Her Dream Prince

by Nancy Wells

  “Before I am done with you, you will be screaming my name again and again,” Elliot whispered near her ear. “You will have no choice but to use my name. This is a promise, dear wife.” Elliot pushed her shoulders and she lay on her back. He covered her with his body and gave her a smile full of wicked intentions. “You know I never break my promises.”

  He kissed her hard on the mouth and grabbed her breasts in his palms. Emily’s hands were roaming his back while his tongue went inside her mouth. He dipped a finger in the juncture of her legs and found a copious amount of moisture. Wrapping her legs around his back, Elliot looked down at her face and pushed inside her in one powerful thrust.

  Emily gasped when a profound pleasure coursed through her body. Her brows were knitted in confusion. The discomfort from last time was not there. His member was not causing her pain.

  “It does not hurt,” she said, puzzled.

  Elliot pulled out his manhood and thrust again. “It only hurts the first time,” he rasped.

  When Emily opened her mouth to make another comment, he silenced her words with a hard kiss. He started to move inside her at a steady slow rhythm. He was making her wild with pleasure but was not pushing her off the cliff. Emily lifted her bottom off the bed to meet his thrusts and find her own release, but Elliot was not allowing it. He slowed his movements to a mild friction against her folds.

  “Stop tormenting me, Elliot,” Emily said, moaning in misery.

  Elliot changed their position in one quick motion. Emily looked down at him when the change in position laid her atop him. She was puzzled. The husband is always on top of the wife when they are having intercourse. She searched his face for answers. What did he want her to do?

  “Ride me,” he whispered and pushed at her chest until she was sitting straight on his manhood.

  Emily was already on the brink of getting her release. Elliot groaned when she moved up and came down on his manhood. Emily was not confident in the beginning but then she got the hang of it. She put her hands on his chest and moved with increasing speed. Elliot squeezed her bouncing breasts and she achieved her peak instantly.

  “Elliot!”

  Elliot held her to his chest and moved inside her hard and fast while she was still shaking from her release. Emily was repeating his name like a mantra when he prolonged her release. By the time Elliot found his own release, Emily had achieved two more intense orgasms.

  “How do you feel, Emily?”

  Elliot was still inside her while his hands were caressing her spine. Both of them were drenched in sweat and sated from their intercourse.

  “I am in heaven, Elliot,” Emily responded in a daze.

  Elliot’s chest was filled with pride when she called his name again. It made this moment more intimate and their relationship stronger. He was deep in thought, thinking about his future. It did not look as bleak as it used to. Emily was a perfect match for him. His hands were roaming her back, unaware of their trajectory. Emily became stiff when his hands touched her scars.

  “How did you get those?” he asked.

  Emily relived the moments in her mind when her aunt had beaten her with a stick. Elliot wanted to know about one moment, but these markings had been accumulated over a period of years. Once in a while, the stick would hit her so hard, her skin would break. Her aunt used to hit her for petty offenses. Emily never understood why her own relative hated her so much.

  “I will not press you for answers if you do not wish to respond,” Elliot said.

  Emily had gone stiff in his embrace. She was obviously not comfortable in answering his question. Elliot wanted to know her history but he would not force her into appeasing his curiosity. He wanted to build a future based on trust and mutual respect. He was a long way from gaining her trust. He had to work harder to gain her respect.

  “Every now and then, my aunt would hit me with her stick when I did something wrong.”

  Elliot’s mind stopped working. Emily’s words were ringing in his head. Her aunt used to brutalize her and he was unaware of it. He had imagined that she would have lived a normal life with her aunt. Apart from selling her, he never thought she would have harmed her in any way.

  “What was your wrongdoing when she hit you last time?” Elliot asked, caressing her scars.

