I glanced quickly at Alesha. I knew she did not enjoy this as much as I did. She always did whatever the Prince asked of her, but she was a much gentler soul than I, and whereas I liked being taken roughly, she always preferred the more loving, tender slaves.
Luckily Hamal was gentle, but even so, I saw her teeth clamping on her lips as he prepared her for his cock.
Kedar stroked inside me again, more firmly this time, the tight muscle clenching around his fingers, and I blew out a long, slow breath. My clit throbbed and my pussy ached, but with my knees spread wide and my hands tied, there was no chance of me being able to release the pressure building inside me.
“Take them,” the Prince said. “Slowly. And whatever you do, don’t let them come.” His voice ended in a growl.
The slave withdrew his fingers, and I felt him position the tip of his cock at my tight entrance. Next to me, I saw Alesha bury her face in the pillow, and then her body bucked, so I knew Hamal had entered her.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Kedar rested one hand on my shoulder while the other kept his cock in position, and he pushed forward.
My body protested the invasion, but he grunted and pushed harder, and the tight hole opened to admit the head of his cock.
I gasped and jerked, but Kedar pulled me back against him, holding me there while he waited for me to adjust. The muscle burned, then slowly relaxed, and Kedar gradually pushed forward, sheathing more of his cock inside me.
I pulled the pillow closer to me and buried my face in it, unable to bear the Prince’s hot eyes on me. Kedar withdrew a little, then his well-oiled cock slid farther inside me, deep inside, right up to the root so I could feel the curly hair in his groin touching my bottom.
Trying to smother my mouth, I moaned into the pillow, feeling my body stretching to accommodate him. He withdrew, pushed forward, then did it again, and then he pulled all the way out, the head of his cock exiting with a soft pop.
Next to me, I heard Alesha squeal. Hamal had done the same, no doubt instructed by the Prince. I felt Kedar press his cock against me again, and then he pushed forward, this time in one smooth, hard thrust, burying himself inside me.
How I ached... My clit throbbed and my pussy tried to clench but failed. The fire inside me raged hot and powerful, stirred by the man’s swift thrusts inside me, the passage of his cock through that tender muscle.
At one point, he slapped me, hard on the bottom, and I jerked and cried out, then scowled into the cushion. That had been at the Prince’s behest. One day, I would make him pay for this.
Kedar thrust, and thrust, then all of a sudden stopped, and withdrew once again. I sagged, exhausted, but I wasn’t to have any rest. Hands rested on my breasts and fingers tugged on my nipples. I opened my eyes and lifted my face to see that Malik had joined Kedar, and the two of them had been instructed to tease me once again.
I raised my gaze to the Prince, who still leaned against the corner post. He lifted an eyebrow as he saw me look at up at him. He appeared to be waiting for me to say something, but I just buried my face in the pillow and refused to look at him.
Next to me, Alesha groaned, long and loud. I wished I could help her, but I couldn’t even help myself.
Kedar repositioned himself behind me, teased my tight entrance with the head of his cock, then pushed forward hard. At the same time, he and Malik tugged on my nipples.
I sank my teeth into the pillow. I couldn’t stand it much longer.
But it didn’t seem to matter what I thought I couldn’t stand. The two of them continued to tease me, Kedar thrusting hard, then pulling out, both of them plucking my nipples until I groaned, then stopping, leaving me throbbing, yearning, desperate for release.
By this time I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I felt exhausted and near to tears. I was going to have to beg the Prince to stop. He won’t, though, I scolded myself, knowing he would only delight in my pleading, but how could I continue like this?
Turning my face on the pillow, I looked across at Alesha, and my heart stopped. Her face was wet with tears, and she was sobbing softly, muffling her cries with the pillow.
I looked up at the Prince. He was staring at me, and I didn’t think he’d noticed she was upset. I could cope with what he was doing to me. Alesha could not. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her until she stopped crying.
