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Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 01

By: CharmingVixen



"Your birthday presents, Prince Akim."

Jade lowered her head at these soft words. She was more ashamed than she could say. Herself, and four other girls from various countries had been kidnapped as possible birthday presents for some rich prince in a small principality she had never even heard of. That didn't mean they didn't have the money or resources to carry off international crime though, mainly people trafficking. 

They were told on their arrival that one of them would be the lucky girl selected to join the prince's harem. The other four would be returned to their homelands. 

Dressed in diaphanous cloths and precious stones and metals, the girls felt vulnerable and exposed. Jade had seen clearly the gentle curve of her breasts through her clothes and was embarrassed to be so publicly exposed, but hadn't dared draw attention to herself by being defiant. Like the other four girls, she still had a chance to go home.

Five beautiful virgins, none wanting the honor that would be bestowed on one of them. They were told to be respectful and to follow orders while they were guests or they might not be returned home after all. All five of them had been especially selected because they had no living relatives, few friends, and most importantly no one to raise the red flag if they were never returned. Their fear was real and tangible, but they did as they were instructed and tried to catch the eye of the prince. 

The first girl, taken from France, stepped forward. "I am Amelie," she offered in her soft voice, her head dipping as a sign of respect. She stood for his insulting perusal not daring to move as his finger brushed the tip of her breast and his eyes roved over her lush curves. When he finished his inspection, Amelie stepped back into line with the other five girls. 

The second girl, taken from Thailand, stepped forward. Her small body trembled with fear and she could not even find her voice to say her name. A whip landed softly against the back of her thighs in warning. Finally she opened her mouth. "I am Kindra." 

As the prince stepped nearer to Kindra she folded under the pressure and stepped away from him. Another slash of the whip was her reward, but she was past caring as she turned to run for the door. Where she thought she could go was uncertain, but her need to flee was too strong to ignore. She was caught halfway to the door and thrown to her knees before the prince. His displeasure was obvious as he looked down at her huddled weeping figure. 

"Get up," the words left his mouth and filled the air with a tense silence. They did not bode well for Kindra's future. 

Jade bit down on her lip as the temptation to defend Kindra warred within. She knew it would not go well for either of them if she stepped forward. 

Kindra slowly dragged herself to her feet, tears still coursing down her cheeks. "Am I so abhorrent to you?" the prince asked, although the answer was clear to anyone with eyes that he was a vision of male perfection. 

The slow shaking of her head confirmed that Kindra did in fact have eyes.

"Why then do you seek to flee?" The hard glitter in his eyes was too much for Kindra and she started her heavy weeping all over again. 

Their keeper, who had been silently watching the proceedings, and cracking the whip when necessary, stepped forward and spoke. It was clear by her words that she had no heart. "Send her to the public pleasure halls. There let her learn of the opportunity she passed over." There was no emotion in the words. No malice, no hatred. These were the words of a woman who cared only for her prince. 

The prince considered her words, and with a nod of his head, and four little words, Kindra's fate was sealed. "Let it be so."

Two guards grabbed Kindra by the arms and dragged her from the prince's presence. Her frightened cries grated in Jade's ears and before she knew her own mind she spoke. 

"Wait!" Jade could have kicked herself as the word left her mouth. Damned in that one word.

The prince lifted his hand signaling for the guards to give pause, although what this slip of a girl could have to say that would change his mind he couldn't imagine. 

Jade took a deep breath, trying to draw strength from the air itself. She hadn't done anything wrong. It was impossible for her to have kept quiet while Kindra was being consigned to a fate worse than death. The five girls had formed a friendship during the days of their brief captivity and in all good conscience Jade couldn't let her suffer for a situation that was not of her own making.

Some serious ego stroking was in order. "If it pleases the prince, he should show mercy to a stranger in a strange land," her lowered head and soft green eyes called for clemency. She worked hard to inject her voice with just the right note of reasonability to give him the impression that maybe he had acted a little rashly. 

Akim was not fooled by her softly spoken words. The clenched fist at her side said more clearly than anything else how she felt about his decision and what she would like to do to him. 

"It does not please me," he rejected her words with a casual toss of his hand. He crossed over to her, marveling at her beauty and purity. "What is your name?"

The fist clenched tighter. "Jade." She raised her lowered head to stare into his eyes. "My name is Jade."

"Jade." He said the name slowly, rolling it around his mouth to see how he liked it. It suited her eyes. "Be at peace Jade," he offered his hand sliding down her arm to meet the clenched fist. 

Jade could have kicked herself as she realized why he had not been swayed by her soft and persuasive words. Her own body had betrayed her. She quickly checked her natural reaction, which was to pull her hand away from his. She let his fingers play there until he had teased her clenched fist open. 

His hand slid back up her arm and cupped her breast. He watched her closely and was surprised at the two reactions he saw reflected in her. One said very clearly that she was not fighting him because of his position over her, but in different circumstances she would do him mortal harm for daring to touch her. The other said that she liked his touch and was surprised by this. 

"What are you willing to do to save your friend?" He asked the question with only half interest, lightly pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

Jade took a deep breath, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. "What do you require?"

"You." Akim moved his other hand up the gentle curve of her thigh before turning it inward to explore the depths of her. He slid a single finger into her body pushing past her body's natural rejection and forcing the digit in. Jade bucked against the move trying to pull back and he secured his hand on her arm to hold her still. 

His eyes bore into hers as he made her submit to that one finger sliding in and out relentlessly. She wasn't wet, but she was so tight and hot that Akim felt full to bursting just touching her. The defiant fire flashing in her eyes told him just how passionate she would be when aroused. 

Without warning he pulled the offending finger from her and released his hold on her arm. "Just you." Jade didn't like the sudden darkening of his eyes or the wicked gleam that sprang to life as he finished. "On your knees."

Bowing before him as she had been taught, Jade fell to her knees bringing her head to rest on her hands. Akim's laugh split the air and she could even hear their keeper, whom she had previously thought incapable of feeling emotion, stifling her chuckles. Jade raised her head in inquiry. 

Akim drew her face up until it was on a level with his crotch and she was suddenly afraid she knew what he had meant as he began to unfasten his pants. 

Jade scurried back rising swiftly to her feet. "No," she adamantly refused.

"Suit yourself," Akim replied, giving her free reign to pleasure him or not, and appearing for all the world as if he didn't care either way. "But know that your decision decides her fate." That same finger that he had just pulled from her body was now pointing at the still defeated Kindra, who was too timid and tender to be in such an emotive situation. 

Jade hated him in that moment. Emotional blackmail. Do it and your friend can have a chance at life; don't do it and your friend will wish she had never been born. Some choice. 

"Now?" she asked, not quite believing what he wanted her to do or that he could be such a cold unfeeling bastard.

"Now," he agreed.

As if in a daze, Jade lowered herself back to her knees in front of the prince. Her eyes widened with fear and abject horror as she took in the size of him. And he expected her to put him in her mouth? Jade flicked her tongue out once over the tip, mindful of the six guards, the four other girls, and their keeper. She watched dispassionately as his penis flinched violently from that small contact.

Her eyes lifted to Akim's, silently asking him if he was sure this was what he wanted. The hand on the back of her head that guided her back to his straining flesh provided her answer. Jade released a deep breath before bending her head to the task that had been assigned. 

Her mouth slid smoothly over the tip and she tightened her lips in a tight o and slid back. His answering groan told her she was on the right track. Jade ran her tongue down the length of him, stopping at the base to nibble little kisses around it, watching the head twitch and dance with her slightest touch. 

In an unexpected move Jade drew her head away from his straining flesh. She couldn't do it. "I'm sorry," she whispered the words, half afraid to say them aloud. His hand in her hair had tightened considerably. 

He dragged her to her feet, his flesh standing proud and erect between them. "Sorry?" he echoed, her words sounding even less savory coming from his mouth. 

She shook her head in mute denial. "I can't do it," she apologized. "I can't degrade myself for you." 

Jade could feel the silence behind her and wondered what cold words their keeper would offer now, but it proved to be unnecessary as the prince issued his own words. "Worshipping me with your mouth is degrading?" he practically snarled the question at her and Jade knew a moment of fear so powerful she could barely combat it. No wonder Kindra had been a blubbering idiot when faced with this kind of raw aggression. 

She stayed silent, knowing no answer could pacify his current rage. 

"No answer?" he mocked. "Too afraid to take responsibility for your own words?" His eyes fell to her breasts as they moved quickly up and down in her growing agitation. "Then let me make it easy for you by taking the decision out of your hands," and before she could stop him he was tearing the clothes from her body. Sheer though it had been, it was the only protection she had against the knowing eyes all around them, and she protested violenty.

Fighting like a she-tiger, Jade scratched and fought and kicked and punched, but it was all to no avail. Akim easily stripped her and backed her against the western wall. Her piercing scream echoed around the room as he reared into her flesh tearing through her virginity and robbing her of her self respect with one thrust. Her fingernails dug into his forearms as she pushed herself as far back into the wall as she could, almost as if she were trying to disappear within the cold unyielding surface. 

The keeper couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen the prince take a woman with anything other than respect. Even the reluctant women were prepared with a special aphrodisiac. His ferocity surprised and in some small way alarmed her. That he had possessed the ability to be so cruel all this time and having never once expressed it. 

Jade's blood provided enough lubrication for Akim to slide comfortably in and out of her hot depths. He pushed into her untried flesh neither caring that it was her first time or doing anything to ease her suffering. She had angered him too greatly with her refusal. He had offered her an easy alternative to release his pent up desires and she had refused it. This was her reward and her punishment. 

Jade's body radiated pain from the point where their bodies connected outward. She tried to disconnect her mind from what was happening but it was impossible to ignore his hard flesh pounding into her. Each time he would push back in he would stretch the flesh again to accommodate his massive size. He showed no signs of slowing or tiring soon. 

The pain eased slightly as the time wore on and like a rag doll Jade went completely limp in his arms. Let him spend himself in her depths; she wouldn't be there to suffer it. Moving her mind away from her body, she focused on happier times. Times when she was free, when her virginity was still intact, when she could say no without fear of the consequences. 

Akim felt the change immediately and pulled out. As soon as he released her, Jade was back at it again, only this time with a thousand times more passion as she felt she had been grievously wronged. She landed a few lucky punches before Akim restrained her again, clenching her wrists together and using the weight of his body to crush the rest of her into immobility. 

