~REGAL'S POV~
I usher the little princess quickly into my cabin. The huge blond slave,
Andrew, glares at me as I shoo him away.
Princess Stephanie stands perfectly still as I walk around her, purposely
shaking my head. Although I am silently appraising her beautiful, creamy
breasts, I wonder what her father, my employer, would think? I can't help
but lick my lips, she is exquisite.
I smile as she glares at me. She still doesn't recognize me, and that's
quite alright. You see, by the end of the week the billion dollar princess
will belong to me. I shiver as a jolt of pleasure surges throughout my body
as I think of the fun we will have together.
~STEPHANIE'S POV~
Ok, I've died and went to hell. This has got to be the worst day of my
entire life. This creep is making me nauseous. Is that drool leaking from
the corner of his mouth? How gross!
I can't help but think that I know him from somewhere. There's something
vaguely familiar about him.
I control the sigh of boredom that threatens to escape my throat as I stand
here before him. He walks around me slowly, and I feel his eyes roaming my
body. That's right jerk, get a good look. I bet this is the only way you
can be close to a real woman. Freak!
~REGAL'S POV~
I can see it in her eyes, she thinks that she is so much better than me.
She's repulsed by me. Well, if only she knew the reason I chose her. I am
the only man she is going to be seeing for the rest of her life. I try not
to laugh out loud as I reach into my bag and bring out the rag soaked in
chloroform. I hold it behind my back as I approach her. I see her lift an
eyebrow. She probably thinks it's some kind of sex toy. I maneuver my way
behind her and quickly cover her face with the rag.
She tries to scream, but the rag stifles it quite effectively.
I sigh in deep pleasure as she goes limp in my arms. I throw the rag down
and gently sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bed. Ever so gently,
I lay her on the bed.
"Sleep well, my princess," I whisper softly as I stroke her hair and kiss
her pouty lips.
Satisfied that she is asleep, I turn around looking for my cup of tea.
Where is the tea I ordered? And where in the bloody hell is Rhyno?
~STEPHANIE'S POV~
My eyelids flutter, they are way too heavy to keep them open. I want to
scream, but my mouth just won't open. I can only pray that Mistress Trish
will save me.
As my eyelids slowly close, the last image that I see is him. I know him!
Oh my God, I know who he is!
~TBC~