I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue. “Please,” I said. “My Prince. Let her go.”
He stared at me, obviously shocked at my choice of words, then glanced down at Alesha. “Look up,” he snapped.
She didn’t move for a moment, then lifted her face. She was doing her best not to cry, but even as I watched, her bottom lip quivered and a tear ran down her cheek.
The Prince tipped back his head and stared at the ceiling, his hands on his hips. He mumbled something—possibly a curse—and then he dropped his head and sighed.
“Leave them,” he said.
Malik stood and left. Kedar withdrew from me—reluctantly, I think, as I was sure he was near to orgasm. Beside me, Hamal also withdrew, and Alesha curled up into a ball.
I collapsed onto my front, watching as the Prince spoke to his slaves, directing them to pleasure themselves, however they desired.
The men turned to each other, apparently more than happy to comply. Hamal turned to face Malik, who sank onto his knees, wiped the man’s cock with a cloth, then took him in his mouth. Kedar stood behind Hamal and pressed his cock between the cheeks of the man’s behind, then entered him.
While they pleasured each other, the Prince untied the scarves on Alesha’s wrists. When she was free, he turned her onto her back, climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself between her thighs. He kissed down her stomach, and without further ado, buried his mouth in her folds.
I lay there, still tied up, miserable and despondent, as the men fucked each other and the Prince licked and sucked Alesha to orgasm. It didn’t take long, and I watched her bury her hands in his hair as she came with long, deep gasps of relief at finally being allowed to climax.
I pressed my thighs together, experiencing an orgasm of sorts myself, although it wasn’t very pleasurable, and left me feeling deeply unsatisfied.
When Alesha had done, the Prince gathered her in his arms like a child, leaned back on the pillows, and held her, whispering in her ear and comforting her. He ignored me, and I didn’t dare say anything, even though my wrists were sore from the ties and I was desperate to be free.
To the side, the men brought each other to climax, Kedar coming inside Hamal, who then promptly ejaculated into Malik’s mouth. Jasim beside them had aroused himself with his own hand, and he joined in the fun, spilling his fluid into his hand.
The Prince watched them, a half-smile on his face. He had not come himself this evening, denying us all that pleasure. In his arms, Alesha stirred and rubbed her nose, and he kissed her hair tenderly.
Emotion washed over me again, unusually for me, and I had to fight not to let tears fall. I could not afford to keep feeling envy over their relationship.
With everyone except me sated, the Prince eventually lifted Alesha off him, stood, and helped her up.
He dressed her, and the slaves dressed themselves. Malik came through the curtains, and I felt him press his hand briefly on my shoulder. The Prince looked over and saw him, and my heart raced, but he didn’t say anything.
He led them all over to the door. He took a little time with Alesha, talking to her softly before pulling her into his arms and giving her a long hug.
I swallowed down a sudden bout of nerves. Had he forgotten I was there, or had he not finished with me yet? I hardly ever spent time alone with him—he always seemed to enjoy watching me with others, and whereas Alesha and occasionally others would spend the night with him, if I stayed it was rarely without someone else present.
The others left the room, and the doors closed behind them.
Hands on hips, the Prince stared at the floor for a moment. I stud
ied his profile, his handsome features, the short dark beard and moustache, his intelligent eyes. I loved him so much. It made me ache.
Then he looked over at me.
I gulped. He hadn’t forgotten I was there.
He walked across to me on quiet feet, padding like a sand cat, and stopped just outside the curtains. I watched him remove his trousers, my eyes widening at the sight of his cock, long, thick, and erect, ready for action. Then he pushed through the curtains, came up to the bed, and climbed on.
I lifted my head and stared at the pillow as he crawled up the bed to kneel over me, hands braced by my shoulders.
He lowered his lips until they rested by my ear.
“Now, Farah,” he whispered. “What are we going to do with you?”
Chapter Six
“You will ever be the most rebellious of my women,” the Prince said. His breath was hot on my ear. “I am not quite sure what I need to do to tame you.”
