’t sure if the shivers were because she’d felt violated or because she had enjoyed the violation.