She was defiant and disobedient, but something about her moved Akim in ways he couldn't name. Almost without his knowledge his hand moved down her body moving gently through her sensitive sore flesh. Jade immediately flinched from the contact but had nowhere to go. "Please don't," she begged, not knowing any other way to stop him. He was like a marauding invader and he ignored her plea taking whatever he wanted. 

His thumb swirled once around her clit and he saw in that instance how right he was about her. Her nipples tightened and a single drop of dew gathered. He could have her screaming her pleasure to the world in less time than it took to change his clothes. He swirled it again. Her hips tried to follow the movement but were blocked by the weight of his body. Akim was gratified to see the look of pained horror in her eyes when she realized what he could do to her. And just that quickly she tried to fight again. 

"You're not a prince; you're a rapist," she yelled, her voice the only weapon left to her. 

As quickly as he had pulled out, Akim pushed back into her protesting flesh. Trapping her hands above her head and dragging one of her legs around his waist. Jade felt a bolt of lightening burn directly from her pelvis to every region of her body. "No," she potested seeing his intent clearly.

"Yes," he countered, his hand leaving her leg to fall between her thighs. He pressed insistently on her clit, rubbing his finger faster and faster around the swollen nub. Jade felt his thrusts quicken and knew that it was owed all to the slickness of her body. She felt her juices leaking onto him each time he pushed in and she knew that the other girls could hear the wet sound coming from between her legs. 

She bit her lip to lock the sound inside. She wouldn't shame herself further by letting them think he had given her pleasure. 

Akim's mouth fell to her breast, his teeth gently nipping at the nipple. Beads of sweat ran between the valley of her breasts with the effort she was exerting to lie still in his embrace, neither meeting his thrusts, nor refusing them. His tongue followed the trail down to her stomach where his current position prevented him from going. He pulled out of her intent on following the path to its known end. 

One minute he was inside of her and the next he had bent her knee to rest her foot on his back as he knelt before her. Jade was too slow witted to stop the motion, not imaging his wicked intent until it was too late and that same pleasure giving mouth fell between her legs. 

Two fingers moved to fill the void left between her thighs and a third circled her clit every few seconds when he removed his mouth to slide lower to taste the proof of her desire. Jade couldn't contain herself any longer and cried for mercy, her hips moving frantically in time with the thrusts of his fingers. His tongue lightly tapped on her clit as he felt contractions start deep inside of her and knew she was about to pay him the highest compliment by retracting her words, not with her mouth, but with her body. No rapist ever brought a woman as much pleasure as he was gifting her. 

Her nails clawed the wall behind her as her body flushed with pleasure and her screams again echoed through the chamber, only this time in pleasure. Akim slid back into her folds before she had fully recovered knowing her flesh was too sensitive to bear the heavy pounding he was giving it. He thrust deeply and quickly into her intent on finding his own pleasure. He had played with her long enough. 

Jade screamed again as another wave of pleasure drowned her. "Akim, please," she yelled, her voice raised high with excitement and need. He immediately stilled. 

It was not immediately clear to Jade the reason for the sudden stillness in the room. Her mind raced furiously and the keepers words drifted back to her through a haze of mist, "No one calls the prince by his given name without his express permission. You may call him My Prince." 

Jade's eyes connected with his to determine the extent of the wrong she had done. As the prince pulled out of her, she knew more effectively than any words how great her transgression was. When only moments before she had dreaded having him touch her, now she felt the loss of his presence as he backed away from her adjusting his clothes. He did not meet her eyes or speak to her again. Instead he turned to the keeper. 

"Take her to my room to be punished." Jade felt fear slither down her spine at these words, but kept silent knowing she was in enough trouble. "Kindra will remain as our guest," he continued, not elaborating in what capacity she would serve. "You may return the other three to their homes." He turned on his heal dismissing their presence. 

Jade was led away by the keeper, hiding behind her hands as much as possible as she was led naked through hall after hall. She was cleansed and secured against one of the walls in the prince's bedroom, her legs spread apart and her wrists bound together overhead. She dreaded what he would do to her and her mind tripped over all the stories she had heard about torture in foreign countries. 

Time passed slowly as Jade contemplated her fate, but every second she was alone meant she wasn't being punished by the prince so she remained thankful. The keeper returned with a sweet milk like substance which Jade drank without question grateful for the nourishment.

The keeper heard Jade's agitated voice calling a few minutes later and knew the cause. Ignoring Jade's pleas for help and something about needing to see a doctor, she left to find the prince with a huge grin splitting her face. 

Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 02



Jade squirmed against her bonds trying her best in her restricted position to rub her skin against itself, the wall, anything. It was so irritated, itchy and hot. She was sure she had caught something in the days since she had been taken. A strange land, strange foods, who knew what she had caught. Her agitated cry split the air again. "Help! Doesn't anyone care that I'm dying?" She closed her eyes mumbling to herself under her breath as she continued to shift about. "Or maybe that is my punishment. To die strapped to a wall for daring to breathe that lunatic's name."

"Hardly."

Jade's eyes snapped open, at once dismayed at having her words overheard and relieved that someone had come to rescue her from her torment. Jade quickly dropped her eyes to the floor and started to speak as though he had not just heard her insulting him. "Thank God you've come My Prince." She made sure to address him correctly in her effort to find favor with him. "I'm afraid I've become very ill and I need to see a doctor."

Noticing a small smile playing about his mouth she felt aggrieved further. Really, what more could he do to her? "It's not funny." Giving him her hardest, coldest look, Jade tried to impress upon him the seriousness of his folly. "If your people hadn't kidnapped me and if you weren't holding me here against my will I likely wouldn't be sick unto death.

At those words he did laugh. "Sick unto death?" His mocking tone told her he didn't quite believe in the severity of her condition. "Tell me luscious Jade," his eye on her breasts as he spoke, "What are the symptoms of this terrible illness with which you are afflicted?"

"For starters my body aches as though I have the flu."

"That sounds painful." His droll tone did nothing to convince Jade that he was taking her condition seriously.

"Fine," she huffed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall, "Don't believe me, but my death is on your head."

The prince moved closer to her, noting the motions of discomfort her body was making rubbing sinuously against the wall. He brushed his finger lightly over her left nipple and watch while her body jerked as though she had been shot. 

"Has it ever occurred to you," he asked indolently, tipping her chin up so her eyes were connected with his, "That you're not sick, but maybe drugged?"

Jade tried to pull her chin out of his strong grip, offended by his words and by the idea. "No, it didn't ever occur to me that I had been drugged. But since you brought it up, then may I ask, have I been drugged My Prince?" She added on the title as more of an insult towards his unprincely behavior rather than in deference to his lofty position.

"Since you ask so nicely, my lovely little love slave, then I'll answer just as nicely. Of course you have been." He saw her physical repulsion at the idea, but continued as though it didn't matter one way or the other what she thought of him. "How else could I be sure your body would warmly welcome whatever punishment I chose to give it?" 

"My body will never welcome anything from you," she defiantly threw at him, proud of the steadiness of her words. She didn't admit even to herself that she had already made a lie of her words earlier in the day by welcoming his body into hers. 

His fingers slid between her thighs as his other hand held her chin steady. He received a certain sort of pleasure at making her submit to his will and it was clear to him that she would rather die than have to face his mocking brown eyes. Her eyes only shifted from his when she caught a motion off to her side. His hand, glistening with her readiness. "It seems the choice is not yours to make."

He brought his hand in front of her face instructing her to taste her own desire. She shook her head refusing to do anything so sexually decadent. Who went around tasting themselves? He slid one of his fingers into his mouth savoring the taste of her as her eyes followed the motion of his tongue. "Delicious," he praised. "I must insist that you have a taste." He smoothed his finger over her lips and almost with a will of its own, her tongue swept out to follow the path of his finger. While she wouldn't go so far as to say delicious, she could certainly admit there was something decidedly erotic about the taste.

Pulling away from her, he saw her body strain against her bonds as she tried to follow his move. 

"I'm glad your body is so ready." Her skin went a fury red at his direct words, but she was powerless to keep him from speaking his mind. She vowed in that moment if she ever managed to escape she would find a way to make him suffer.

"I have a gift for you. An ancient gift that few people have had the pleasure of experiencing." He loosened the bonds on her arms giving her hope that he was letting her go, only to dash it by securing the bonds again adding a few inches of extra leeway.

She watched with horror filled eyes as a statue of an impossibly large and thick penis was brought into the room and positioned too near to her vulnerably exposed body for comfort. Once the two servants had left he positioned the offensive stone phallus between her legs. "It is called the King's Delight modeled after my great grandfather."

Jade balanced unsteadily on the tips of her toes and just managed to keep herself high enough that the tip didn't enter her, but not so high that it didn't pressed against her delicate folds and demanded entry. 

Prince Akim sat down to observe her attempts knowing that sooner or later she would become tired and sink down out of exhaustion. 

Jade felt the muscles in her legs quiver with exhaustion. She couldn't maintain this position for much longer and she tried again to appeal to the prince who was no prince at all if his scandalous behavior was anything to go by.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He ignored her appeal, only stared at her beautiful face dispassionately. 

Her legs gave way and she sank down on the sculpted penis. The cold, hard stone slid into her with difficulty. It was extremely large and even with her wet heat coating it, it slid in mere inches before stopping. Jade still managed to hold a certain amount of weight in her arms and knew that when her arms became too tired to hold her up that last inch her full weight would force the foreign object deeper into her body. 

"Please," she tried again, feeling her arms tremor before they gave up entirely and she sank down further onto the King's Delight. She cried out in discomfort and tried to again push herself on her tippy toes. 

Akim watched her struggles with amusement. Any moment she would say the words he waited to hear.

"Oh my God," she moaned in complaint as the bit she had managed to escape slid back into her. "Please. Please. Please," she moaned, a litany of cries filled with discomfort and agony. "Ah!" she screamed as she tried again to lift her weight off the phallus and failed having the rough stone scrape along inside of her. "I'll do anything, only please let me go."

Akim rose slowly from his seat and walked over to her. "Anything?"