He brushed his hand down my back and then, before I could prepare myself, smacked my bottom. I jumped and bit the pillow to stop myself crying out. Oh, now he wanted to play? I tried not to groan. Normally I would have been excited by the prospect of having him to myself. Tonight, though, I was physically and emotionally exhausted.
Sliding a hand under my shoulders, he found my breast and squeezed it, then tugged my nipple. “How much teasing can you take, princess?” He kissed down my neck. “You would plead with me for Alesha. How much do I need to torture you before you beg me to stop?”
I buried my face in the pillow. Should I just give in now? It would make my life easier, although I still wasn’t sure he’d finish his little game of orgasm deprivation, as he seemed to be enjoying himself.
But I couldn’t suppress a surge of resentment. I hadn’t been unfaithful, and the worst I could be accused of was loving him so much that I wanted him to myself. Although I knew that, in itself, was wrong, and he’d berated both Alesha and I for not learning to share him, it didn’t seem a crime worthy of this kind of punishment.
So I said nothing.
He continued to tug my nipples, squeezing hard. “Tell me you want me to stop.”
I shook my head.
He growled. “Tell me you need release, princess. Only I can give it to you. You will beg me for it.”
“No.”
He cursed and lifted himself up. His hand met my bottom with a sharp smack. “You are mine and only mine, and you will do as you are told.”
Pushing my legs apart, he knelt between them. I felt his cock press against my bottom, and my heart sank.
“I am going to fuck you,” he said silkily, “I am going to do it slowly. I can keep going all night, Farah. And I will not let you come until you beg me to let you.”
He must have brought a bottle of oil with him, because I heard him pull the stopper out, then felt it drip into the crease of my bottom. The slick sound of him oiling his cock filled my ears, and then he parted my cheeks with his hands. The tip of his cock pressed against my tight hole. Then he pushed forward.
I groaned as the muscle burned. He stopped and placed kisses on my shoulder, then pushed forward a little more. Pulled back. Pushed forward. And kept doing that until he was seated deep inside me.
I felt a wave of misery. By taking me anally, he was denying me the one gift only he could give me. It was the greatest punishment of all. I wanted him inside me—I wanted his seed flooding into my womb. But he would not grant me that tonight.
“Tash,” I mumbled despondently.
He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back so he could see my face. “You will call me ‘my Prince,’” he snapped, and thrust hard.
I cried out, and the combination of the pleasure and pain brought tears tumbling over my lashes and down my cheeks before I could stop them. With him holding my hair, I couldn’t wipe them away.
He stared at me, and I actually heard his sharp inhalation. I had never cried in front of him before.
He let go of my hair and rested his forehead on my shoulder.
“Fuck!” he yelled.
I buried my face in the pillow and tried not to sob.
Mumbling something about his women making his life a misery, he withdrew from me and got off the bed. I sank into the pillow, exhausted. Would he do what he’d done with Alesha—untie me and pull me into his arms to comfort me?
He walked out through the curtains, and I saw him clean himself with a cloth, then pour a cup of wine and drink it all down. He stared at the shutters for a moment, and I followed his gaze to see a fresh scatter of sand blowing in, the storm still raging outside.
He put down the cup, and walked back to the bed. Letting the curtains fall shut behind him, he climbed onto the mattress and stretched out next to me.
Lying on his side, he propped his head on a hand. He didn’t untie my wrists.
“You drive me mad,” he said.
Too tired and sad to fight, I just rested my head on the pillow and looked up at him.
He frowned. “I am disappointed in you, Farah. This rivalry with Alesha, it has to stop. You are older than she is, and you have been here longer. Malik said she follows your lead, and I realized he is right. You have to set a good example.”
I said nothing, but I felt another tear run down my cheek.
He reached out a hand, caught the tear on his finger, and removed it. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he sucked the tear, almost absently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Malik is soft on you,” he said.
