Blackmail, is it?

Author: Daniela
Fandom: The Royals
Pairing: Jaspenor
Rating: R
Category: Angst, Non-Con, Romance
Series/Sequel: No
Summary: An unconventional first time
Warning: Adult Fanfiction, Non-Con
Disclaimer: I'm no princess. I own nothing least of all Jasper.
Feedback: Sure. The high point of reaching the finish.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Released: May 2022
Beta: None
Word Count: 4189

Eleanor smiled despite her disappointment. The new bodyguard was a cutie, but also, someone she would have for breakfast. An easy target and no match to keep her interested. Such a shame. He was too damn handsome to be a bore and giving her all the control. Good enough for a one-night stand and then off he went. No guy for keeps.

*****

Jasper rolled his eyes. The princess was not at all what he'd expected. She drank like a horse. She cursed like his folks at home. She kissed men and women likewise and dragged him through all sorts of night bars. Sure, she was hot but that wasn't what unsettled him. Her unpredictable and dangerous behaviour did. She could ruin everything, if by accident and he couldn't allow that. Not on his guard. He'd come here with a solid plan and no princess would fuck it up.

Eleanor shivered. How could she let this happen? Since when was she such a bad judge of character? When did she lose control? She crawled across the bed to get the blanket back. When do you think? You blacked out and made yourself a victim. You didn't remember one bloody thing from last night and he took advantage. Why shouldn't he? You did this to yourself. You got yourself into trouble and now you need to find a way out. Show that blackmailing bastard who you are and make him regret he'd ever started this rotten game. Kick his ass!

*****

The day that followed his suicide move went by in slow motion. Jasper was exhilarated and scared at the same time. What if she called his bluff and let them throw him into jail? He would be finished. Yeah, but too late to take it back. He had put himself into this delicate position and couldn't let up. She would have the upper hand otherwise and ruin his plans for sure. So, he had no choice but to take her and show her who's boss. Having control was essential for a conman. Always. Or he wouldn't be good at it.

Eleanor couldn't stand on her feet anymore. Fuck! She slipped her high heels off and threw them in a corner. Fine. Only one minor problem left to get rid of. She turned around to face the man lingering in the doorway. "Off you go."

"I don't think so." Jasper Frost entered the room and closed the doors behind him. "The night is too beautiful to waste it." He smirked. Blackmailer. Predator. Bastard.

"What do you want?" she snapped, feeling a sting of lust pinching her. He was bloody handsome. Though that wasn't it alone. His piercing blue-grey eyes made her think the naughtiest things and the control he had over her since the day he'd turned the tables on her was taking her breath away. God, I'm insane. That bastard is not my type, nor do I want this. He isn't any good anyway. I don't remember a damn thing about that bloody first night. Well, he drugged and filmed me. Right. He's a jerk. Get a grip and throw him out. Scream bloody murder. Push the panic button.

"You know what, princess." He checked her out from top to bottom. "I need some royal love to make this stressful job more agreeable." He got his jacket off and threw it on a chair.

"You're joking, right? You had me already. Did anything to me most men can only dream about. Have the rape on film even. Why don't you go and watch it, wanking off?"

"Nope. Having you in the flesh is better." He moved in and grabbed her wrist pulling her close.

"You're a piece of work, Jasper," she spat, fighting his grip. How she hated his arrogance and his hold over her; the smug grin he showed checking her out. How she hated herself getting turned on by his was of handling her.

"Look, who's talking." He got her top off, exposing her upper body as easily as if the flimsy thing hadn't even been there. "Besides, you started this. I only played an ace you didn't know I had up my sleeve."

"That doesn't matter. I'm exhausted and not in the mood for playing any games."

"You will be." He kissed her then. Hard. Relentless. Showed her that she had no choice, and then he pulled her hair, giving her a taste of the things to come.

She struggled and was able to free her wrist, though the sting turned into a fire racing through her vein despite of her reluctance. No, no, no. I don't want this. He's not going to do this to me. The second she put her hands on his chest to push him away the nature of his kiss changed, was drained of all the fierce. He was nipping at her lips now, as softly as if drops of champagne were spilling onto them. She had no déjá vu, feeling his mouth on hers, or his hands seizing her ass, like this was their very first time after all. A spiteful passion was radiating off him as if he wanted to prove something she couldn't figure out yet. Though what really got to her were the nips at the edges of her mouth as well as his fingertips subtly circling her nipples. She was about to surrender and hated herself giving him the satisfaction. Once more she tried to get away from him, breathing harshly. Fuck. Never had she been this turned on in such a brief time. Why now? Why him? What was it about this guy? Against her will she kissed him back, open-mouthed, biting into his lower lip.