"Anything," she howled, prepared to say anything to be free. Seconds later she found her bonds released and her body eased off the cold statue. He pushed her down to her knees and began to loosen his pants. Jade just barely managed to bite back the moaned protest that rose in her throat. He was determined that she would suck him dry this very day and if that was what he wanted, then fine. 

Calling to mind a lollipop she had been denied as a child she bent her head down conjuring up the sweet strawberry taste in her mind and pulling strongly with her jaws. She worked her head up and down sucking strongly all the while. The quicker he came the sooner she would be free of having his disgusting length in her mouth. But somewhere between despising that he had got her down on her knees again and that he was virtually choking her with his thick length for his pleasure, she started to take a sort of pleasure in her work. That she could reduce him to this mindless pleasure seeking animal whose sole purpose for life lay in her mouth at that moment was an invigorating thought. She let him slide a little deeper until he was sliding down her throat. 

It took all her strength of will to relax when his hands tightened in her hair and held her face still while he pummeled into her mouth and worked her throat raw with his fierce possession. 

His deep growl of pleasure and the tensing of his thighs was all the warning she got before he shot his load down her throat. Jade swallowed as quickly as she could while black dots danced before her eyes as her airway was cut off. She pulled her head away as soon as he released her hair looking up at him warily. Her body was still on fire, but she ignored it, treating it like the disease she had originally imagined it to be. 

"Get up," he demanded, motioning for her to get on the bed. 

"You can't be serious," she bit out before she thought better of it and went to the bed as he had instructed. She scooted onto the bed while he went back to the chair he had been sitting in previously, positioning it so that he could see the bed easily from his vantage point.

"Touch yourself," he instructed.

Jade froze. He wanted too much. She would never masturbate in front of another person. It was a personal experience, one she wasn't going to be sharing with a complete stranger. Her face turned mutinous and she didn't move.

"Jade," he said her name warningly. 

Jade heard the threat in his tone but couldn't bring herself to do it. "No," she refused.

He rose from his reclining position and she knew there would be a serious penalty to pay when he reached her. Jade sat there like a frightened rabbit for several crucial seconds before her rational mind suggested she not let him reach her. She darted for the door knowing guards would be swarming about the palace and that she was naked, but not caring. He grabbed her inches from the door further enraged at her attempt to escape. 

"Do you really think I would let you go?"

"Do you really think I want to live the rest of my life being able to do only what you allow?" she countered. 

"You are having some trouble being obedient. This I can understand since you have been allowed so many freedoms since birth." 

Never one to let an opportunity pass, Jade took his apparent understanding as a chance to plead her case yet again, "Let me go and there will be no trouble."

"Li'ir," he called, and immediately the woman she had known only as their keeper appeared. So she had a name. Did that also mean she had a heart? "Bring Kindra to me." Li'ir fled to do his bidding. In the meantime Akim led Jade back over to the bed and pushed her gently down onto the soft surface.

Li'ir appeared with Kindra in tow shaking with reaction as she often did these days. Akim resumed his seat, and had Li'ir bind Kindra to the wall. "Listen well Jade, for I will not repeat myself. Every time you fail to comply with my requests Kindra will suffer for it. Do you understand?"

She numbly nodded her head in agreement. He was such a Neanderthal, such a controlling manipulative jerk, but what could she do?

"Now," he settled into a more comfortable position, certain he was about to get the show he demanded, "Touch yourself." She hesitated for a split second and heard a whip crack. She turned just in time to see it connect with the tender skin on Kindra's back. Kindra's loud mewl of pain brought a speedy reaction from Jade.

Her hands immediately flew to her breasts determined to keep Kindra from any more distress. The whip cracked again and Jade's wide, angry eyes flew to his, but she knew better than to castigate him in front of Li'ir. 

"Like you mean it," he instructed.

Jade closed her eyes. She didn't know how else she could meet his demands other than to pretend he wasn't there. One hand swept down over her belly and caressed the soft skin there. The other stayed on her breast squeezing the mound as the blood began to flow in earnest. She thanked God that the drug they had given her increased her arousal making it a simple matter for a flush of excitement to spread over her skin. She pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as the gentle pain intersected with the pleasure from her hand on her stomach. She moved both her hands between her legs determined to get it over with. 

She used one hand to hold the lips apart and the other to slide between her slick folds. Her fingers had always been sufficient before but she had never had anything else to compare them to. Now, having experienced the mind numbing pleasure of his fingers inside of her she became restless and frustrated with her own smaller, shorter fingers. She pulled her fingers out trailing them up her nipple to rub the proof of her desire onto her nipples, causing them to glisten for his approving gaze. 

She brought her hand back between her thighs going straight for her clit. She pinched the swollen nub between two fingers and squealed in delight arching her back in pleasure. She pressed down hard on her clit and let out a loud scream of pleasure. He called out to her then, "Look at me." Jade opened her eyes finding his stare touching everything at once. Focused on the glistening beacon between her legs, fixed on her embarrassed aroused face. She tried to push herself towards orgasm, but found it too difficult once she was fully conscious of her environment again. He walked towards her, heavily aroused, watching the flush mount her skin as he caught her staring at the hard proof of his desire. 

"Do you want this," he asked motioning towards his erect cock straining up as if would fall of it weren't satisfied soon.

She shook her head in mute denial as his hand wrapped around her ankle, dragging her body towards the edge of the bed. Her glance flicked briefly over to Li'ir and Kindra. She shouldn't be shy about them hearing Akim claim her as they had pretty much seen it all earlier in the day, but still she couldn't shake the discomfort that claimed her body. Akim felt her stiffen and told Li'ir to leave them. Li'ir quickly freed Kindra and escaped the room correctly interpreting the impatient desire coating his voice.

The door had barely closed behind Li'ir when he lifted Jade's hips and slid deeply into her slick body. "Mmm..." he moaned, desperate for the hot heat of her body after only having claimed her the once. He was quickly becoming addicted to his birthday present. He would have to remember to thank Li'ir properly with a tangible display of his appreciation. 

He spent himself quickly between Jade's thighs, enjoying the position and the depth with which he could penetrate her. Jade's body accepted him easily as she relaxed into his possessive hold, her tight walls unconsciously stroking him as her muscles contracted all around him. She responded so perfectly when she wasn't fighting him that it was hard to remember she had no sexual experience. It was especially hard when he remembered the stroke of her tongue sliding over his flesh. When he would have collapsed next to her on the bed, he instead chose to continue pleasuring her. The high scream of delight she made when she came was addictive and he wanted to hear it at least once more before he left her to attend to his duties.

He slid easily from her slick folds to the floor, scooting her another inch closer to the edge of the bed before spreading her thighs wider. He brought his mouth down to the inside of her left thigh, spreading kisses and bites along the surface until she was practically screaming with the need to have him move his attention a little to the right. He obliged, sliding his tongue over her clit. She exploded at the first contact, shuddering as he slid a finger into her. She screamed again afraid of experiencing so much at once. Her hands came down to ward him off, one hand covering her folds in an attempt at protecting the other shooing him away. "Please Akim," she appealed in her breathless whisper. 

She could have bitten off her tongue when she realized what she'd said. Her eyes flew to his. Would he put her back on the King's Delight? Her mind answered back in defiance, would she continue to cower before him like she was in the wrong? It all came back to the fact that she shouldn't even be here, much less trying to watch her words. Her spine stiffened. She wouldn't apologize. Besides, it hadn't gotten her anywhere the last time. 

"Jade." The way he said her name was so cold she expected an ice front to breeze into the room and fill the empty silence.

She said the only word that came to mind, "Akim."



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 03



Jade could easily see the storm gathering in Akim's eyes and sent a silent prayer to heaven. She could still feel the drug moving through her bloodstream and half prayed his retaliation would take some sort of sexual form. 

"Insolent. Willful. Disobedient. Disrespectful." His insults rained down on her. She accepted them as compliments in the circumstances standing proudly and defiantly before him. 

At one point she started to tune him out so bored was she with the litany of faults. Who cared? She dared to shrug her shoulder at him unknowingly stoking his anger further. 

"You will be taken to the public pleasure halls and you will serve there until my anger has abated." 

That caught her attention. 

"What!?"

"Li'ir," his imperious voice rang out calling forth the one who would carry out his wicked plan. 

"That's inhumane!" she screeched, not willing to be his love slave, much less the love slave of hundreds of different men. 

Before she could think twice about it she threw herself at him and had dragged her nails down his cheek in rage. His hand came up to cover the wound as soon as she had been roughly dragged off him. When it came back smeared with his blood she knew she had not yet witnessed the fullness of his rage. 

"Li'ir," he called again, his dark gaze fixed on her even though his attention was fixed firmly over her shoulder. "Do not take her to the public halls until the aphrodisiac has worn off."

His cold smile told her she would not have an easy time of it at the public pleasure halls, especially now that she was going to be denied their little pleasure inducing cocktail. Jade seethed with latent fury. She would die before going to the pleasure halls, literally. 

Li'ir dragged Jade to her feet and escorted her back to the harem to wait. She was restrained while the drug raced through her system and made her wish for some small privacy so she could masturbate to satisfaction. While she waited she formulated her plan conspiring to look weaker and weaker with each moment that passed. 

Finally when she was just about drooping in her restraints she turned to Li'ir. "I know I am not in anyone's favor right now, but I'm diabetic and my blood sugar is dangerously low. Is it possible to have some strawberries or something? It would be a shame if I died before I could receive my punishment," she said with no small amount of irony in her words. 

Li'ir sent the guard to the kitchen. He was not long in returning with a bowl of mixed berries. Her bounds were loosened so she could feed herself. 

Jade lifted a prayer of thanks that her small ruse had worked so well. She swiftly consumed the berries knowing that she was deathly allergic. 

When she was a child she had eaten two strawberries which had cost her 2 days in the hospital and a severe warning. Several years later she had eaten a handful of blueberries and was hospitalized again for swelling and shock. Her allergy to all berries was diagnosed soon thereafter and she hadn't touched a berry since. But this was a special occasion and berries were definitely called for. Besides, what better way to go than death by mixed berries? 

The first hint that Li'ir had that something was wrong was when she noted the bright red rash that had appeared on Jade's neck. With her fair skin it was very obvious and caused Li'ir no small alarm. 