I couldn’t read his expression. Was he cross? I remembered the way the slave had put his hand on my shoulder before he left, trying to comfort me. I swallowed. “My Prince, I would never—”
He chuckled. “He just wants to protect you and Alesha. It amuses me. I am pleased he likes you. He is a good man. I trust him implicitly.”
“But you do not trust me,” I said softly.
His smile faded. I saw that notion pass behind his eyes like fish in the sea. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment.
“I understand men,” he said. “They have sexual desires, and providing they are gratified, they are usually happy. But women…” A look of exasperation crossed his features. “I do not understand you. I am not sure I ever will. Even though I try to keep you all satisfied, it seems you are not happy. I do not understand why. I thought maybe you needed something I could not give.” He looked puzzled.
My eyes widened in distress. “No. It is not that. We all love you very much. I love you, more than my life.”
“But you do not want to share me.”
I flexed my fingers in the bonds, wishing I could reach out and touch his face. He saw the movement, but he still didn’t release me.
“It is not that,” I said.
“Then explain to me.” He frowned and curled a lock of my hair around a finger. “I want to know, to understand.”
That was how his brain worked—I had seen him sitting at the table with piles of papers, discussing with scholars matters of mathematics and science. He liked solving puzzles and problems, and that was why he was so frustrated. He could not work out what was wrong.
“I am jealous,” I said.
He thought about that. “Of all my women?”
“No.”
“Of the wives?”
“No. Not all of them.”
“Why not?”
I shrugged. “Jamila is old.”
He snorted. “No she isn’t—she is the same age as me.” His eyes glittered in the candlelight. “Are you saying I am old?”
Now he was teasing me. I ignored the question. “Nedira is too nice.”
He smiled. “That is a sin?”
Again I ignored him, and just gave a long sigh.
The Prince studied my face. “You are jealous only of Alesha?”
I looked into his deep brown eyes, emotion welling inside me again. “You are different with her.” Tears welled and spilled over my lashes like water being poured f
rom a jug.
He looked completely baffled. “What do you mean? Different how?”
“Tender. Gentle.”
He still looked perplexed. “If I am it is because that is what she needs. She is young, Farah. Inexperienced. I do not want to frighten my women—that is never my intention. She does not respond well to vigorous play.” His lips twitched. “Unlike you.”
I said nothing, and he gave a long sigh. Shifting on the bed, he moved a little closer to me so our bodies touched. Resting an arm on my back, he ran his fingers through my hair.
“All my wives are very special to me for different reasons. Jamila may be old,” and he gave me a wry look, “but she is sensible and intelligent—we talk a lot. Nedira is obedient. That can be very appealing.” Again, another wry look.
“Alesha is innocent,” he continued. “Naïve. Sometimes I like that. It is refreshing, and I enjoy teaching her about sex. She is beautiful and carefree. She is like a bird in the garden—she brings me pleasure just by being there.”
He gave my hair a little tug. “But you…” He leaned forward and kissed my ear. “You are very special, my princess.”
I sniffed. “Tell me how I am special.”
He chuckled. “You are spirited and rebellious. You are like a wild horse. I admit most of the time it drives me mad, but I enjoy trying to tame you. I like to be challenged. Sometimes.” He smiled.
I dropped my gaze. How could I explain that I didn’t want to drive him mad? That I wanted him to love me as he loved Alesha?
He tucked a hand under my chin and lifted it. His brow was furrowed with concern. “This is not like you, princess. What is bothering you?”
I swallowed down my nerves. I had to tell him, because clearly he knew something was wrong.
“When we are all together,” I whispered, “you always enter Alesha. Never me.”
His eyebrows rose. Lips curving, he took a strand of my hair at the end and ran it around my ear. “That is because you are fun to watch. My slaves adore you, Farah, not just Malik—all of them. They take great pleasure from you, and thus I take pleasure from watching you.”
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