Blackmail was such an ugly word, Jasper Frost thought, as he soaked in the bath at his apartment. However, he had already decided he really had no choice but to blackmail the Princess. The actions from last night, his unprofessional conduct, meant that in less than a week he would be out of a job, his work visa revoked; dumped back in Vegas before he had time to spin, and that was after a lengthy prison sentence.

In the grand scheme of things, he had not or ever wanted to unleash that side of him again. Growing up with a family of grifters, he had known from a very early age how to manipulate situations to his advantage. That 'Jasper 'had used everyone and anyone he came into contact with, to get to the place, where he needed to go. A near fatal beating and disbandment from his family, and he had left that Jasper behind in Nevada. That was until that spoilt little bitch had brought it out of him again.

As he soaked, all he could think about was her, the Princess - his princess. The woman was like no other he had ever met. Princess Eleanor intrigued him, it wasn't that she was a stunning beauty, sure she was pleasing to his eye, but that was not it. It was not her body either. How he studied her curves and bumps long before he had ever touched it. He knew all about the Princess because he had loved her most of his life.

Growing up in Nevada with an ex-show girl mother and a con man father was anything but a joy for Jasper and his younger sister. Money was always a factor, his parents made good money, but his father gambled more that he drank, leaving not much for the other members of the family. Jasper knew hunger before he knew shame. Even when he got into his teens and things were rougher with his parents frequent incarceration he always had two things. The British princess who always looked so different from her family like he did from his, and the fact he was going to make something in life, and it was not by scamming anyone else. He could not remember where he had first seen her, it must have been the news when the Royal family came to America nearly a decade ago, and stayed at the white house and the princess had snuck out and got caught dancing in a nightclub. When the opportunity came up to work for the Royal family and to be her security detail, he took it. Ted Price had given him a chance like he said he would, and he would not let Ted down.

Jasper came out of the bath and surveyed himself in the mirror. He was a handsome man, coupled with a bad boy persona that women went crazy for. He knew his looks had opened many doors for him, as women just found him easy to look at. He also was good in the sac, he had learned many things, from Vegas's ladies of the night. They had taken the young grifter under their wings, he was young and hot, with an acute understanding of the female body, and super human endurance.

Jasper had inherited his good looks and sense of style, from his grifter. His personality was all him, and he was so good at being bad. His designer stubble made him even sexier, as did those eyebrows what he thought was his best feature. Many women were mesmerized by his eyes, which were so blue and so piercing. Many women thought that was his best feature, along with his smile that he rarely used, because, he preferred his devilish grin. He knew he was sexy oozing charisma, yet around her, especially on their first meeting he had been a hot mess. And last night he was not much better.

The Princess was in for a shock, because the Jasper Frost that had left her bed a few hours ago was different from the one returning.

The Princess had spent most of the day pampering and preening herself and getting her jewellery appraised. Her grandmother had always told her to be ready, and if she had to sell it to pay off her blackmailing bodyguard, then she would. That is, if he wanted money for the tape, he hadn't said he wanted money but it was always best to be prepared.

Jasper was a wolf in sheep's clothing, smirking as he told her that he taped them together. He had surprised her, she had thought that he was a bumbling English bodyguard who would be grateful for her advances, and instead she had gotten an enigma.

Who he was and where he came from was a mystery to her.

The mystery had not been outside her door when she had opened it that morning, it had been a big oaf of a man who stood there blocking her path. Initially she had thought he had been found out and sacked, but as the day wore on she realised he had the day off. The sunset came and went and still there was no sign of Jasper. She smoked but could not get high on the drugs. At the moment it did nothing for her. She felt nothing. When she had given up hope in walked Jasper, she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"What time do you call this bodyguard?" she asked lolling on the bed. Her best defence was to try and pretend that nothing happened and hope he would do the same. She was the Princess for Christ sake and he was only her bodyguard. But God did he look hot.

"I don't think you're in any position to make any threats, your highness," He said down on the chair and looked over at the drinks. It had been a long day and he needed a bit of Dutch courage to negotiate the terms of the blackmail.

"So, do you want cash for the tape?" The Princess got up and slinked (what are you trying to say here? Slithered, sashayed? Have a think again) towards him. She looked hot in a black shorts and a vest top. The Princess would look hit in a bin bag he thought as he watched her come towards him.

"What I want right now is a drink, scotch on the rocks," Eleanor snorted and put her hands on her hips.

"I beg your pardon,"

"Sco-tch o-n t-he r-oc-ks, now!" he annunciate, and while he spoke is face showed no signs of movement, nothing. The Princess did not argue but moved to fix him a drink, his tone sent shivers down her spine and she knew she had to keep him sweet just long enough to see how this whole blackmail tryst would play out.

As she walked towards him, the ice clinked in the glass, and she stood directly in front of him. He took the drink and gulped it down and put it on the table. He stood up close to Eleanor he could smell her shampoo, he had seen that she had polished herself, pampered herself.

"I don't want your money Princess," Jasper said, his voice never raised above a whisper.

Jasper had not taken his eyes off her since he had come into her room. He had wanted to call what happened the day before a drunken mistake, but seeing her he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to blackmail her, but he didn't seem he had a choice. He knew the feelings he had were not about him keeping his job, neither was he deterred by the threat of a potential prison sentence, he just had to have her. Had it been any other woman on the planet he would have chosen a different course of action, but this was the Princess of England.