He let go of her, his icy eyes were glittering in the half-light. He didn't make some arrogant remark though, just his lips twitched. "Come here." He kissed her again, a bit more intimate and fiercer but not hard. When she gasped into his mouth, he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed, hurling her onto it. He unbuckled and unzipped then; his shoes and pants were gone before she could scramble away.

What the hell? How did he do that? Is he some kind of wizard? Her mouth turned dry. She trembled, and fisting the sheet, she couldn't stop her lips from parting begging for more kisses, for more daredevil dominance. Blimey! You don't even like him.

He was on her then kissing her senseless. How could she let this happen? She didn't like having no control, did she? Why was she so wet then? Why couldn't she wait for him to take her? How to put him off? She clawed her nails into his shoulders.

He winced. "Relax, baby. I won't make you do anything you don't like?"

"You must be joking?"

"Not at all." He made her slip disappear and seeing his determined expression she knew he must have felt the dampness down there. "Don't you feel my serious intentions?" He ground his hips into her.

God, he was hard, and the strong response she was having to his desire was embarrassing. She tried to wriggle away.

"What now, princess? Still not ready to give in?" He smirked. "Okay then." He flipped them and put her on top of him. "Is that better?"

She scowled. "Why should this be better?"

He laced his hands behind his head. "You're in control, baby." He rolled his hips. "You like that, don't you?"

"You don't know what I like." She was dripping, sod it, moistening his boxers.

"Come on. Get them off. I can't wait much longer. You're too damn hot, princess."

She flushed for heaven's sake as if he were the first man making such a trivial compliment. "I... we... you can't... not without protection."

"No problem." He fished a rubber from a pocket in his boxers. "There you go."

"It's disgusting how well prepared you are." Though much more how wet and needy she was to feel him inside her. Okay. Fine. Let's get this over with and I'll be done with him. I'll be free of his sexual harassments. She pulled his boxers down.

"Is it?" Slick he unwrapped the rubber. "Mm. I sure planned this right after the day you tried to get me fired."

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Don't you?" Just as slick he rolled the rubber over his hard-on.

Oh shit. He's pretty all around. She couldn't take her eyes of him. She flushed with shame grateful for the dim light. "What's taking so long? Let's get this over with." I can be as slick as you. She lowered down taking him all the way to the root.

"You're real pushy." He bucked his hips. "What about living in the moment?"

"Sod you!" She clenched around him, making him feel her want.

"Oh baby." He gasped. "You want me to come inside you?"

"No!" She pinched his nipples, feverish to touch him, even if it was rather a punishment.

He paid back by quickening the pace of his thrusts. "Come on. I can feel you want it."

"I- yes. Okay. Fine."

"All good." He pulled her down and kissed her lips. "I'll make you come first."

"Show-off." She gritted her teeth. She was already feeling on the edge of one heavy orgasm. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction though nor would she say his name. She won't give in to his subtle movements, and the slick fingers tickling her most sensitive spot in satisfying ways.

"Saying things like that, princess, makes me want to prove you wrong." He flipped them again, being back on top, not pushing though, just gliding in deeper, and using his fingers to make her dripping with need.

"Bloody Hell, Jasper."

"What?"

"Fuck me already or shove off."

"Sure." He smirked. "Your Highness."

*****

Jasper was dissatisfied with how things went. He'd come here with a solid plan but somehow, he had lost his focus. The princess did that. The one whose bed he'd shared last night. Again. The royal girl he couldn't get out of his head though he should keep a low profile to avoid any suspicions. Instead, he made her get him breakfast for no reason but his pleasure of getting the upper hand on her. Yeah. He longed for her to get him off one more time. A tasty morning treat to great a new day. He rolled his eyes. Not a chance. In the morning she was always distant and reluctant to every move he made to pay him back for every night he made her wallow in lust.

After two weeks she'd turned more agreeable at night but as soon as the sun was up nothing was left of her passion and sweetness. Shit. He didn't understand why he still wanted her so much even if he'd taken her hours ago. Fuck. She was getting under his skin and that was bad, stupid even.

The door sprang open. She was back with a tray loaded with treats. Not the one I need the most though. He suppressed a smile. He shouldn't push his boundaries. "That's what I call royal service."

"Shut up. Eat. Drink. Get out."

"I won't get far, though. Today is that garden party event and I'm the one protecting your body." Don't smirk. She'll pay you back for the slightest twitch of your lips. She'll make you suffer.

"We'll see."

"Indeed." He pounced at the breakfast. He was starving. Well, she had sucked him dry. Christ! He choked on a piece of sandwich. Don't get hard again. Don't let her see how much you want her.

Yep! Every now and then he hated to be right. She did pay him back by flirting with the first famous guy she noticed, dragging him back to her room an hour later to pleasure the guy knowing he would stand right outside her door. He couldn't let her do that. He was in control. He didn't want to admit that the thought of her fucking some other guy was the real problem. He denied that he wanted to be exclusive. His motivation changed altogether when the hero swim star called her a slut. He couldn't believe that idiot. A princess invited him to her bed without having something to blackmail her with and instead of being grateful the jerk talked rotten about her.

