Jasper had not reached very far before he was being summoned back to the Princess's rooms. There was no real explanation of why he should return, just her garbled, sexy voice. The only coherent thing she said was that he was to come back right now! At that instant, he truly hated the Princess, the spoilt little bitch and her snooty friends.
'What possibly could they want now?' He thought as he ambled through the palace, he was a bodyguard, not a maid. He did not take him long to reach his destination, and he was so pissed by then that he did not bother to knock ,but opened the double doors and strolled straight in.
Eleanor, who was starting to become his living nightmare, was standing in front of her vanity, scantily clad in a black robe, smoking a cigarette, and rubbing the last of her coke onto her gums, her friend was passed out, rolled up in the fetal position on the edge of the bed. Jasper wondered if she was alive or dead, but honestly, by now he was past caring. The night had been long, the debauchery had been on another level, yet his expression did not change, he only raised an eyebrow to show his disapproval.
"Princess," he said, wanting to know what exactly he had been called for. He could have been half way home now. His eyes bore into her, why did she seek night after night to destroy herself. The Princess was a beautiful woman, with longs beautiful legs that seemed to go on forever, a slinky frame and her dark hair and eyes, she could have any man she wanted, live anywhere she wanted, any life she wanted yet she chose to live like this, off her tits on coke, and what a set of breasts they were he thought as he waited for her response.
Princess Eleanor looked the man before her and licked her lips, he really was gorgeous. All night she had felt his eyes on her, not in the client/ bodyguard way, but in a way that had made her uneasy, and turned on at the same time. He was unlike the others bodyguards she had had, or any man she had ever met. Most men were in awe of her, but all the pomp and ceremony did not impress him, it was like he looked straight through her, never ever giving anything away.
Why had she called him?
When her guest had passed out after two minutes of some heavy petting, she knew she needed a replacement. The fact that it would probably lead to his dismissal was of little or no consequence to her, after all she was the Princess.
"I have seemed to have broken my toy Jasper," she said, batting her eyelids like she did when she wanted her own way. Jasper knew she was drunk and high so he made no movement from where he was. Undeterred she made her way to him, as he stood stalwart.
"What do you want me to do, Your Highness," Eleanor smiled at him, she could not believe her ears, his question so innocent , so not meant in that way, but she did not care the cocaine was reaching her system and her libido was rising. The Princess led him by the hand to the edge of the bed; he followed in silence, only the snoring of the guest was audible. Firstly she removed his jacket and dropped it on the bed, next her hands began to work on his belt, then his flies. He let her, he was powerless to stop her, not because who she was but he wanted it as much as she did, and he just wasn't going to tell her that. In around two minutes her hands were inside Jasper's boxer shorts massaging him. From she had led him to the bed; he had not moved a muscle, except the one she was playing with.
For the first time in his life, Jasper Frost was stumped at what move to make next. The Party Girl Princess had little Jasper in her hands, and she was stroking him and it felt so good. He should have batted away her hands, tell her it was inappropriate behavior, but he could not, even when she pulled down his trousers exposing him, and his full erection. He had no idea, what she was going to do next, but her falling to her knees gave him a clue. Maybe he would let her do this one act; after all she had been hard work all night.
Eleanor looked at him dead in the eye, but soon she looked away. His stare unnerved her, but not enough for her to take his dick from out of her hands. The Princess kissed him on the tip, and relaxed her lips just over the head. In her short life she had tasted many men, but this one tasted so very different.
So familiar, but, yet so new!
She became so turned on, that her middle section was tightening, and she felt the wetness she had been craving all night. Eleanor curled her tongue around the shaft making a snug bed for his cock; it was like she knew what to do with him, like they were long time lovers and not two people tasting each other for the first time. Her mouth moved in sync with her hands, the two sensations blowing Jasper's mind, but he still stood straight, trying to keep in control. It was impossible; he could see her breasts bobbing up and down, as she took him in the mouth again and again and again. Jasper's breathing became more erratic, and finally he was forced to make a movement. He wrapped his hand around head and showed her the speed and firmness he liked, he was hitting her throat with his cock and he had to admit it felt heavenly.
Eleanor felt like he was about to come. His body tensed and he pulled her hair, which just turned her on more, she kept doing what she was doing, knowing what he needed.
Jasper mind was just on the Princess as he intently pumped into her mouth, not flinching as she heard Jasper grunt , finally he just let himself go, his tempo increased and he pushed himself deeper and deeper down into her mouth, then, before his whole body quaked and he released his semen down the back of her throat.
Satisfied, the princess withdrew with Jasper's cum all around her mouth, she had never looked so sexier. No woman had ever given him head like that before, it was hot, wet and sticky, coupled with an upsurge of pent up emotions and sexual energy. Twenty minutes ago he was tired and wanted to go home to bed, now she had made him so horny that he did not even want to ever leave her side. Silently he watched as she lay back on the bed, gaping her leg open to expose her secret place to him. It was his duty to repay the compliment.