By the time Li'ir decided to send for the physician Jade's breathing had already become very shallow and she knew she was moments from passing out. Jade welcomed the beckoning darkness with open arms and hoped that when next she came to she would be in heaven. 

When word reached Akim that Jade had collapsed his first thought was that maybe she had really been sick earlier when she had complained of flu-like symptoms. When it was later revealed that she was having a severe allergic reaction and possibly couldn't be saved he was filled with admiration. A sick emotion in the circumstances, but her choice to die rather than accept punishment was a further sign of her commitment to defy rather than submit. 

His physician kept him updated on her status over the coming days. Initially she was in a coma-like shock that lifted after two days. She then fell into a very deep sleep for another two days before she awoke in a weakened state.

When her heavy eyelids lifted on the unfamiliar room and it all came rushing back Jade could have cried. She was fairly certain she wasn't going to be getting anywhere near another berry and couldn't bear the prospect of being a love slave. She released a weary sigh before closing her eyes again wondering if she could die just by willing it to be so. 

"So you are awake?" The kind voice came from behind her, probably alerted to her awareness by her less than subtle sigh. 

"Yes," she replied. Though her monosyllabic reply said clearly that she wished it wasn't so. 

"I will inform the prince."

Jade scrounged together enough energy to turn towards the voice. "Wait," she called, clearly becoming more agitated with the movement.

He rushed swiftly back to her side soothing her back into a relaxed position and fussing over her as though her health was of the utmost importance. "You mustn't work yourself into a state," he chided. "Relax." He smoothed a hand over her forehead and shook his head in consternation. "You have a fever young lady and need lots of liquids and rest before you'll feel halfway decent."

"Who are you," she shot back. Her health was the least of her worries, especially while she was still praying to die. 

"I am the palace physician. You must relax so you can get better," he insisted pressing a glass of cool water into her hand. 

Jade took small sips from the glass while he hovered over her before pushing the glass away as soon as he took his leave. She dragged her resistant body from the bed determined to make her escape. This was probably the least well guarded she would ever be. 

The prince entered the room moments later and found Jade collapsed in the middle of the floor. His condemning gaze flew to the physician who shrugged as if it was beyond him to control this particular patient. He helped settle Jade back into the bed before taking his leave. 

Akim settled next to her on the bed smoothing his hand over her damp brow. "Even ill you are the loveliest creature I have ever seen."

Jade turned her head away from him not willing to listen to his saccharine speech that was worth as much as the plastic punch bowl stored under her sink. 

His lips caressed the curve of her cheek and the stubborn line of her jaw. 

"It was wrong to have you sent to the public pleasure halls," he apologized. 

Jade was not in the mood for his apology and tried to shrug him off, but her miniscule strength was ineffectual for achieving her goal. 

Akim took her chin in a gentle grip and turned her face towards his. His lips met hers in a light searching kiss. She lay passive beneath him knowing she didn't have the strength to do anything else. 

"In the same way that it would be wrong of me to expect you to fulfill your sexual duty to me right now." His hand drifted down her throat to the gentle slopes of her breasts. His hand enclosed her left breast in a lazy caress. The nipple hardened immediately. "And yet that's exactly what I want from you."

His mouth followed the path of his hand falling to her breast. She tried to shift away from him, but found she couldn't even do that. His mouth closed over the turgid tip. His teeth gently scraped the flushed bud before drawing it into his mouth completely. 

"Your flesh is as sweet as I remember." His mouth moved to her other breast while his hand slid between her thighs. "I thought of little else while you were unconscious."

Akim sat up abruptly while his hand discovered the depths of her tight pussy. He pushed a finger inside relearning the delicious contours. Her flesh stretched to accommodate him and welcomed him with a warm rush of liquid fire. 

"You may be exhausted but you can still feel. You can feel how your body responds to mine, welcomes mine." Jade hated that he would do this to her when she was clearly too weak to resist him. Her logical mind argued that she couldn't resist him even if she had been at full strength. His touch was too skilled, his hands too knowing. 

"I don't want this," she negated. Hoping against hope that just this once he would care what she wanted. 

He pushed two fingers inside of her and watched dispassionately as her hips tried to arch up in pleasure. She was too weak to do it, but the fact that her body had made the effort told its own tale. 

"Lie to yourself if you must, but your body tells me the truth." His eyes locked with hers as he forced her to submit to those two thrusting fingers. He pressed them deeper into her slick depths and watched her pupils dilated. 

"Do you want me to lick you? Should I suck your clit?"

Her body convulsed as soon as her mind processed his words. Her treacherous body had once again given silent testament to how well she enjoyed his touch, his words, his everything. 

While the obvious sign of her pleasure still pooled between her legs and his wet fingers continued stroking her heated flesh she castigated and repelled him. "Will you rape me now? Will you pry my legs apart and force yourself on a woman who is too sick to fight your disgusting possession, My Lord." 

Her words were like a slap and the prince appeared to immediately recoil. Only he could feel the reaction she couldn't see. His flesh pulsed out an aggressive rhythm and swelled uncomfortably in response. He loved her boldness and her inability to yield. That she withheld so readily what other women threw at him made her that much more seductive. 

The desire to spread her thighs and do as she suggested was riding him hard but he fought it down. The next time he took her she would beg for it. She would carve her pleasure into his back and it would echo through the halls as she took her release. 

But in the meantime he would leave her with something to think about. 

He reached his hands out and spread her thighs. He saw the raw anger in her eyes as he did it, the certainty that he would rape her. She turned her head to the side unwilling to watch his ruthless possession. 

Akim lowered himself between her thighs and blew on the wet sheath that greeted him. His tongue followed the motion sweeping out in long laps to cleanse her glistening pussy. Her hips shifted slightly again. He knew she loved to be eaten and couldn't resist his mouth anywhere near her clit. 

He slid his tongue up her slit and circled her clit lightly with his tongue before roughly attending to the plump outer lips. A soft moan told him to keep going and he immediately withdrew. This time she would burn and not from any aphrodisiac he had given her. 

"As the doctor said, you should get some rest." He gave her one final glance taking in her flushed face and glittering eyes before exiting the room. 



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 04



The next few days saw Jade regaining her strength and little by little she became her old self again. The same morning she was pronounced well Li'ir came to bathe her. Once she was bathed she was escorted back to her room and tied to the bed. Her arms and legs spread out in a position of offering. And she was left that way, presumably for Akim to come and rape she derided. 

Akim did come to her, but it was not to rape her as she had assumed. He lowered himself between her legs and flicked his tongue once lightly over her clit. Her hips shot up off the bed. She couldn't help it. She loved his mouth on her. 

He nibbled small bites down the inside of her thigh before drawing one of the already plump lips into his mouth and nipping it gently with his teeth. She yelped in surprise. 

A thin coating of moisture had already started to leak from between her lips and she couldn't bother herself to care. She had wanted this for days now since he had left her unsatisfied before. His mouth moved back to her thigh and she shifted trying to put his mouth back into position with her clit. Her restless move seemed to be just what he was waiting for. He pulled away from her and left. Li'ir returned only seconds later and untied her. 

Jade spent the rest of the day in a tense frustrated fog. By nightfall she just wanted to escape into the welcome arms of sleep, but she was denied even that simple relaxation. When she would have fallen asleep she found that it was not permitted as she was apparently going to receive another visit. She was again secured to the bed. 

Akim slid easily between her thighs. His mouth went straight for her clit, not playing with it as he had before, but taking it completely into his mouth and sucking gently on it. Jade let out a cry of delight and she started to move her hips in tandem with his mouth. She could feel the orgasm, could taste it it was so close. And at the second when she would have crested he withdrew from her. 

She was shaking with disappoint and frustration. Her arms were untied but she knew she would be watched over all night and would not be permitted to satisfy her own lust. 

The next 6 days showed a repeating pattern. She was restrained twice a day, normally in the morning and at night, and he would tease her into a state of desire before leaving her woefully disappointed. She was never left alone long enough to bring herself to orgasm and her mood went from gloomy to grim over the course of the week. 

Halfway through the week she had cracked. His tongue was rapidly flicking her clit and it felt so good. She wanted nothing more than to have him finish her off, and opened her mouth to beg him to do just that. "Akim, please," she begged having no shame. "Please don't pull away this time." Of course he ignored her pleas and teased her right up to the point of climax and retreated. 

She called him all sorts of names that night, but that didn't help the gnawing itch between her thighs. 

At the end of the longest 7 days Jade could remember she was ordered to his quarters. She was suitably perfumed and adorned before being escorted there by Li'ir. He lay in the center of his bed watching her, bare of everything but the heated desire in his eyes. 

He gave her a thorough once over lingering overly long on the dusky rose tips of her nipples and the dark nest of curls between her thighs. He grew noticeably harder as his eyes swept over her enticing curves. 

Jade stood silently accepting his perusal. His thick cock seemed a sure sign that they would be having intercourse and she was aroused enough to let him. Decision made, she shrugged off her dress and climbed on the bed to straddle him. 

As she slid smoothly down his erect length she acknowledged how easily he passed through her clenching folds and how stimulated she must have been watching him watch her. She settled her full weight on him allowing him penetrate deeper.  

After only three strokes she felt her inner muscles start to tremble and knew she was going to cum. Before she could push herself down once more he withdrew from her heated flesh. 

"Oh come on!" Jade ranted in a fit of unsatisfied lust. 

At first Jade thought the words had only been in her mind but the self satisfied smirk on his face told her that he had heard them as clearly as she and a mortified flush swept her face. 

"If you cum now the night will be over just that quickly," he explained. "You're too sensitive after an orgasm to take much more." 

Jade bristled at his tone and the words themselves. She couldn't handle multiple orgasms was the long and short of what he had just said. One per night for his wilting flower. She would show him differently. 

Her eyes sparked with determination as she leaned against him. "Shall we see about that, hmm?" 

His arched eyebrow indicated he might be interested in hearing more. 

"You give me as much pleasure as you feel to give, take me in as many different ways as you can imagine, and if I cry for mercy before your passion is fulfilled then I'll let you spend the rest of the night coming down my throat. Deal?" 

The impertinent tilt of her head said she would be riding him to glory all night and not the other way around. 

Rather than answering he positioned her on her knees and slid his face between her thighs. She immediately started squirming because she couldn't see his face in this position and she wanted to watch. 

