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  Royally Trained

  A Royals of Colania Novel

  Diana Ames

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2013 Amy Lantz

  All rights reserved.

  Cover designed by Angie Fields, I Love It Design Studio

  Edited by Jovana Shirley

  ISBN: 1494495872

  ISBN-13: 978-1494495879

  This book is dedicated to everyone who has a story inside them waiting to be told.

  Never let anyone convince you that you can’t tell it.

  PROLOGUE

  Crown Prince Anton of Colania, a remote island country roughly 1,000 miles southwest of New Zealand, strode confidently through his royal city. He was the country’s only ruler, the last surviving acknowledged prince of the monarchy that had been in power for hundreds of years.

  As he entered The Dungeon, his eyes flickered over the patrons. Colania didn’t have a traditional class system based on wealth or power. With few exceptions, everyone was on nearly equal footing. It was part of the reason there was little effort or push to bring the country into the technological era. Here in The Dungeon, though, was a well-defined hierarchy.

  Employees who’d been with the owner the longest took responsibility for those who played in The Dungeon. Safety and pleasure were their domain, and they were easy to pick out due to their well-fitted, fine clothing. Each piece was designed to be practical yet seductive, and only Dungeon employees had such quality.

  The owner was the wealthiest man, next to Prince Anton, on the island. The owner was sought after by men and women alike for his training skills and sexual prowess. He was also the only man on the island who could afford to have brand-new vehicles shipped in for himself as well as have updated electricity and amenities throughout his business and home.

  Prince Anton had only been in the man’s apartment on the third floor of The Dungeon once, but he had been impressed with its luxury. Prince Anton was positive that parts of the castle had yet to be brought up to the standards that were imposed on this property. Many corridors and hallways in the castle had no electric lighting or heat whereas The Dungeon had lighting that could be dimmed for mood and atmosphere. Similarly, certain rooms that weren’t frequently used were still heated with wood fireplaces instead of a thermostat. The only thing that had been refurbished throughout the castle was the plumbing, and that was for sanitary purposes. Prince Anton could not tolerate things to be unclean.

  Prince Anton didn’t hesitate or linger as he made his way through the club. He went straight to the black door on the back wall. He’d been here many times, and there was little to interest him. Everyone here was too used for his particular tastes.

  He entered the black door and moved swiftly up the hidden staircase. This area of the club was off-limits to most. It was only available to patrons who paid exorbitant fees for private sex. Typically, only those who were ashamed of their vices used the rooms.

  Prince Anton was neither ashamed nor paying for privacy today though. He had an appointment with the owner of The Dungeon, Damian Bellaro.

  ***

  Damian was going over the alcohol shipment that had arrived this morning. One of the reasons his sex clubs were so popular was because of the liquor he had shipped in from the mainland. It was expensive, but the quality was much greater than anything produced on Colania. Currently though, it was giving him a headache. He was missing a case of the high-end scotch he kept on hand.

  Prince Anton strutted into his office without warning.

  “Don’t you knock?” Damian said scathingly.

  “Didn’t know I needed to,” Prince Anton replied.

  “With all due respect, sire,” Damian said sarcastically, “this is my office in my club. Next time, knock.” Damian rose to his feet, his body fluid like a great jungle cat, before he went to embrace his prince. “Now, what the hell is so important you had to schedule an appointment?”

  “I have a job for you,” Prince Anton told him. He returned the one-arm embrace stiffly and then moved away with haste. He was uncomfortable with physical contact that he didn’t initiate or control. When the two men sat, he elaborated. “My thirtieth birthday is approaching.”

  “In a year and a half.” Damian snorted. “Do you think it wise to skip twenty-nine?”

  “As the last of the monarchy, it is my job to reproduce,” Prince Anton continued. “As much as I would like to see the genes that have shaped me die out, the country would fall into a tailspin. Although we are remote and somewhat undeveloped, we are a rich nation. The power I hold is all that keeps us out of the eye of the world and off the radar for those who would oppress us.”

  “What does this have to do with me?” Damian asked warily.

  “I have no desire to repeat history,” Prince Anton said. “We both know that my sexual nature is more like that of the queen than my father.”

  “Do you want me to train you?” Damian asked, confused. “To help you learn to control your appetite?”

  “No,” Prince Anton said firmly. “I don’t think either of us could handle taking our relationship to that level.”

  The two men had grown up together, which accounted for Damian’s lack of respect and boundaries, but Prince Anton wanted to maintain formality between them.

  “You could be right,” Damian said with a light chuckle. “So, what do you want from me?”

  “I want you to find her, the woman who will bear the future of the country,” Prince Anton said. “Find her and train her to be what I need.”

  “You can’t just order up a woman on demand,” Damian told him with a raised eyebrow.