He ripped off his shirt, kicked off shoes and stepped out of his trousers in record time. He knew he had to taste, and was in a haste to do so. It was his turn to kneel as he did so at the edge of the bed, pulling her towards him, he studied and admired her for a few moments before his tongue went to work. All Eleanor could do was moan as his tongue ran from anus to clit. The tip prodded and pocked her, tasting her sweet aroma, his fingers buried deep in her heightening her pleasure. He did not need to ask what she liked; it was if he already knew. He worked on her, undoing her robe fully exposing her breasts, he stopped playing with her downstairs, and started on her nipples, he just could not get enough of her.
Eleanor had had sex with many men, but none was doing to her what Jasper was doing to her right now. He had three fingers inside her, and coupled with his mouth she was her feeling all types and pleasure. There was no place his tongue would not explore and suck, and the sensations her body felt had her pussy contracting long before she climaxed. It was like electricity was running through her body, and she began to spasm. Moaning and panting in the throes of ecstasy, she wanted him to stop so she could centre herself for a minute. He was leaving her weak, but Jasper was relentless, she came again and then again, yet he did not stop, he just held her down and sucked on her some more.
Eleanor tingled all over, the sweat intermingling with her juices. She could not move or say a word as his fingers was still playing with her, he lay on top of her, and she could feel his member quivering, as he guided himself into her warm tight hole. He pushed slowly, so she could feel every inch of it, and he slid deeper and further into her, nearly causing her to peak. She had expected him to be erratic, but he was slow, taking the time to hit that spot. He kissed her for the first time, hard and they both tasted one another on their lips. He bit her bottom lip then moved to her breasts as he sucked on one nipple then the next. She shuddered again; she had lost count the amount of times he had caused her to come. As he reached towards his own pinnacle, he grabbed her tight, squeezing her, tugging her hair. His orgasm was rising within him, and finally he erupted and he shot all he had in him, into her.
He did not move but stayed still for a while, feeling her muscles spasming underneath him. He had not expected to cuddle. She just was not kind of girl and he was glad, he had to make sense of it all. In two minutes he had drifted into a deep satisfying sleep.
Jasper Frost was awoken by a hand pushing him. They were familiar hands. A few hours ago he had felt those hands all over his body, around his cock. Cupping his ears and running through his hair...
'Get up and go home.' she said, her voice sounding so matter of fact. He rose immediately from
The bed, not even looking at her. She would not be the first woman to get up with a head full of regrets even as she was congratulating herself, like she could have done it without him. Then her words cut deep " sorry, but you know that you're a dead man walking". Jasper winced, he needed this job. He had to regain his credibility after being run out of Vegas. He had vowed that another one of this rich over pampered bitches was not getting the best of him again. He didn't care who they were, he was not to be used, and then discarded like a piece of tissue.
He had wanted to put that Jasper behind him but if he lost the job he would be finished. He had spent everything getting to the UK and getting an apartment and a few suits, now the little bitch wants to get him fired.
"What do you remember about last night?" He enquired, he had no time with the fake English accent, ditching it for his native tongue. It felt good to speak to her in his natural drawl.
"Nothing you were totally forgettable". She responded not looking at him and playing with her phone, how he wanted to laugh at that statement. The little minx had screamed like a common whore, thanking God over and over again for Little Jasper and the pleasure he was giving her.
Now he was totally forgettable! What had happened in that bed was unforgettable. Jasper had felt it, Eleanor had felt it. Something magical had happened, the earth had moved. That was a few hours ago, and now she was talking about firing him. Jasper knew two things.
He was not losing his job and
He wanted her again and again and again.
He smirked, and then responded, as his shirt hung open exposing his chest.
"That's too bad because I remember everything". Jasper watched her squirm under the duvet. If he was forgettable why was she squirming? "I remembered I drugged you. I put something in your drink, and I remember every depraved and self-loathing act you committed." The Princess swallowed hard. He knew he was hitting a nerve. "If I forget I can just watch the video". Jasper had his phone in his hand, showing her that he held all the cards.
"So I think I'll keep my job'". He said as he fished out his jacket from under the duvet, pulling it off leaving Princess Eleanor naked and exposed.
"I like the benefits," and with that he was gone.
Princess Eleanor Hendridge felt the air hit her naked body.
Had he really video tapped their sexploits?
Shit! She thought.
Robert had been dead less than a week and if that hit the papers it would be a catastrophe. He hadn't said he would release it to the tabloids, but what did he want, until she knew the answer, she would have to be nice to him. It would not be that hard, but as much as she had enjoyed him, the experience had scared her too. Jasper had taken control of her body, unlocking her and exposing her, before finally bringing her to Nirvana.
Eleanor thought of all the men she had been with, none had made an impression, quite like the man whose scent she could still smell.