"I can't see you like this." 

He laughed into her soft folds. "I'm sure you can think of something else to do other than watch me." 

He didn't dare comment on how erotic he found it that she wanted to watch him eat her out. There were plenty of women who liked to lie back, close their eyes and let him work them into a state of blissful surrender. But Jade liked to participate when she wasn't busy hating his guts. Even if it was something as simple as watching his every move. 

His tongue moved first to her clit swirling gently around the little pearl to get her to relax. His hands slid up her waist and cupped her breasts. He loved the feel of her in this position. He had every bit of her womanliness at his disposal and he exploited that fact tweaking her nipples and scraping his teeth gently on her clit. 

Her hips lifted up from his mouth momentarily before she decided too much pleasure was better than none at all. She settled back down in time for his tongue to slide down her slit and start gently licking around her ass. 

"Akim." 

He didn't bother acknowledging her use of his given name because he knew she would be using it indiscriminately throughout the night. At this point he took it as read that she lost control of her tongue when the pleasure became too great. 

"Akim," she called again, not quite comfortable with what he was doing. "Should you be doing that?" 

His tongue continued to stroke the sensitive nerve endings all around the tightly puckered hole and she left him to it. It did feel nice. His hand on her back pushed her forward and she relaxed forward across his chest. 

She was greeted by his erect penis standing in line with her mouth. Her initial thought was to suck it. She felt a flood of warmth just considering the possibility. It was the least she could do since he would soon be lapping at her pussy again. 

Her mouth closed over him for a brief second before she thought better of it. Sucking him off was supposed to be his reward if she failed. It wouldn't do if she gave it to him regardless. She relaxed her head next to his steel rod and contented herself just to watch it flinch every time she "accidently" brushed her tongue against it. 

Her hips moved restlessly as he rewarded her teasing with teasing of his own. He would surreptitiously flick his tongue over her clit before blowing on it. This cruel process was repeated again and again. 

In a fit of pique she wrapped her mouth around the head of his penis before blowing on it. He pinched her clit in response. The firm pressure was just what she needed and she let out a howl of delight, her back bowing in pleasure before she sagged against him. 

He sat up pulling her onto his lap. Her mouth met his in a greedy kiss of longing. He positioned her legs so that they were spread around his waist while his were Indian style. 

"That feels nice," she mumbled against his lips as he began to move gently. 

"Tell me when you're ready for more," he encouraged. 

Jade felt a recklessness move through her that had everything to do with pleasure and nothing to do with common sense. Her muscles were already starting to tremble again. Knowing he must be able to feel it, but still wanting to take more from him she told him she was ready. 

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically. Her pussy had a death grip on his cock as he slid gently in and out of her. If she was coming this hard this fast from a gentle coupling he didn't know how she would respond to what was to come next, but he wanted to find out. 

The broken cry that spilled from her lips demanded he seek his own satisfaction. Her face glowed with utter rapture as her head fell forward into the curve of his shoulder. She struggled to catch her breath while he moved tentatively inside of her. Her panted reply was hard to understand in the short snatches with which she released it, but it was definitely affirmative. 

His hands shifted her weight bringing one of her legs up over his shoulder and settling her back down in the same position. She immediately tried to jolt back. As quickly as he slid back into her he felt her climax again. 

The position of her lifted leg made it feel as though he had burrowed deeper and made her less able to handle the pleasure. He possessed her in every way that mattered and had complete control over her in this position. 

Her hand rose to his chest in negation. "Akim, no." 

His eyes glinted with amusement. "So you admit you can't handle the pleasure." 

His taunting words were delivered as he positioned her body to withdraw. She immediately clamped her muscles down on his retreating length refusing his departure though it cost her another orgasm. Her breathing was coming so fast he didn't know if she was going to remain conscious. 

"I can handle it." 

The defiance he knew so well flashed in her eyes, and though he doubted the words he enjoyed the freedom they gave him. 

He slid effortlessly back into her rubbing his hands soothingly down her back to help calm her down. He could feel her thighs trembling with exhaustion and pressed deeper. She let loose another scream and pulled back from him falling onto the mattress. 

He followed her down lifting her other leg over his shoulder. There was no denying the loud cry that echoed through the room as he thrust down. He was as deep as it was possible to be inside of her without breaking her. Her whole body shook as waves of pleasure tore through her flesh forcing him to his own pleasure as well. 

Her nails scraped deep grooves in his back as she clawed for purchase. Her teeth closed around his shoulder in an attempt to bring the rampant pleasure under some type of control. Her mouth lifted as she let out another scream. Apparently she found the feel of his hot cum splashing against her womb a turn on as well. 

When she was like this, so easily stimulated by everything, he never wanted to release her. The whole kingdom could go to hell as long as he could feel her body totally capitulate to his will. 

Her hand shot out to push him away and he gently grasped her wrists. "Does this mean I get to spend the night relearning the inside of your beautiful mouth?" 

"No," she pouted spectacularly while she drew in ragged breaths. "You came, so game over." 

He laughed into the curve of her neck before smoothing kissing along the damp flesh. "The deal wasn't that you make me cum. The deal was that you keep up with me for as long as I wanted to continue engaging in sex tonight." 

Her brow furrowed in confusion for a moment. He couldn't possibly be one of those magical men who needed little recovery time between bouts of sex. Her question was answered in the next second as she felt the flexing muscle between her thighs demanding more. 

"Yes or no?" 

The question was asked in a sort of ambiguous tone as if he didn't care one way or the other. She supposed he didn't need to since his desires would be satisfied either way. But for her this was an issue of pride. He honestly thought she couldn't handle more than a few orgasms. 

If he wasn't some kind of walking kama sutra sex god she might have had a better chance of going for more than a few minutes without having an orgasm. 

"Yes," she said in her haughtiest tone. "Although I don't think it would hurt things any if we took a small break and if you didn't penetrate quite so deeply." 

He laughed again. It really was a very sexy laugh when she was in a receptive enough mood to enjoy it. 

"We just had a break." His hand reached out for hers and drew her from the bed. He led her in the general direction of the bath house. 

Maybe they would take a break in the shower. Naïve of her to even consider it she later realized. 

He led her only as far as the nearest wall and pressed her against it. His feet widened her stance and drew her hips back. She immediately pooled with renewed excitement. 

The position seemed so primitive; she couldn't explain why but it awoke a secret desire to be dominated and relegated the whole experience to something along the lines of fantasy sex. In fact if she closed her eyes she could probably imagine herself back home. Her eyelashes immediately fluttered down to cover her eyes. The opportunity was too good to pass up. 

Akim's hands smoothed reverently down the curve of her spine before resting on the two soft globes of invitation. He spread them apart and pressed into her wet hot heat. She closed around him like a glove 2 sizes too small. He loved how tight and wet she was. 

Looking at his hard cock press into her lush folds and withdraw with the glistening proof of her desire before pressing back in filled him with an unnatural sense of ownership. He pressed forward wanting to draw more pleasure out of her. Her hands curled into tight fists on the wall and she moaned a long low sound of surrender. 

He couldn't resist smacking one gorgeous round curve as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. "Oh yes. I've been a bad girl. Punish me." 

For a moment Akim almost lost his rhythm. She was a bad girl? 

"Jade." Her eyes snapped open at the harsh command in his voice. Her head turned slightly in his direction indicating he had her attention but her hips didn't stop pushing back steadily to his rhythm, silently begging for more. "What did you just say?" 

The blank look on her face insulted him more than any of the actual insults she had thrown his way in the past weeks. She had been lost in some kind of fantasy and he could have been anyone servicing her at that moment. 

His hand tangled in her hair jerking it back. "Say my name Jade," he growled in a tone that reeked of possession.

"Why?" Her reply was unexpected to say the least. 

"Because I command it of you," was his swift unflinching reply. His tone brooked no argument as he tugged slightly harder on her hair. Her back bowed to accommodate the move. 

She found the position to be both awkward and arousing. The need to defy him was upper most in her mind as she leaned back further into his possessive hold. "It is forbidden to speak the prince's name without his express permission," she demurred.  

"You picked a fine time to remember that rule," he scoffed, not believing for one second that she cared. "I give you my permission." 

He pressed in deeper, his thrusts so furious she couldn't stop herself from orgasming in the face of his anger. She raised her hand to her mouth to cut off the moan and took a moment to get her breathing into some sort of order before complying. "Akim."  

"Say it again," he demanded. 

"Akim," she screamed cresting another wave as he released her hair. 

He withdrew and spun her around to face him. He gently lifted her up—although he felt anything but gentle at the moment—and settled her down onto his penis taking her weight in his hands. 

Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around him of their own volition. Her mouth sought his but he moved his head to the side in no mood to be kissed feeling as he did. 

"Do you like this?" he asked moving her up and down at a ridiculously slow pace. 

The pace was just slow enough to aggravate her tender flesh. She either wanted to be pounded senseless or left alone. "It's nice for a start Akim, but did you have something a little rougher in mind eventually?" Her eyes glazed a pine green at the thought. 

She was hot for him. That thought mollified him somewhat but he wanted more. "What did you have in mind?" 

She could feel his anger and wasn't sure what had cause it but she knew one sure way to appease it. "I was thinking you could fuck my mouth until you lose the attitude, and then you could go on fucking me until you can't ring another orgasm out of me." 

Just that quickly his good humor was restored as his lips quirked up at the suggestion. She just kept getting sexier and sexier. "When you talk like that I could cum right now." 

"Please do," she invited leaning in to nip at his throat with her sharp teeth. 

They spent the night exchanging sexual favors and though it almost killed her Jade got through without begging him to stop again. 

As the sun washed across their bodies, Akim was the first to wake. His arm tightened around Jade as he drew her closer to his side. She stirred in her sleep before coming fully awake. Her eyes remained blurry and unseeing for a moment before everything came back to her. 

She tried to wrench herself free of his hold but Akim's grip tightened in a decidedly threatening manner. He leaned forward to drop a kiss on her forehead and she shrank back from the motion. Akim let her go. 

"So we're strangers again?" 

She sat silently refusing to answer his question, refusing to even look at him. 

"Must I spend another 7 days wooing you in the old ways? Or should I just revert to my previous behavior and take everything I want from you by force, by coercion?" 