  Emily was washing the dishes by the stream. A cup made of mud had a chipped end. She was not paying attention and when the chipped end nicked her palm, the cup fell from her hands. It broke the moment it hit a small rock. When she returned that evening, her aunt had beaten her savagely and did not give her anything to eat for dinner and lunch. The cup cost less than a shilling when they bought it, but it cost her a painful back for a long time.

  “A week before our wedding, I broke a cup.”

  Elliot wanted to go back to that cottage and punch her aunt. What kind of cruel person would do that to anyone, let alone her own niece? It was pure abuse. He recalled Shane’s words when he told him one abused person understands the pain of the other. He also realized that her aunt lied to him when she said the girl was lazy. All this time, he misjudged Emily on the basis of some lies told by her aunt. Everything she told him about her niece was a falsehood.

  “I am sorry to hear that you had a hard life. No one deserves to be mistreated in such a barbaric manner. Your aunt lied to me about your character too. I believe she wanted me to mistreat you as well.”

  Emily wanted to scream at the injustice of her life. She married the duke because her aunt told her that he would kill her if Emily did not consent to become his wife. She told her that the duke wanted to make her his mistress but she forced him into making her his wife. She claimed that she was doing this for her sake. She made her believe that she actually cared about her. All this time, her aunt had been trying to make her life more miserable by spinning lies about her to the person who might kill her.

  “What happened that day in the cottage, Elliot?” she asked. “What made you marry me?”

  This was the question he had been dreading all along. He wished he did not have to tell her about her aunt’s evil intentions. Emily would be deeply wounded if he told her that her aunt was selling her to a gambling and heartless cad.

  “You are scaring me, Elliot,” Emily looked at his face, wide-eyed. “Tell me the truth.”

  Taking a long breath, Elliot looked away from her scared eyes. He wished there was a way for him to avoid the uncomfortable issue. He was about to destroy her belief in family and close ones. He was about to ruin her perfect little world.

  “I never intended to buy you. I was on my way to my estate when I saw you among a group of girls. You looked so out of place among those people that I could not resist but ask about you. Russell and Shane mentioned that your aunt was selling you to a gambler. They told me that the person was a heartless monster. It should not have concerned me but I wanted to save that innocent girl from her cruel fate. I… I paid more than the amount the gambler was offering and your aunt handed you over to me.”

  Elliot had no idea that Emily was unaware of her aunt’s schemes. It never crossed his mind that she might be unaware of the deal her aunt made with the gambler. Elliot did not want to tell her any more details. He was sure his words had done the damage already. There was no need for her to feel more pain. There was no need for her to know that her aunt was offering her to him like a whore. Her aunt had offered him to have a taste of her if he wanted to know her worth.

  “You are hiding something from me, Elliot.” Elliot turned his face away from her. “Look me in the eyes and tell me the whole truth.”

  Emily could see the pain in his eyes. He was hiding something. Something so huge, it might bring her more pain. Her trust in her aunt was already broken. There was nothing else that could possibly hurt more than that.

  “I am begging you, Emily. Let it go. She… Emily, please, no more.”

  “Why? What are you not telling me? You saved me. You saved me from a life of cruelty and destitution. I would be still getting beate
n if it were not for you.”

  Elliot lost the battle to her. She saw him as her savior. All his hard work had finally paid off. He had wanted to save her. Finally, he could proudly declare that he had accomplished his goal.

  “Your aunt offered me to sample you in the cottage.”

  Emily foolishly believed that nothing else could bring her more pain, but she was wrong. There was a time when she had believed that she was safe as long as she remained inside the cottage. She had believed that her aunt would protect her if a miscreant decided to take liberties with her. Emily had endured physical harm at her aunt’s hands, but she always believed that her aunt would keep her safe from others. The threat of being thrown out of the cottage would always scare her. If she had known her aunt would go so far as to trade her body for a few coins, she would have left the cottage on her own. She would have been safer on the streets among the beggars than with her own flesh and blood.

  “Emily… talk to me,” Elliot said, worried at her silence.