Hence, he had no choice. He knocked the swim star jerk out of the game. He didn't care she bitched about it, he didn't care she would never know he'd saved her from a guy who had zero respect for her and would have left bragging about how easy and fast he had scored. Yeah, sure, I forced myself into her bed. But hey. Though I blackmailed her because I needed to keep my job and had sex with her even though she insisted she didn't want me, I would never call her a slut or think about her in that way, no matter how many men she had fucked or would fuck in the future. She was a firecracker but also kind of shy. Sweet at heart and of fierce nature. She earned every respect of every person she shagged.

Okay. Yeah. He didn't want any other guy on her or in her. He was damn jealous and acted plain stupid. How the hell did that happen? He came here with a plan and now he troubled himself over some sexy princess. An addict at that. A handful he didn't want to handle longer than necessary. Oh. Come on. You like that more than you want to admit. Playing games. You like to go against the odds. Yet you need to stay in control. He clenched his fists. Whatever! Play it cool at least.

He couldn't though. He was waiting for the damn day and this stupid garden party to end only to get back into her bed to do her again and get the boot in the morning. He was mad at himself that getting no smile or gratification in the morning was bothering him that much. Hey! No shit! She was still peeved and playing the blackmail card to repel his advances. As if she didn't come more than twice whenever she let him take her, making the most blissful sounds, sounds he was thirsty for already. Sounds that brought him back to her bed whenever he could make it. He swallowed. He wouldn't be able to stay away tonight either. Damn it. He made fists until his knuckles cracked. Shake it off! You didn't come here to hear a princess making wicked sounds whenever you're coming inside her, clawing at your skin like a kitten, did you? He leaned back against the wall. Focus on the prize and the good rich life lying ahead of you. Isn't that better in the long run? Isn't that why you came here? What you really need and want?

Sure it was, but at night he entered her room anyway saying he wouldn't allow such behaviour like today to ever happen again. She outfoxed him by hitting on him telling him she knew he wouldn't release the video because he liked doing her too much and made only empty threats. That insight in his feelings shell-shocked him to the core. He turned around and left. He didn't want to, but he had to. He then drank a whole bottle of champagne for cold comfort, something he never did. He was mad at himself afterwards because getting drunk and losing control was not his thing. Feeling like his head was filled with cotton candy was not funny. He had never liked it. Even less he wanted to sleep alone tonight. He started pacing the hallways until he sobered up. After midnight he had enough courage to sneak back into her room.

She opened her eyes. "After all, back for more, dear Jasper. Couldn't you go to sleep without your daily boost?"

"You're not sleeping either," he countered, and undressed casually as if she were his girl waiting for her boyfriend to coming to bed already.

She stretched, showing off her long legs. "Well, considering you knocked out my shag for today I'm a bit under-worked."

He tried to keep a straight face. He wanted her so much he might go crazy if she'd send him away.

She kept mocking him. "Is there a blackmailing no good bodyguard around to help me out."

"Spread for me." He lowered down and teased her perky tits with the tip of his tongue.

"Good boy," she murmured, scratching his arm.

"Stop that."

She laughed. "Make me."

"You like that, yeah." He pinned her hands to the mattress and claimed her lips, tasting the reluctant sweetness he'd come back for. And she didn't disappoint in making him hard and ready to give her the pleasure she demanded and deserved.

And as he had foreseen, in the morning, he got the boot for telling the truth, okay, half of it, and his supposedly smug grin that wasn't meant to be smug at all. He was just damn happy and satisfied with the outcome. "Last night was fun," he granted despite of her snide remarks. When he was leaving her bedroom, pretending to be the winner in this fucked up game he had every intention to come back soon to go for another round, probably tonight. Christ! He was mad. Worse. He was weak.

Fun! Eleanor scowled at the door Jasper had just closed behind him. He would pay for this. Last night had not been fun, last night had been... She switched her phone off and rolled her eyes. Hot. Passionate. Unpredictable. Bugger! She was stupid enough to enjoy all his advances. She was the worst. How could she feel furious and still fulfilled after a night with him? She didn't start to like him, did she? She couldn't like a blackmailing bastard. She couldn't want to have him in her bed. Yet she rolled to the side he had slept on, breathing in his scent and warmth, fantasizing about what had been and what would come up. Bloody hell! Don't you dare losing your shit about an American wanker. Don't think about getting off on his flavour lingering all around. Don't.