Jade flashed an angry glare in his direction but didn't deign to answer. She knew he would draw his own conclusion without any input from her. She was inwardly mortified at her swift capitulation the night before and how freely she had given of herself. Turning into a perfect sex slave for the night was not the way to get dismissed from his harem. 

"Will you ever release me? Perhaps when you tire of me or when you received your 'birthday present' next year?" 

There was such acid and venom in her tone when she said the words birthday present he knew without a doubt she was still and would likely always remain furious with him about her lack of freedom. But she needed to know the truth. "No woman ever leaves the harem. It is a lifetime of honored service." 

"A lifetime." She echoed his words listlessly. 

"Akim," she called in the same sort of dissociative tone. Their eyes met in a silent battle of wills. "You must know I can't settle into a life here as though nothing has happened. I won't just forget the life I left behind and no amount of great sex or sexual deprivation is going to achieve that." 

He gave a brief nod of acknowledgement. 

"I can't stay here. I'll keep trying to escape, or when I feel unhappy enough I will try to take my life, and maybe one day if you make me angry enough I'll try to take yours too. The point is you have to let me go," she concluded with an unhappy sigh. 

"Stand up." His command was swift and seemingly unrelated. 

"What?" 

Her wide owl eyes were charming in the morning light, but he had a point to prove. "Stand up," he repeated. 




Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 04



Slowly Jade got to her feet dragging the sheet after her. 

"Walk across the room," he instructed. 

Jade lifted her foot to take the first step and nearly crumpled to the floor. Her muscles were too sore and fatigued to make the journey. She sank back down on to the bed. 

"Your body is too lax to carry you across the room because I destroyed you with physical pleasure last night. And you want to walk away from that? Do you think you will ever feel as alive as you did last night in my arm? Do you think you can just go back to your life as though I never entered it? Your life is here Jade. Forget the past." 

Jade retreated inside herself, at once angry and hopeless. "Okay." 

Akim did not for one second trust that that was the end of it but for now he let it rest. He had duties to attend to.

That night Akim summoned Jade to his bed. She came willingly dressed in a manner that she knew would please him. 

Uppermost in her mind was the thought that she was a slave, of no worth, only to be used. She had to keep those thoughts present to put on the performance she had spent all day perfecting. 

She bowed low before him. "Good evening My Prince." No slip of the tongue for her tonight. Tonight she would be exactly what he expected her to be, a perfect love slave. 

If she was to have any chance at escape she first had to be taken off his roster of desirable sex slaves. If this happened she believed less attention would be paid to her on the whole and she would better be able to explore the palace for weaknesses. 

She crossed over to his supine figure without being summoned and slid the clothes from her person. She moved quietly up the bed and kneeled between his spread thighs. 

Without hesitation her mouth wrapped around his semi-erect cock. One hand stroked feverishly at the base and the other gently massaged his scrotum. She played with him just long enough for him to get hard and slid onto his pleasure rod in a seamless transition. 

Before he had penetrated her more than twice she started moaning restlessly. "Oh Akim. Oh my God. You're the best lover in the world Akim. Oh yes. More. More." 

Her words were clearly just that, words. 

The hands that moved agitatedly over her body as though she was in the throes of some terrible passion were just a mockery of desire. 

And the rhythm she practiced on his throbbing length was for his pleasure, not her own. She sat absolutely erect on his hips so that he wouldn't accidently rub against her G-spot or her clitoris. 

She continued pumping up and down until she noticed his flesh start to soften inside of her. Her eyes snapped open to look at the hard glitter in his just before he pushed her off. "Leave me." 

She bowed before making her departure, thankful that her long hair hid her mischievous smirk from his cold eyes. "I'm sorry I did not give My Prince pleasure. I will endeavor to do better the next time," she promised. 

Her swaying hips carried her from his presence. If she could just keep her peace of mind and perform thus every time she would be cast away in no time. Thankfully he hadn't lifted a hand to pleasure her or she might have failed. 

Resisting her own purposeless touch was a simple matter. Resisting his aggressive touch would take sterner stuff. She returned to her quarters to refortify her defenses for the next time, a small smile playing about her mouth. 

Li'ir observed her silently from the shadows.



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 05



Akim didn't think he had ever cum so hard in a woman's mouth. His breathing was haggard but he lifted his hand inviting her to come near. 

"Kiss me."

He expected her lips to greedily devour his. In his experience that's what women did who had reached her level of professionalism in sucking cock. 

He was again surprised as she slowly drew herself up on her knees and leaned towards him. 

Her position left her slightly elevated and she wrapped one hand around his neck and used the other to lift his face up to hers. 

He found her positioning erotic, somewhat dominating. It was all the more arousing because they both knew who the dominant among them was. 

He willingly allowed her to pull his face a little closer as she leaned down to press her lips to his. The kiss was light at first, just a meeting of the lips. Chaste and simple, a perfect example of everything she had first been. Reminding him that though she could suck him off like a first class whore she was still new to the whole sex game. He immediately felt a wave of tenderness for her though he knew the emotion to be inappropriate in relation to his little blackmailer. 

She slid her tongue between his lips teasing them apart. Her head tilted slightly to the side as he gave her entrance. Her tongue swept inside in a brazen caress. 

She could taste herself clearly in his mouth. He was never timid when he feasted on her pussy and she could never control her reaction. More and more the taste grew on her and she leaned deeper into the kiss. 

He caught the barest hint of his own taste in her mouth. He had been deep in her throat when he had cum so it was just a residual taste, but he wanted more all the same, but just as his tongue crept up to meet hers she pulled back. 

Her finger came up to lightly trace the curve of his lower lip. Her eyes stayed locked with his and it became a sort of foreplay. His tongue swept out to capture her finger and she moved her hand away bringing her mouth down once more. She captured his tongue in her mouth and gently sucked on it. 

His pulse sped up. Where had his sweet innocent learned such tricks? And why was he responding like an untried youth? 

She moved to pull away again catching her teeth on his lower lip, softly nipping the flesh before letting him go. 

Her slumberous gaze clashed with his and he knew he had to have her immediately. 

"You kiss like a houri," he told her as he eased her onto her back. 

She didn't know if it was a complaint or a compliment. His tone hadn't sounded pleased.

"Aren't houris virgins?" she questioned, not sure her kisses had any resemblance to a virgin's kiss. Well maybe the first one, she acknowledged.

"Virgins in paradise," he confirmed. "But in paradise even a virgin can kiss perfectly."

Her cheeks pinkened but she didn't lower her boldly inviting eyes from his face.

The light blush stirred his anger further for he found it both endearing and arousing, and that wasn't how he wanted to feel about a woman who for all intents and purposes had held him to ransom. 

He roughly lifted her legs in the air holding them tightly together. Pressing his hand down slightly behind her knees to keep her legs in position. 

Her feet pointed to the ceiling and couldn't rest on his shoulders or chest and she felt vulnerable in a way she hadn't before and was aroused by it. 

His eyes dropped to her swollen pussy for a single moment to determine if she was fully aroused, if her body was lubricated enough to allow the deep penetration he desired. Her flush folds sent out a beckoning demand to be penetrated. 

He entered her in one hard thrust, listening to the sounds of her enjoyment as he exercised his passion on her, knowing she could only derive so much pleasure from the position. The position was meant primarily for a man's pleasure and he exploited it with each thrust. 

The position of her legs created an effective barrier to eye contact and prohibited him from brushing against her clitoris unless he chose to do so with his free hand. He did not. 

He slid his other hand around her hip and lifted her higher against his thighs. He pistoned fiercely into her seeking only his own pleasure. 

Her pussy throbbed with pleasure as he came inside of her, but she wanted more. If he had pushed her knees back further against her chest or rested her feet against his shoulders she was sure she would have cum, but he had done none of those things. 

Her hips shifted restlessly against his thighs. It was unlike him to take his pleasure and not ensure hers. Her hands lifted in complaint; her nails gently scoring his thighs in agitation.   His hands slid over her trembling thighs to push her knees against her chest; he then crossed her calves. She could feel her pussy spread apart in invitation. The position left her completely exposed and immobile; she pooled with hot desire just thinking of what he would do with her drenched sex pouting for fulfillment. 

His fingers entwined with hers and brought them to her knees. "Keep your hands here." 

Her head quickly bobbed up and down in assent. She was so hot for him she was willing to do anything to please him. 

"If you let go," he warned, "Then this," his penis moved restively against her, "Goes in your ass."

She wasn't sure if he meant it, but she didn't want to find out. She got off on his length and width when he was in her pussy, but imagining that same hard girth splitting her sphincter open filled her with horrified chills. Her hands tightened their grip on her knees. 

"Okay." 

He slapped her clit lightly with his penis before slipping inside of her. Her pussy clenched down hard in excitement. 

His hands spread the cheeks of her ass before sliding up to caress her clit. Jade felt an orgasm build fast and hard. Without conscious thought her hands rose to pull him closer as her pussy contracted. 

"Oh my God Akim—" Her words broke off on a scream of pleasure before she continued on panting through much of what she was trying to say. "You feel—Oh my God." 

Her fingers tightened on his biceps before scraping up to his shoulders. She had long since forgotten his threat and in that moment of agonizing bliss wouldn't have cared had she recalled. 

She eased her legs from their current position and wrapped them around his waist. Her eager hands and anxious pleas encouraged him to take more. "Deeper. Yes, like that." 

He leaned over her supine form dragging her arms above her head and pressed in deeper. Her eyes shuttered closed in ecstasy. He dropped a light kiss on her mouth before pulling out. 

Her eyes popped open. 

With her wrists still secured he nudged her thighs wider and moved down her body dragging her hands with his. 

"You let go," he chastised. 

He kept his eyes on her. He wanted to see her eyes darken with fear, wanted to know in this at least he had control. 

Her glazed eyes met his in defiance. She gave an internal fatalistic shrug guessing whoever said orgasms reduced functionability in the part of the brain responsible for fear and anxiety had been correct. She couldn't bring herself to be concerned. She didn't know if it was because post coital fluids were still leaking down the inside of her thigh or because she found everything he did a pleasure. 

"So I did," she agreed spreading her thighs wider. 

His eyes asked a question and hers skidded away, but her wide spread thighs told their own tale. All his anger drained away in that second of unconditional passion. 

