The Prince's Harem Box Set: The Prince's Harem Books 1-5

by Carly Roberts

  My eyelids fluttered open, and I caught a glimpse of Malik watching us through the shimmering curtains, his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips. Briefly, I remembered the other slaves in the room who were no doubt also enjoying the show, but at that moment I didn’t care.

  I tried to count in my head and think of horrible, disgusting things to delay my orgasm, but it was no good—my climax was building again. “You have to slow down,” I said, panting.

  The Prince ignored me and sucked on my clit.

  “Fuck.” I came again, arching my back, and tightened around his fingers in a series of sensational pulses that took a long time to die away and left me gasping. “Oh…this is no good. You have to listen to me or we won’t get anywhere.”

  He rose and removed his trousers, climbed back on the bed, and before I could say anything else, he pushed up my legs and slid his cock inside me.

  “Aaahhh…” My pussy was so aroused that it was hypersensitive, swollen and tight around him. He wasn’t a small man, and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

  Lowering himself onto his elbows, he settled on top of me and kissed me.

  I groaned and opened my mouth, tasting my own arousal on his lips, and let him delve his tongue inside. When he eventually lifted his head, his eyes were black with desire, but when he moved, he drew his hips back and thrust forward with agonizing slowness.

  “Now,” he said. “We can begin properly.”

  I looked up at him, my jaw dropping. He was testing me, seeing how long it took me to come, how responsive I was, and what turned me on. I’d thought he wasn’t listening—how stupid of me! This man was very, very experienced, and he knew perfectly well what he was doing.

  He kissed me for a long, long time, continuing to thrust as his lips moved gently over mine. His hands stroked my breasts, cupping, brushing and then plucking at my nipples. As his cock became more lubricated, he went deeper inside me, until I could feel him all the way up, thick and hard.

  When he finally lifted his head, I felt as if I’d drunk several bottles of wine, hot and heady, the room spinning behind him.

  Before I could stop it, a bubble of laughter rose inside me and burst from my lips.

  Smiling, he kissed me again, not ceasing with his slow, tormenting thrusts. “Something amuses you?”

  “No, sorry.” I slid my hands over the firm, defined muscles of his chest.

  “Tell me.” He kissed around to my ear, then bit the lobe.

  “Ouch! You’re not what I expected, that’s all.”

  “What do you mean?” He ran a hand up my thigh and pulled my leg farther around his body, adjusting his angle so he ground against my clit.

  “I…aaahhh…didn’t expect you to be so…mmm…slow…”

  He kissed along my jaw, back to my mouth. “Later, we will try hard and fast. Now…I want to explore you. Learn what you like.”

  My eyes widened. “Later?”

  “You thought this was it? You don’t strike me as the kind of girl who is happy with one quick fuck.”

  “You’d be surprised.”

  He laughed. “You prefer quick and hard?”

  “I don’t have much experience with the other kind, I’m afraid.”

  “Then we’ll have to remedy that.” He slowed his hips as my eyelids fluttered, and he shifted again so he wasn’t stroking against my clit. Pushing forward, he angled his hips to drive as much of his cock inside me as he could, pausing there, stretching me until I groaned.

  “How did you come to be so experienced?” I whispered. His skin was slick with sweat, his muscles hard beneath my fingers. I could make love to this man all night, every night, and never get bored.

  “Practice.” He smirked and started thrusting again. Long…and slow…

  “Oh?” Just the feel of him inside me was teasing me toward the edge. I tried to distract myself. “How many women have you had in your bed?”

  He chuckled and slid his fingers into my hair, admiring the short strands. “Do you always talk this much during sex?”

  I swore under my breath. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut? “Sorry.”

  “I like it. Don’t apologize.” He lifted up, supporting himself on his hands, and ground firmly against me as he thrust.

  “Ah. Oh.” This sensation of being guided toward a finale rather than having to claw my way to it on my own was very new, and I highly approved. “Mmm.”