Eleanor had money, status and power, and was used to calling the shots. Well not in this relationship. In this bedroom he was the king, and she was his to do with, what he wanted. He just had to let her know this.

"So what do you want, body guard?" her tone was searching as she stood her ground. Jasper could not take his eyes off her body, the micro shorts she wore, rode up even higher. He liked this look, Eleanor was super casual today, and she didn't have on her usual heavy makeup, opting instead for a fresh clean face.

"You to fix me another drink,' he said in his American drawl. "you remember what I drink, Scotch on the rocks,' she scoffed at him again.

"I don't think so bodyguard,' she spat her hands on her hips. "I'm the Princess so you fix me a drink,' Jasper coolly reached inside his jacket and took out his phone. He didn't say a word but dangled it in front of her. Eleanor rolled her eyes, and grudgingly went and fixed him his second drink. The sound of the ice clinking was the only sound in the room, the two people in the room were both choosing not to talk. Eleanor handed him the thick crystal glass again he gulped the alcohol down. This was his last stop for the evening and he wanted to unwind. He handed her back the glass and signalled with her head to get him another, of course she protested and threw another strop. In fact she ignored him totally, and went back to sit on her bed.

The silence was awkward and when she looked over at him, he ignored her motioning for her to get him another drink. He knew it would not be an overnight thing. He would not let her get away with anything. The Princess came and stood in front of him, she didn't care if he was a man, and she was a Godamm princess.

"I don't think so bodyguard,' she repeated for the umpteenth time. Jasper just got up and stood in front of her again, this time her arms were folded, and she was red faced and angry. He was so stoic and commanding, Eleanor was finding his stance so sexy. It was those steel blue eyes and that mouth. He was only millimetres away she could smell his cologne, she took a step back before her body betrayed her. He took a step forward, not giving her any breathing space. Eleanor took another step back, as she did he followed her, and soon she was pinned by the bed. He smirked, as she had nowhere else to go.

"You asked me what I wanted Princess,' He whispered and it sent chills up and down her spine. His hand shot up and he pulled her by the shorts to him. There was no way she was giving in without a fight, so she slapped him hard across the face.

Jasper reacted by pushing her hard onto the bed. He had tried to do this the nice way, to seduce her, to let her see that he wasn't all bad, she had pushed his last button.

"Are you going to rape me Jasper? " She asked not moving.

"No,' he replied while removing his jacket. "But I am going to fuck you." Eleanor's body shot up and they came face to face with each other. Eleanor was full of venom, how dare he talk to her like that.

"I don't think so,' she spat, she went to slap him again but he held her wrists together. She wiggled but he was a lot stronger than her. He lay her down on the bed and kneeled on her chest. He didn't hurt her but applied enough pressure to incapacitate her. His hand still holding her he took his tie and tied her hands up together, she struggled but it was in vain. He fixed himself another drink, gulped that and made his way back to the bed.

"Now I have your full attention,' Jasper began "I will tell you how this is going to play out, your mine.' The Princess nearly choked did she hear right did her bodyguard just tell her she was his. "I am going to fuck you, when where and how I want, I call the shots,' she scoffed again, all this was so amusing. Once she was free she would push that panic button and Jasper would be locked up never to be seen again. Sod the video, she was a princess, with money status and power.

Jasper began to play with the hem of her shorts and she in turn tried to kick him. He was too strong for her and she was still tied up, in a minute he had her shorts off but still she struggled. Eleanor looked so gorgeous in her black underwear, all tied up. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't instead his finger's parted her panties and begins to caress her clitoris. The Princess face began to turn beet red from both embarrassment and arousal. His fingers spread her labia, which suddenly become moist and ready, and Eleanor curses the unconscious reaction to being fondled there. He smirked a devilish grin, as he spreads the flesh lips and teased her cleft. As Eleanor breath became fast and hot, and then the moaning started.

Jasper had the touch of an expert, his fingers begin to swirl around and her moaning was turning him on. The Princess was so wet and so horny, and clearly enjoying it because she spread her legs wider. He slipped another finger in her, going deeper and deeper, whilst pressing down on her lower abdomen. Eleanor felt it probe her sweet spot, and she slammed her lips together as her legs start to shake and shiver. He rubbed his thumb against her button as he repeatedly caressed, stroked and penetrated her. The Princess face gets tight and he knows she is close.

"Jasper," she stammers breathlessly, her hips bucking in spasms from the overpowering sensations.

"I know baby,' is all he replies as he goes deeper. His fingers are stuffed into her and her hips begin to move slowly to aid him in his efforts to bring her off. Her hands are tied so she cannot grip the sheets as she feels the inevitable explosion rapidly approaching. Then the climax – hard, fast, and sudden. Eleanor gasps out in shock and almost whimper with frustration as his hand withdraws from her wet, soiled panties, his hand smelt of her unique scent.

"You are mine, if I show the video' he whispered flopping down next to her on the bed. He untied her, he had expected a physical attack but she just laid there, spasmodic sensations coursing through her body. Eleanor could not speak, or move, or respond, she lay there wet in her own juices wondering if he could do it again.