  Emily wanted to know the whole truth. She wanted to know if the threat to her aunt’s life was real or if that was a lie too. Emily had a good reason not to trust the duke at that time. Her aunt painted him as a bastard to her. He had saved her and she had no idea about any of it.

  “You threatened to kill my aunt and then treated me with disdain in the carriage. Why?”

  Emily had to hear the truth from his lips. Otherwise, she would go mad by overthinking everything. Emily had known him only for a short time but he was a kind man. He would have never threatened her aunt to take Emily to his bed. Everything her aunt told her was a lie.

  “Emily, I never threatened to kill your aunt. When I saw you at the streams, you looked so innocent; I wanted to preserve your purity. But when your aunt told me lies about you I believed her every word, because she knew you better than I did. Emily, she was selling you to a known gambler. I had no reason to intervene but my conscience would not allow such cruelty. Now that I think about it, I believe I should have punched her for spewing vile things about her own niece.”

  Emily was astonished that a man who was capable of taking someone else’s life wanted to save her from her cruel fate. Her own family was peddling her to a degenerate gambler while a stranger came to her aid. If Elliot had not intervened, her fate would have been worse than a street harlot. Emily felt alone at that moment. She had no one to call her family. She refused to acknowledge her aunt as her family anymore. A stranger was far kinder to her than her own blood.

  Emily started to sob. The burden of her life felt heavy on her shoulders. She felt defeated. The whole world was against her. Her aunt betrayed her, her husband would never love her, Willy was not in her life anymore, the maid was rude to her, and the kind butler who called her a child was gone too.

  “Hush, now.” Elliot held her firmly against his chest. “You are safe with me. No harm will befall you.”

  Her grief was making him depressed too. He had known Sara for only two years and yet her betrayal hurt deeply. He could not imagine the depth of Emily’s pain. She was betrayed by someone who had known her since childhood. Her world must be crumbling down around her. He wished he could alleviate her suffering. She endured physical abuse all her life without making a complaint. She deserved better than being sold to a gambler or an alleged murderer.

  “I have no one, Elliot. I have no family of my own. Elliot… make me forget,” Emily said, grief-ridden. “I am not strong enough to bear this burden.”

  Elliot understood Shane’s words when he said, he had more in common with Emily than he realized. They were both alone. They were both betrayed by their loved ones and just like her, he was also damaged on the inside. To distract her from thinking about her unfortunate condition, he moved his member inside her. Elliot thought of one of the oldest tricks in history, he had to occupy her mind with sheer pleasure. He could not ask her to consider him her family but he could distract her for a few more moments.

  Emily forgot about everything else when Elliot turned their position and laid her beneath him. Pushing her one leg so far as to reach her shoulder, he entered her cunny. He went so far, Emily felt him touching her womb. She gasped when he thrust again and touched the same spot.

  “Harder, Elliot. Make me forget,” she screamed.

  Elliot kept his release at bay to prolong her pleasure. He ravaged her until every last drop of pleasure was pulled from her body and she lay limp below him. When he felt she was worn out for any further questioning, he released his seed inside her.

  Elliot was tired from his travel and the hard labor it took to distract his wife. As soon as he closed his eyes, he went to sleep.

  When Elliot awoke in the evening, his wife was not beside him. He got worried that in her grief she might do something rash. Donning his breeches in haste, he ran towards her room. The door opened on its own as soon as his hand touched it. Getting more worried, he pushed the door wide open. His head started to spin when he saw her lying on her stomach with half her torso under the bed. He rushed to her side and pulled her out by her legs.

  “What are you doing?” Emily shrieked.

  Emily was removing cobwebs from under her bed when she was pulled like a sack of potatoes by her legs. She was alarmed when she saw her husband, looking like a madman. His hair was disheveled, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he was wearing only his breeches. His forehead crinkled when he saw the dirty rag in her hands.

  “What were you doing?” he asked.