  “Keep talking, Samira.” He sounded amused.

  “I…mmm…” It was no good—my words had vanished again.

  As much as I wanted to touch him, I couldn’t help but stretch out, my arms above my head where he’d put them before. My orgasm hovered, tantalizingly close, and I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue.

  He shifted again, glancing down to watch as he slid his cock in and out of me with a slick, sucking sound. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said, his voice husky.

  “Oh! Honestly. That’s a bit…oh…”

  He’d gone back to deep thrusts, and words deserted me again.

  “Hold onto it,” he scolded, leaning over to catch my hands in his, pinning me to the bed. “Control your climax, Samira. Don’t let it control you.”

  “It’s not…aaahhh…that easy. It’s like a wild horse…”

  “Then we must tame it.” He stopped moving as my orgasm began to bloom.

  The blissful ripples that promised so much died away, and I sagged back onto the bed, flexing my fingers in his with a frustrated groan. His lips were parted, his dark hair falling over one eye, and his chest heaved with deep breaths. He wasn’t as calm as he looked, but he had a tighter control of his desire than I did.

  I decided to see what I could do about that.

  I let my thighs fall open to give him better access. Now there was nothing stopping him plunging inside me. “You want to take me hard and fast?”

  His lips curved. “No.” He slowed his thrusts even more, but I watched him glance down, and he released one of my hands so he could stroke up my thigh.

  I lowered my hand to my breast and plucked at the nipple. “I’m going to come. You can’t stop me, so you might as well join me.”

  He growled, caught my hand again, and pinned it above my head. “You’ll come when I’m ready,” he said, easing back so only the tip of his cock slid in and out of me.

  I tried to push my hips up, so he released a hand to hold them down. With my free hand I tugged his hair and ran my nails along his scalp. He groaned and thrust harder and, gleefully, I continued to drag my nails down his back, digging them hard into his skin.

  “Fuck.” He gave in, held me down by both wrists, and thrust, hard and fast. He kissed me, any attempt at gentleness gone, and I moaned as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, demanding entry, taking rather than requesting.

  I tried to pull my hands free, but he leaned his weight on them. He was a big man, and I had no hope of escape.

  What a terrible shame. I almost laughed out loud again, but I bit my lip and opened up to him, letting him thrust away. As wonderful as gentle lovemaking was, this was what I enjoyed. I’d known there was a stallion inside him, and I felt a flood of pure pleasure as he finally set it free.

  My orgasm began deep, a fierce clench inside, and he continued to thrust as I tightened around his cock and cried out with the strength of the pulses. My arms would bear bruises in the morning, but at that moment I didn’t care—I just wanted him to take me.

  The pulses were dying away when his body stiffened, and I opened my eyes to see his gaze burning into mine.

  “Do you want me to withdraw?” he asked huskily.

  Before I could think better of it, I shook my head. Pleasure crossed his face, and then he shuddered and closed his eyes, releasing his seed inside me.

  What was I doing? He’d been polite enough to offer to remove the risk of pregnancy, and I’d turned him down. My mind spun, but as he released my wrists and kissed me, spilling the last of his silky fluid, I could only think t
hat I had given him pleasure, and nothing else mattered.

  Chapter Five

  Swallowing down a sudden surge of emotion, I watched him lift off to lie beside me. I waited for him to call Malik for wine, or even to roll over and sleep.

  Instead, he pulled me toward him, wrapped me in his arms, and kissed my hair.

  Touched, I curled up against his side. Leaning my chin on his ribs, I pulled at a chest hair, trying to pluck it out.

  “Ouch.” He lifted his arm and tucked it under his head so he could look at me. “Naughty girl.”

  “You don’t like pain?”

  He laughed. “I meant for not doing as you’re told.”

  “Sorry.”

  “You’re not sorry in the least.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Then don’t say it,” he scolded.

  I scowled. “Are you always this bossy?”