  “You must find a woman with good genetics although Gilly can look into that after the candidate meets the other criteria,” the prince said, ignoring Damian. “Beautiful, obviously. I’m not particular with features, but it stands to reason if my life mate is attractive, then I will have a better chance with reproduction. I’d also prefer that she not have a single drop of royal blood regardless of past royal practices. I do not wish to produce monsters or further any imperfections through inbreeding, however distant the connection might be. She needs to be completely submissive. I will be in control of any encounters at all times. Whoever she is, she must be willing to leave her past life behind. I refuse to be burdened with in-laws who might not agree with my domination of their daughter.”

  “That’s quite a shopping list,” Damian said, eyeing the prince harshly. “Anything else you’d like to add before I order a woman for you?”

  “There is one more requirement,” Prince Anton said seriously. “And this is perhaps the most important of all. She must be a virgin.”

  “You do realize when I train a woman to cede her control to her master that I have sex with her?” Damian asked incredulously. “Submissives have to learn to respond on command; an untried woman will not have that opportunity.”

  “I will not have a woman who has felt a man between her thighs before me. I will not have my children born to a woman who will behave as my mother did. She must be pure!” Prince Anton roared.

  “If I refuse to do this…” Damian didn’t finish the question.

  “You will not refuse,” Prince Anton said, rising to his feet. “I expect you at the castle within the week. The search begins im
mediately.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Damian took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. For the last year it had been his job to find and train a submissive for Prince Anton. At first, he had enjoyed it—the challenge of finding the perfect queen—but it was getting tiresome. He had gone through this time and again, only to have each new woman broken faster than the last. It wasn’t his fault. He chose well and trained even better. The prince just couldn’t control his temper, and replacements had to be found.

  It was getting more difficult to find replacements. Everyone knew the women who were released had been broken, so volunteers were less and less forthcoming. In fact, he had been told only five were in this group. Shaking his head, he turned the handle on the door and entered the room.

  There weren’t five women in the room as he had expected. There were only three. He looked over the women. As he knew they had been instructed, all three were on their knees with their heads bowed, hands clasped behind their backs, and completely naked.

  He eyed the first woman carefully. She had long blonde hair, but he couldn’t tell if it was natural because of her submissive position. She had large breasts and a trim waist. He walked behind her and nodded at the curve of her buttocks. Lovely.

  The second woman was also blonde, but her hair was shorter. Unlike the first, he could tell she was fake because her dark roots were showing through. She was extremely thin, and her breasts and buttocks were flat. She looked more like a boy than a girl.

  The third woman made him draw in his breath. She had red hair with curls that spiraled down her back, and he could see the strength and pride in her spine. Her body was fuller, plumper, and absolutely mouth-watering.

  “Eyes up,” Damian rasped in a low voice.

  If he were choosing a woman for himself or for any normal man, he would choose the redhead, but he wasn’t sure if he could put that vision of womanhood in the hands of a sadist like Prince Anton. If he chose incorrectly, then yet another woman would be terrorized.

  He looked into the eyes of the three women carefully. The first’s eyes shined with excitement. The second one’s eyes had something akin to hunger. And the redhead, her eyes showed defiance and resolve.

  He knew nothing about these women but what he could see, and truthfully, nothing mattered except that they were willing to be here. Their reasons for volunteering or their former lives did not matter if one was selected. They’d agreed to give up their lives to become the submissive to the prince.

  “On your feet,” he told them. “Stand with your feet apart and your hands locked behind your back.”

  He walked to the busty blonde. As he put his hand into the blonde curls on her pussy, he found her hair to be springy, lush, and healthy. He parted her nether lips and ran a finger down her slit. Warm and inviting. He slipped a finger inside her; she was tight and slick. He pushed further until he came across the barrier he was looking for. He pulled his hand away, satisfied.

  The second woman did not appeal to him at all, but he knew the prince liked all women. If she had a pussy, the prince wanted inside of it. Damian’s eyes went over the woman and stopped on her shaved mound. He slipped his hand between her legs and repeated the process. He pulled his hand away.

  “You are dismissed,” he said, his tone crisp and cool. She was not a virgin. She should not have been here.

  “B…but,” she stammered.

  “You are not pure. Did you think I would be unable to tell? Get out and do not come back. Get out before you are punished for trying such a ruse.” The disdain was clear in his voice.

  She had wasted his time, and Damian’s patience was at an end. The woman ran from the room in tears, not even stopping to retrieve her clothing hanging on a hook behind her.

  “I warn you two now. If either of you have lied or deceived to get into this room, do us all a favor and leave now. I won’t be as easy on you as I was on her.” His eyes darted between the two remaining women. The blonde had her head down submissively, but the redhead met his eyes and glared back at him.

  He moved to stand in front of the redhead. Between her legs, her ginger curls were slightly darker but no less beautiful. Damian felt a tightening in his groin just from looking at this woman. He knew he could not choose her for the prince. He would not be able to train her without putting his cock inside her. He would not be able to turn her over to the prince only to watch her be broken, and she would be broken for he could see the defiance in her. She was not submissive material.

  He should have dismissed her without touching her, but he couldn’t resist. He slipped his fingers inside her alluring curls and stroked her clit. She couldn’t control her intake of breath as he rubbed her button. Hot moisture drenched his fingers as he slid them down to her tight hole.