He let her wrists go and slid lower between her thighs. 

His tongue slid down to gently lick the excess moisture from her perineum. She moaned as a gentle flush swept her skin acknowledging her extreme sensitivity. Was she really this close to orgasm from having her ass licked? 

His forefinger pressed against her anal ring. Not requesting entrance, just resting there, firmly. She knew if he wanted entrance he would take it. Or coerce her into offering it up. So she relaxed despite his close proximity and his earlier threat. 

His tongue slid away from her ass and back up her slit. She felt it gently probing her vagina and she arched her hips in offering. His tongue idly slid inside and caressed the soft tissues immediately inside her pussy. 

"Akim," she begged complaintatively. She wasn't sure what she was begging for, only that she currently didn't have it. 

She pressed back against the finger that was pressed against her ass. It felt pleasant sitting there, but she needed something more. The finger slid in the merest bit and stopped. Jade took a moment to digest the sensations shifting discontentedly under his tongue. Why didn't he just suck her clit already and put her out of her misery? She felt the finger barely in her anus flex slightly and immediately knew the answer. He had other plans for her. 

She pushed back again, but this time more deliberately. The finger slid in up to the first knuckle and she creamed all over his tongue. 

"Oh Akim." 

His name was a long slow hiss of pleasure and she knew why he had wanted her to experience this. He smiled against her cunt while lapping up the sign of her obvious enjoyment. 

"Akim, Akim, Akim." She repeated his name in a litany of mindless need. She wanted something and she trusted him to give it to her. 

He pressed his finger forward a half inch more and she came. Her shout of surprised joy nullified her defiant silent orgasm of earlier and he drew her up to reposition her. Her surprised eyes swung to his. 

"But you said—" 

He cut her off mid complaint. "You're not ready yet, despite the fact that your body would welcome anything right now." 

His hand swept possessively from her neck to the curve of her hip before sliding back up and cupping her breast. He eased her to the top of the bed and pushed her again onto her back. She was not at all surprised that it was another dominant position. But he never failed to pleasure her so she certainly couldn't complain. 

His hand continued stroking reverently over her body and his eyes slid to her pussy and stayed there. It was clear where he wanted to be. 

"You studied ballet for several years, did you not?" 

Her mind was distracted by his stroking fingers and it was some time before she could bring herself to acknowledge he had even spoken. "Hmmm?" 

Her distracted gaze collided with his as he finally raised his eyes. "Ballet?" he questioned, pleased at her endless responsiveness. 

"Mm-hmm." Her answer was extremely distracted. 

Her hand slid up to cover his where it was massaging her breast and she leaned heavily into his caress. 

"Good." 

His hands slid down her body grasping her ankles gently before dragging them up. He pushed both ankles behind her head leaving her spread wide open. He thrust into her without any further conversation or preparation. 

Her flesh was so slick from earlier exchanges he likely could have slid the King's Delight into her with no problem, and more besides. He was in deep. His hands held her ankles in place as he gently undulated on top of her. 

Outside there was another heated meeting taking place. This one between Nahid and Li'ir. 

The two exchanged quiet, but passionate words in the dead of night accompanied only by the ragged sighs and moans that could be heard drifting from Akim's quarters. It was enough to make Nahid want to burn the palace down in a jealous rage, but she knew her place and chose to take action with subtlety and subterfuge. She was after all a woman, and it was what she excelled at. 

"Is this how you care for your prince?" 

Her angry accusation hung between them.

"Explain yourself." 

Li'ir's no nonsense stilted reply gave Nahid pause, but she continued on recklessly. "You care for him by allowing him to be ruled by a slave? She has him by the balls and you, who should be looking out for him, are standing aside and letting it happen. What will it take to make you see she is poison for him and poison for the kingdom?"

"And what do you propose Nahid? That we kill her? Suffer his wrath for a slave?"

Li'ir half expected Nahid to say yes. There was a crazy light shining in Nahid's eyes that Li'ir did not completely trust. But there was no denying the prince had been behaving out of character.

"We send her back. Back to where she belongs."

"And you think that will be the end of it?" Nahid was clearly more of a delusional fool than Li'ir had thought. "You think he will just let it rest at that? She disappears without a trace and he will just console himself with you? Like he did tonight?"

Nahid's hand clenched into a tight fist at her side. If it had been anyone but Li'ir she would have attacked, but she knew Li'ir's power and would never strike her. 

"It's your gift. Your mess to clean."

"I will not conspire against my prince."

"You would rather see him destroyed by a woman?" Nahid let that hang in the air between them for a few precious seconds before continuing. "If you love him at all do not stop me from acting in his best interests if the opportunity presents itself."

Nahid watched Li'ir walk away, not sure if she had an ally there or not. But the seeds had been planted. All she could do now was wait and see if they grew.



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 06



Jade rolled out of bed eager to face the day. She had seven days to get better acquainted with the layout of the palace and the routine of the guards. Seven days when she would be free of Akim's overbearing presence. She was certain he wouldn't want to see her at all during that time frame since he had forgone the right to touch her. She had no illusions about what his interest in her was and it was not her stunning conversation skills that kept her by his side. 

A quick wash and an even faster breakfast had her beginning her tour. Li'ir had assigned Nahid to get her better acquainted with her surroundings. Nahid continued to give Jade strange looks out the side of her wide almond eyes as they walked. It irritated Jade so until finally she had to say something.

"What's the problem Nahid? Is there something on my face?"

Nahid sniggered and continued on detailing the virtues of the gardens. 

Jade bristled at having her question ignored but was lulled into forgiveness as she was led to the heart of the garden which housed the most stunning collection of—she wasn't quite sure what—but surely it was the most beautiful flower she had ever seen. 

"What is this?" she asked Nahid, her curiosity well and truly piqued. The vibrant burst of red that gave way to black tipped petals was beyond breathtaking. 

Nahid gave her a superior look that said only a simpleton wouldn't know but she answered just the same. "This is one of the rarest desert roses, black fire. This part of the garden contains a variety of rare and valuable plants."

Nahid turned and walked away before Jade could ask any further questions, leaving Jade to follow in her wake. 

When Jade arrived back at the palace she was exhausted and settled down for a much needed nap. She wasn't sure if her exhaustion stemmed from the hot sun, the strain of being with Nahid all day, or the tension of not knowing if she was going to be able to escape before her seven days were up. Whatever the cause it was enough to keep her unconscious for several hours.

She awoke with a slight headache just after noon, but felt decidedly more rested than she had earlier in the day. She spent the next hour with Li'ir learning her duties. She churlishly thought it could all be summed up in a single sentence. He desires, you provide. Basic. Shame she couldn't add it to her resume. Genie would have made an impressive job title.

Tired of the lecture on how to serve the prince she asked the question that had been plaguing her all afternoon. "Li'ir, why does Nahid seem to hate me?"

There was a pause so long that Jade thought she would simply refuse to answer, but then she spoke. 

"Before you came, Nahid was the favorite. She spent every night beside Akim." Jade absorbed this truth with equanimity and continued listening. She did not acknowledge even to herself the tiny twinge of discomfort the news provided. 

"Some believe she is in love with him." The look she passed to Jade indicated that would be a fool's mistake. "He has not viewed her the same since you've come."

This was news to Jade. She hadn't even known the other woman existed until today. Was it possible he hadn't been with Nahid at all in the time since she had come?

"She is welcome to him."

"Neither your wishes nor hers matter in the face of his desires."

Jade fell silent. It would be a waste to continue arguing with Li'ir about a prince she clearly worshipped. And at the very least Nahid was consistent. Her response was in line with the He Desires, You Provide edict she had been droning on about for over an hour. 

"Okay."

Jade thought of Nahid as the day wore on certain she could have an ally there. If Nahid truly hated her, then their wishes were the same—that Jade disappear and never return. She promised to see the other woman again, despite her earlier hostility.

Two days later Jade had an opportunity to speak with Nahid alone. She was in the library doing a little light reading when Nahid arrived. 

Jade's smile was genuine and welcoming when she saw the other woman. 

"Nahid," she greeted.

Nahid didn't trust the warm welcome. She knew she had done nothing to earn it and suspected Jade's motives. She dipped her head in slight acknowledgement of the other woman but said nothing in response. 

"You dislike me," the bald statement was Jade's fumbling attempt to break the ice. Not her most diplomatic turn of phrase, but the best she could do in her urgency to test the waters. 

"Is that so?" Nahid's disparaging glance said she couldn't be bothered to waste her time detesting someone so insignificant. 

Not to be put off, Jade took the mocking response as encouragement to continue. 

"I desire as you do, that you should return to your rightful place in his bed. I assure you I am not there by choice and do not enjoy being there."

"It sounded as though you enjoyed it plenty, but then perhaps my ears misled me."

Jade's face flushed with mortified color. 

Nahid took the opportunity to turn the screw. "It's easy to hear you when you scream at the least little touch," she continued, somewhat mollified by Jade's obvious discomfort. "It's a wonder you have any voice left after all the noise you were making the other night."

"Prince Akim is a skillful lover; that goes without saying," Jade agreed, still able to feel the bright burn of shame in her cheeks. "But the fact still remains that I am not here by choice. I do not wish to remain here. I thought between the two of us we could find a way to return me home."

Nahid looked her over consideringly for a second before going on the offensive. "Why should I betray my prince for you?"

"Has he not betrayed you?" Her arched eyebrow dared Nahid to disagree. "With me?" She saw her chance and took it as Nahid's eyes darkened with pain. "Night after night." 

The ensuing silence was telling. 

"Hasn't he?" Jade demanded, determined to get Nahid to side with her before she lost the opportunity. 

Nahid's eyes flashed molten fury as she turned to leave. Before she could reach the door Li'ir was there. Her curious glance rested on Nahid before darting to Jade's flushed face. 

"You know the penalty for assaulting one of his consorts." Li'ir's cold words were directed at Nahid in warning. No matter her hatred Nahid would do well to tread carefully in her care of Jade or suffer punishment should Akim find out she was tormenting the other girl. 

"I have done nothing," Nahid vehemently denied. 

"She has done nothing," Jade quickly agreed.

Nahid's eyes met Jade's briefly before she decided to return the favor and torment Jade a little bit. "She's flushed from embarrassment because she wasn't aware that the whole kingdom can hear her screams at night."