  “Yes. It comes with the territory.”

  Once again, I had forgotten he was a prince used to commanding armies, and with a whole household of people who carried out his every whim.

  “Are you always this rebellious?” he asked.

  “Yes. It comes with the territory.”

  He chuckled. “Tell me about life as a dancer, Samira.” Picking up a strand of my short hair, he twirled it around his finger.

  So I spoke for a while, describing life in the troupe. I told him about how we traveled from city to city, earning money for food, clothing, and to maintain our tents before we moved on again. We rarely had any money left over, and for me, at least, there was no end in sight to the itinerant lifestyle, but I was content enough, and told him so.

  “You wouldn’t rather settle down?” He gestured for Malik to enter through the curtains with some wine. We sat up as the slave passed us both a glass, then laid a plate between us with some slices of fruit and a dish of dates and honey.

  I shrugged and helped myself to a slice of peach. “I don’t wish for the stars just because I can see them in the sky.” The juice ran down my chin and over my fingers, and I wiped it up with a curse.

  The Prince reached out and took my hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, he closed his lips around my fingers and sucked.

  I shivered as a tingle went through me. “Mmm.”

  Releasing my hand, he popped a date in his mouth and chewed, his eyes turning sultry. “So, Samira, is there a special man in your life?”

  “Apart from you, you mean?”

  He laughed. “Very tactful.”

  “It is the truth.” I’d been fond a man once or twice, but I’d never fallen in love.

  I could fall in love with the Prince, though. I knew it, and I was certain he knew it too.

  “What about you?” I was keen to direct the conversation away from me. “You are not married?”

  “Not yet. Soon, though.”

  “To whom?”

  “Her name is Jamila. She is the daughter of the Prince of Kokand. It is good match, politically.”

  “Have you met her?”

  “Yes. She is very beautiful. I am a lucky man.” He smiled.

  I surprised myself by feeling no envy, perhaps because this man was so far out of my reach there was no point in being jealous. “Will you remain faithful to her?” I asked softly.

  His eyes widened and turned hard—I had displeased him with such an intimate question.

  I decided to be honest. “I’m sorry if I offend you. But I’ve heard many stories about you, and I cannot imagine you being satisfied with one woman, however beautiful she is.”

  The coolness faded from his eyes, and a smile touched his lips. He stretched out on his side, propping his head on a hand. “Do you believe a man can love more than one woman?”

  I thought about it. “I don’t see why not. What is love, but a deep affection, a desire to protect and care for another person? To give them pleasure, and to have them pleasure you in return?”

  He ate another date. His eyes were warm now. “I agree.”

  “Then you will have a harem?”

  He said nothing, just licked the honey from his fingers.

  Understanding dawned. “Ah,” I said. “You already have one.”

  He picked up another date. “Yes. Jamila is aware of that. She will not protest.”

  I wondered if she minded that she would have to share her husband with other wives and concubines. Even if she did, if she was smart, she would probably keep her objections to herself.

  Do you believe a man can love more than one woman? he’d asked me. I smiled at his phrasing. He hadn’t asked if I believed a man could have sex with more than one woman. He’d used the word love.

  “Do you fall in love easily?” I asked him.

  He pushed aside the plate and gestured for Malik to collect it. I didn’t miss Malik’s attempt to hide a smile.

  “All the time,” the Prince said, and grinned.

  “Really?”

  He shrugged. “I do not see how a man can make love to a woman with feeling without loving her.”

  I laughed. “Then you love me?”

  He met my gaze, his eyes serious. “With all my heart.”

  “You are a terrible tease.”

  “I’m not teasing. You don’t feel the same way?” He tipped his head at me.

  Was he asking if I loved him? The question confused me, and his admission whirled around inside my head. He didn’t mean it, obviously. He couldn’t—I’d only known him a few hours. “I don’t know. I like you very much.”

  “Have you ever been in love, Samira?”