  He knew this was more than an exam. He was teasing her, making her body hot. When he slipped a finger inside her, he felt his pants grow tighter. Her wet heat surrounded him, making him want to replace his finger with his cock. The moment he reached her barrier, Damian knew he should release her. He had confirmed her virginity, but found he could not pull away from her silken heat. He rubbed inside her until her breath was coming in soft, short pants. As his middle finger teased her inside, his thumb found her clit and rubbed it as well. He wanted her to come just once, just for him, and then he would dismiss her and never see her again.

  His delay cost him though. Just as the redhead was on the brink of orgasm, the door popped open. When he pulled his hand away, the redhead sagged but managed to remain standing.

  Damian turned around, ready to berate whoever had interrupted his interviews. He had issued two rules when this search began and he expected them followed. First and foremost, no one was permitted to visit, attend, or befriend the submissive. Trust had to be earned in such a short time that interaction was to be limited to Damian alone once training began. Rule number two was that under no circumstances short of life or death was he to be interrupted when he was with a submissive, or in this case submissive candidates. Damian’s eyes widened when he saw who had entered the room.

  “My prince?” he asked.

  “I will make the final selection myself. Perhaps then, I can find one that will satisfy the beast in me.” The prince looked at both women.

  The blonde stood meekly, awaiting a decision. The redhead valiantly tried to still her beating heart, quiet her heavy breathing, and calm her throbbing pussy.

  “They both meet the requirements?” the prince asked.

  “Yes, sire, they are both pure.” Damian gritted his teeth in aggravation. He’s not supposed to be here. He handed this choice over to me months ago!

  “I will take the blonde with me now and begin my own training. Let me know when the redhead is ready. I want them both.” With that statement, the prince chose a collar from the selection hanging on the wall and clamped it around the blonde’s neck. He placed a delicate chain through the loop at the base of her throat and led her out of the room.

  Damian looked at the redhead and sighed. His own foolish desire had doomed this gorgeous creature.

  ***

  Mellissandra shivered though it was not from the cold. The man inspecting them had touched her, and she had never felt anything like it before. When he had put his hand between her legs, she’d wanted to cry out from the wrongness of it, but she’d known that would keep her from being chosen. After a moment, it hadn’t felt so wrong anymore. It had felt better than anything she had ever felt before.

  After the prince had taken away the other woman on a leash—a leash—the other man looked at her again and then stormed out of the room. Mellissandra didn’t know what she was supposed to do. The prince had said he wanted both woman, but he took the blonde-haired woman and left her standing there. What am I supposed to do now? Where am I supposed to go? Mellissandra was feeling more than a little afraid, and that fear was making her angry.

  “Don’t get angry, Mellissandra,” she whispered to herself. “Keep your cool.”

  As sh
e kept murmuring to herself, trying to remain calm, the door opened again. This time, a small woman came inside. Mellissandra’s eyebrows hit her hairline as she took in the elderly woman walking toward her slowly. She was hunched over and limped. Her hair was thin and short, and the color was a dull brown and gray combination.

  The woman looked up at Mellissandra and cackled. “Put this on,” she said and tossed her a short white robe. “You’ve done it now. If you get the chance,” the old woman said, lowering her voice, “run.” With that, the woman turned and hobbled back toward the door. Looking back, she motioned for Mellissandra to follow her. “Well, come on, this is what you wanted.”

  Mellissandra threw on the robe and knotted it tightly at her waist before following the woman out the door. They walked down a long hallway lit by candles on the walls. It reminded Mellissandra of a dungeon. The dreary decor sent a shiver of dread down her spine, but she shook it off. She was determined to do whatever was necessary to achieve her goal.

  Twenty minutes and several twists and turns later, the old woman stopped in front of a set of double wooden doors. She inserted a key and pushed open the heavy doors before Mellissandra could blink. The woman hustled her inside quickly and closed the doors behind them.

  “Listen to me, child,” the woman said quickly in a low voice. “This is where you will be training. The doors are always locked, and you will not be given the opportunity to change your mind. The Teacher is a good and fair man though, and he won’t punish you unless he has to. Your training with him will only last a few weeks, and then you will discover that the prince is not a good and fair man. If you get the chance, take it and get the hell out of here.” The woman took a deep breath.

  “Your dinner is by the bed,” she said in a normal voice. “Eat, bathe, and then rest. I will take the robe with me now. You may not cover yourself unless the Teacher gives you permission. When the new day dawns, your training will begin. Do not ask questions. You will be told all you need to know.”

  Mellissandra unknotted the robe and let it slide from her shoulders. The cool air in the room raised goosebumps on her bare flesh even as the embarrassment of disrobing in front of a stranger heated her cheeks. I had better get used to this. Being naked is part of the job description. Mellissandra tried to hide her discomfort when she passed the thin material to the old woman. The woman gave her one last warning-filled look before slipping through the heavy doors. The sound of the key in the lock echoed through the now silent room, making Mellissandra feel trapped.