*****

Jasper knew he must be careful. The queen had asked him about Eleanor's secrets. Sure, he knew the location of the show. The princess had told him more than once. He didn't rat her out though. He knew that would cost him too much. Instead, he was stupidly nice to Eleanor, making compliments, she didn't like and helped her out by telling her some moves to win her competition with the queen. He was a damn softie all day, a bullshit artist. She was the way she always was except that she told her brother not to tell the king he'd punched the prince. He knew that could cost him his job. Her support confused and delighted him. He smiled at her. She sent him off sulking. Yet at his return he came across her crying and instead of giving her the cold shoulder he granted her some advice about the queen. He was nice, for fuck's sake. Almost pathetic. Oh yeah. He was losing it. Not in control at all.

Eleanor didn't know herself anymore. Jasper ended up in her bed almost every night and she had stopped complaining about his presence weeks ago. Sometimes they didn't even shag but only slept till morning. They didn't cuddle, no bloody way, but still. She got used to fall asleep to the sound of him breathing and woke up taking pleasure in seeing his face looking all peaceful; like he belonged here and nowhere else. She had gotten used to his presence. Didn't like to be without him in those dark hours anymore when her inmost fears were the worst. What the fuck? She couldn't figure out what his intentions were though. She didn't understand how and why he'd snaked himself into her life. Not into her heart, right? That would be more than stupid. Though she wasn't taking so many drugs anymore, was acting more mature and focused. Not because he made her happy. No way in hell. No fucking way.

*****

Jasper didn't understand what was happening. He was in control, wasn't he? He preyed on her yet only if she wanted him to. He told her to undress, slowly, and when he couldn't bear to look at her fragility anymore, he carried her to the bed, putting her gently down. He kissed her plenty then, until she begged him to move along already, damn it, and then he made her come at least twice before he even expected to be pleasured in return. He did things to her he'd never thought he would do for any woman, things she wanted and needed, whispering them coyly into his ear. Christ! He had realized weeks ago that he was screwed, right, fucking screwed. He couldn't figure out why he still wanted her so damn much even though he'd had her plenty of times. Why didn't he let her off the hook already and finish why he'd come here in the first place? Give her back to her fancy life and those fancy lovers. Yeah, that's the crux. The thought of her having anyone else in her bed than him. Right. He was jealous as fuck. He didn't care if she strolled around in her sexy outfits driving him crazy or flirted with anyone available and handsome enough to get her attention as far as he was the one giving it to her later. The one and only guy getting some royal love. She wasn't even complaining about his presence in the morning anymore. Sometimes they had breakfast together. Hey! Moron! Come on... get a grip. He supressed his stupid feelings and turned colder talking to her. That might work well to keep his distance by day but was going to hell every night falling for her again.

Oh my. Eleanor was in a strange mood, indeed, kind of happy even. She didn't like events like the ball tonight, but she couldn't wait to see Jasper in a tuxedo. He didn't know she intended to keep him at her side the whole evening to make it through the damn thing. He would be a nice distraction. She couldn't wait to see his face because he couldn't know what she had in mind for him. He didn't know she wanted to take him in the middle of an event she couldn't care less about. She would do him and enjoy every second of it. A special celebration to her liking. Yeah. Wicked indeed.

*****

What about that stupid ball? Jasper huffed. She wanted him to dress up and come along. He didn't like it and he was right. She put a mask on him and danced with him among everyone. People that knew who and what he was, mask or not. Why would she do that? He was not her boyfriend, was he? She didn't even like him. He looked at her and noticed so much feeling in her eyes he couldn't bear to look at her much longer without giving in to the urge to ravaging her right here on the floor. Damn. He cast his eyes down. Stop being pathetic! Well. About then she took control and led him down to the tunnels. Fuck. She was not the one deciding when and how. She was not seducing him having her way. He couldn't let her have this. He couldn't be at her mercy. Ever.

Oh yes. Eleanor wanted him, needed him, craved his touch. Overwhelmed by those sensations she pushed him against the wall and kissed him like mad. He kissed her back. Duh! He let her take control. She moaned into his mouth and fumbled with his zipper. Hey! What...? He pushed her away. He rejected her. Humiliated her even. That Bastard! Why was he always calling the shots about when and how? Bloody hell! She was fed up with guys like him. Well. He would pay for this. He would come crawling back to her feet soon enough. She was ready to teach him a lesson he would never forget. That she was above him.

*****

Jasper was crushed that she hadn't exposed him. He didn't even mind she was dancing with every available man in the room, flirting like she had to prove he was wrong about him and her. He enjoyed watching her, wallowing in the fact that she wanted him to stay even he had confessed to having no video to blackmail her. The moment she walked into the garden with some stranger he followed her. He confronted her and she brushed him off. Okay. Payback after all. No treat tonight. He could do that. She shouldn't think he was that desperate. She would come back for another turn between the sheets not later than tomorrow. Yeah! She would learn he was the one on top.