  I thought about Bashir, and the men I had met over the years who had shared my bed. “No, I don’t think I have.”

  “That is very sad. You must be lonely.”

  It was my turn to shrug. “If I want sex, there is usually a man willing to help out, and when there isn’t, I have my hand to keep me company.” I winked at him and finished off my wine. Heat was rising in my belly—even though I’d already had three orgasms that evening, I wanted him again. His eyes hinted at a dark sensuality I had only touched the surface of in the past, and I wanted to discover more.

  I looked down—my comment about pleasuring myself had caused his cock to rise.

  “Show me,” he said. He gestured to Malik to refill his wine glass. Malik did so, and when he went to leave, the Prince gestured for him to stay.

  I was past feeling embarrassment. The wine was threading through my veins, loosening my inhibitions. I wanted to drive this man to the edge, to watch him come apart.

  Leaning back on my hands, I parted my legs, giving them both a perfect view of my pussy. Lowering one hand there, I ran a finger down my inner lips, dipped it inside to gather some of the moisture there, and began to stroke myself.

  Both men watched, their faces darkening with desire. I tipped my head back and concentrated on the sensations it aroused inside me as I circled my fingers over my clit, the button soon becoming swollen and sensitive.

  I didn’t mind them watching, but it was no fun playing on my own. The Prince took his cock in his hand and gave it a few slow strokes, and before he could stop me, I turned on my hands and knees and padded across the bed to him.

  “I didn’t say you could stop,” he said, still stroking himself lazily.

  “Don’t care.” I was insolent on purpose—I wanted to fire him up. Without asking, I took his cock in my hand and lowered my mouth over the tip.

  The breath hissed through his teeth, and he fell back onto the mattress, bringing his arms up to sink his hands into his hair. I took him deep into my mouth so that he touched the back of my throat, and sucked, making him groan. I enjoyed giving pleasure this way, and was happy to tease him for a while.

  But not for too long. Glancing up, with my mouth still over the Prince’s cock, I beckoned Malik closer. His gaze flicked to the Prince, who had his eyes closed. I winked at Malik, and his lips curved. He moved to the foot of the bed, loosened his trousers, and took out his cock. I turned and took him in my mouth.
r />   Behind me, I felt the Prince push himself up onto his elbows, and I saw Malik shrug his shoulders as if to say What can I do?

  I sucked Malik, waiting for the Prince to do something, either to pull me away, or maybe to take me from behind. He didn’t move though, so, lifting my head, I faced him and licked my lips.

  To my surprise, he rolled off the bed and pulled on his trousers. I sat back and watched him dismiss all the slaves bar Malik and one other, waiting for the door to close before he came back to the bed. On the way, he picked up one of the scarves I had discarded earlier.

  Parting the curtains, he stood before me and held out his hands. Swallowing down my nerves at the dark desire in his eyes, I put my hands in his.

  He pulled me to my feet. Raised my fingers to his lips and kissed them.

  Then he looped the scarf around my wrists, and tied them together.

  Chapter Six

  My heart raced. Was I prepared for this? I had no idea what he had in mind, but clearly it involved Malik and the other slave.

  The Prince tucked a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his. “You think to control me in the bedchamber?” His voice held amusement.

  I shrugged.

  He lowered his lips until they just brushed mine. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

  I said nothing, shocked into silence, and more than a little nervous. I refused to voice my fear, but it must have flickered in my eyes because his expression softened, and he kissed my lips. “Remember what I said to you at the beginning? I enjoy discovering the limits of a woman’s pleasure. I’m going to take you to the edge, Samira, and keep you there until you beg me to stop.”

  “I’ll never beg,” I said, knowing it would provoke him.

  He laughed. “We shall see.”

  He took my arm and led me across the room to the chairs in front of the fire. There he turned me to face him again, and beckoned the two slaves over.

  “You have already met Malik,” he said. “This is Jasim.” He indicated the other slave and circled around him. “Do you find him desirable?”