  Emily was becoming puzzled by his behavior. He was checking her body with his hands. She had no clue what he was searching for. Maybe he had a bad dream or something.

  “Cleaning my room,” she responded, perplexed.

  Elliot recalled the extra cleanliness he saw in the house and his suspicions were confirmed. Emily had worked as a maid in his absence. She was his wife, not a servant. He was thinking about punishing her for the behavior, but he knew that it was not her fault. He left her without making her clear on her duties. Emily was fragile and different than other people. She was in need of a proper education if he wanted to see her running his household like a proper duchess.

  “You scared me, Emily.” Elliot released the breath he was holding. “I was imagining the worst when I saw you on the floor.” He offered her his hand when he stood straight. “Come with me. This is a job of servants. I will supervise you in running this house.”

  Emily looked at his hand for some time and then accepted his offer. She offered him a radiant smile and they left the room hand in hand. Emily trusted him to do what was right for her. She might not have a family anymore, but the duke was striving to look after her.

  “How many people saw you without your shirt?” Emily asked, lips twitching.

  Elliot looked down at himself and smiled. When Emily had walked to her room from his study, there was no one around, but when he ran like a bull towards her room today, the whole household witnessed him in his state of undress. Nature had a strange way of exacting revenge on people.

  “Minx.”

  Elliot smacked her bottom and Emily yelped. They were standing in the corridor amidst so many onlookers, but it did not matter to him. If Emily found it funny, then he had no regrets.

  Chapter 9

  The days went by and Emily felt her life was perfect. The man she believed would kill her one day was the kindest man she had ever met. He was the perfect gentleman. Sitting alone on a garden chair, Emily was daydreaming about her husband. Elliot could be so wicked sometimes. She felt a thrill in her body as she recalled all the things he liked to do in bed. Some might call her a wanton woman for enjoying all those things, but the only thing that mattered to her was that Elliot encouraged her behavior.

  Emily had fallen in love with Elliot. He had become the center of her whole universe. There was nothing wrong with loving your own husband, but unfortunately for her, Elliot could never love her back. He had already told her that his heart could never belong to another. If she confessed her emotions
to him, he might not respond in kind.

  Apart from one maid, everyone else treated her kindly. With Elliot’s guidance, she was running the house smoothly. The maid was the only one who treated her like dirt under a rug. Elliot had given her full authority over the servants, but that maid reminded her too much of her own aunt. Emily could not bring the maid to heel. Despite the elderly maid’s warning, she was ignoring her and not confiding in her husband.

  “Good evening, Emily,” Elliot said cheerfully as he came into her view and took a seat across from her.

  His smile made her day brighter. She wanted to see the same smile on his face every moment. He looked younger and carefree when he was smiling.

  “Good evening, Elliot.” She smiled.

  Emily’s smile dimmed when she saw the maid coming towards them with a tray in hand. There were two cups on the tray along with a kettle. He intended to share tea with her.

  “I asked the cook to make us some tea. I wanted to spend some quality time with my lovely wife.”

  “How thoughtful of you, husband.” Emily mimicked his tone and Elliot glared at her in mock anger.

  Emily leaned away from the maid when she bent to put the tray down. Emily was not comfortable in such close proximity to her. Emily plastered a fake smile on her face when she looked at Elliot. He was observing her behavior with the eyes of a hawk.

  The maid poured tea in both cups. She offered Elliot a cup but ignored Emily. The maid had not accepted her as her superior. Elliot was waiting for Emily to speak up. He did not like the fake smile on her face. The dishonesty in her behavior was reminding him of Sara, which was unacceptable to him.

  “Emily, I have a private matter to discuss with you. Kindly, accompany me to your room.”

  Emily was more than happy to escape the presence of the maid. She followed him to her room without objection. When Elliot bolted the door shut, she got worried. This did not seem like a good omen to her. Elliot did not seem in a good mood. His face was devoid of emotions.