The flush darkened.

Li'ir cast Nahid another warning glance.

Nahid replied with a light shrug and a malicious smile, "It came up in passing," before graciously exiting the room. 

Left alone with Li'ir Jade tried to cool her burning cheeks by fanning herself lightly with the book in front of her. It took all her strength to raise her eyes to Li'ir's and hold her steady gaze. Especially when what she really wanted was for the floor to open up and swallow her whole.

"Prince Akim requires your presence."

"For what?" 

Li'ir marveled that Jade still hadn't learned the fine art of thinking before she spoke. 

"Come," Li'ir commanded. "Now."

Jade rose from her chair and followed after Li'ir. She tried to stay calm as she wove through the halls telling herself he couldn't be calling her for sex because they had an agreement. It must be for something else. Although what else could it be?

She stood before him rigidly with defiance shining from every inch of her body waiting for him to say something that would tell her whether he was going to honor his word or break it. 

His first words said it all.

"Take off your clothes."

Her motionless frame negated that she heard his softly spoken words. 

"Take off your clothes," he repeated. 

Jade's rage boiled just below the surface until finally it bubbled over a second later. 

"I heard what you said." Her words were cold. 

They stood staring at each other for another few moments before he moved towards her. 

"No." She took a step back and stared him down in defiance. "I won't take off my clothes. We have an agreement. Even a prince cannot command time itself; I still have four days remaining."

"I've changed my mind," he replied oh so calmly. As though he had not just gone back on his word in the most heinous way. 

He reached for her again and she slapped his hand away. "Go to hell!"

When he reached for her a third time she attacked him. Her small ineffectual fists pummeled his chest as she railed abuse on his head. 

"I should have known you wouldn't honor your word," she shouted. "How could you when there is no honor in you?"

Jade was unceremoniously dragged off of Akim by a hovering guard who had entered upon hearing the first screeching protest from her mouth. 

"Jade," his hand gently stroked down the side of her face and she flinched as though he had hit her. "Sweet Jade." His finger tilted her mutinous face up to his. "Lie with me or suffer the punishment for striking a prince."

He realized a second later he would have done better to call her reckless Jade instead of sweet. 

"Go fuck yourself!" 

A definite no if ever he had heard one. 

Jade continued to struggle against the guard who held her firmly as she was led away. She didn't know where he was taking her or what her punishment would be but anything had to be better than having that asshole paw at her after breaking his word.

A few minutes later she wasn't so sure. 

She was stripped naked and tied in the main hall. Her knees supported her weight which was a small kindness to wrists that were already starting to chafe. 

Akim's hot breath caressed her neck as he whispered to her. 

"24 hours you will remain here. 24 hours in which anyone who passes by may touch you in any way they please."

"You bastard," she hissed at him in an icy rage. 

"Not such a bastard that I wouldn't look out for you," he promised. "They won't be able to hurt you or penetrate you." His finger stroked across her nipple, "Or give you an orgasm without punishment, but anything else is fair game."

His soft chuckle stayed in her ear as he moved away. 

Though she was sure he had other things to do he stood there watching as men came by and pawed her. Stroking her clit and squeezing her breasts. 

One man pushed her breasts together and fucked the valley he had created while his friend licked her pussy. His disgusting jizz had coated her face until someone came by and wiped it away. 

Another group of men all stood in front of her and jacked off on her breasts. It was humiliating but there was nothing she could do to escape it. She tried as much as possible to act like they weren't there, giving no response to their lascivious laughter and their sexual taunts. The cum that would surreptitiously splash on her was a little harder to ignore but she did a fair job of it. 

Akim left at a certain point and she remained there bearing the indignities. Night fell and it continued on. She fell asleep at one point although men continued teasing her body. 

Morning came and she was thankful that her punishment would soon end. 

The position of the sun indicated it was just approaching noon when Akim came again to watch. As she felt every stiff sore muscle throb in protest she vowed she would make him pay. 

Another nameless stranger came over and slid his hand between her legs. She spread them a little wider sure that Akim would notice the move. 

He did. 

His eyes blazed a molten brown that spoke of a deep anger. She gave a light shrug in his direction that said, What can I do? This is your punishment? 

She titled her pelvis up into the man's caress and watched Akim's glare grow darker. She was slick with passion as Akim watched her and she lifted her eyes to the nameless man who was caressing her. "Suck my nipples," she begged. 

His eyes dropped to her dusky nipples and he immediately complied. Who wouldn't want to suck such a ripe delicious treat? 

She titled her head back and gave Akim a hooded look of pleasure. He tore the man off of her and sent him on his way. 

"Don't toy with me Jade," he warned. "Don't pretend that you like this or I'll leave you here all week." 

She couldn't prevent her response to that unwelcome threat. He saw it and backed down. She only had another hour or so before he released her and fucked her senseless. He stalked a modest distance away to watch her last hour of torment. 

As Jade waited Nahid came by. She threw such a superior look in Jade's direction that Jade was afraid to meet her eyes. Nahid came over and slid her hands through Jade's dark as night tresses smoothing the gunky mess away from her face. 

"Your beautiful hair is not so lovely anymore coated with other men's sperm. Do you think he desires you now, seeing you like this?" 

Jade could have easily said yes. She had seen the look he had given her just before he had walked away. He couldn't wait to be inside her. 

But she didn't dare antagonize Nahid while she was tied up and Nahid hated her. 

Nahid's hand slid from Jade's hair down to her breasts where she tweaked the nipple. 

"No," Jade begged. Despite everything else that had happened to her, she still firmly believed that sex was between a man and a woman and she couldn't bear the indignity of being touched intimately by a female. "Don't do this Nahid."

But Nahid had no such inhibitions and slid her fingers between Jade's plump pussy lips. She squeezed lightly on the outer labia with one hand and gently caressed her inner thighs with the other. She enjoyed the helplessness she could see in Jade, the humiliated tears running in twin rivulets down her cheeks. 

Akim watched the tears course down Jade's face, wanting to release her, but knowing that she would learn nothing if he showed her leniency in this punishment. Besides, he had made no stipulations about who could touch her, only how they could. 

Beside him Li'ir was clearly unhappy with the proceedings. She bit her tongue, but could not keep the words burning in her heart to stay silent.

"My Prince has always been a fair man. An honorable man."

She let the silence hang between them after that pronouncement, knowing he would want to hear more. Her position might be subservient to his but he trusted her to care for his best interests above all others.

"Yes," he agreed slowly, cautiously, certain by her careful tone that he would not like the turn the conversation was about to take.

"Yet you punish her for your own weakness."

Li'ir felt him tense at her side and wondered why she risked being punished herself to defend the girl. And yet anyone looking at Jade could see her clear distress as Nahid touched her. A distress that wouldn't exist if Akim had had the strength to refuse his desire.

"You are more honorable than this."

Her words settled like a stone in Akim's gut. Like his father before him Akim was a man who loved truth so he could not fault Li'ir for presenting this one to him, but it was a bitter truth. A hard truth. 

He would make amends. In a way that suited him without compromising his word again. 

His proud head dipped in acknowledgement of Li'ir's assessment before he turned his eyes back to Jade and Nahid.

Jade closed her eyes to escape Nahid's sadistic smile without much success. Nahid leaned closer, stroking Jade's clit with lazy circular motions as her insidious voice held center court. "Think of this moment the next time you steal someone else's lover." 

Jade's eyes snapped open in bitterness. So she was to blame that she had been kidnapped from her home? Also to blame for attracting the attention of a megalomaniac prince whose sexual appetite knew no bounds? 

She was tired, so tired, of being the victim. A pawn in a game she couldn't hope to win. But that didn't mean she had to lose this skirmish. Her lids drifted down to cover eyes gone feral with fury. 

Jade shifted once. If her eyes had been open Nahid might have seen the glimmer of challenge in them and backed off. 

Jade willfully called to mind all the times Akim had touched her, put his mouth on her, stroked her to completion. For all that he was a lying hateful rat he still gave her indescribable pleasure. She called to mind how her flesh felt when he had pounded her to satiation a few nights before and then asked her to masturbate for his pleasure. It had been her pleasure too. It was like dipping her fingers into hot slippery butter. 

As Nahid's hand squeezed her clit in one last act of retribution Jade suddenly climaxed. The pleasure of it washed over her as she gave voice to her enjoyment. Her eyes opened in triumph in time to see the color drain from Nahid's face. 

"What have you done?" Nahid quickly pulled her hand away from Jade, but not before Li'ir and Akim had seen it there. 

Accusatory eyes flew to Jade's face. 

No one came that fast, Nahid's eyes accused. 

Maybe that's why he prefers me to you, Jade's careless shrug seemed to say. 

A guard grabbed Nahid's arm in a punishing grip as she started to sob as though her heart was broken. Which in Nahid's case was probably true.

"Akim, I didn't mean to," she stammered our between tears and ragged sobs. 

"Silence!" He cut across her aimless ramblings. "You knew the penalty when you touched her. She came under your hand, did she not?"

Nahid slowly shook her head in agreement, her eyes downcast in shame. Akim jerked her to her feet securing her body beside Jade. He scribbled something on the placard positioned above Nahid's head. Nahid cried all the harder begging for leniency in the face of his anger. 

"The hand that was bold enough to defy my edict will pleasure every male that passes by for the next 48 hours."

Jade found herself freed in the next moment and knew true sorrow as she looked upon Nahid's defeated form. Li'ir led her away before she could speak on Nahid's behalf, although Jade was not sure what she could have said to still Akim's rage. She had never seen him that angry. Normally his anger was ice cold, but the look of rage in his eyes as he grabbed Nahid had been molten hot and she didn't dare risk getting burned in the crossfire.

Jade was bathed and sent to Akim's quarters where she was secured to his bed. 

Akim sat gingerly on the bed, knowing he owed her an apology. He couldn't remember the last time he had apologized, wasn't even sure if he remembered how it was done. He had issued an apology of sorts when she had been sick, but he realized now it had not been a true apology. Not as this one must be if they were ever to move forward. And how much harder this apology was to make while she was bound before him. 

In the circumstances he thought it better to just get it over with. Like removing a Band-Aid.

"I'm sorry Jade."

Jade's head immediately turned in his direction. Part of her couldn't believe what she was hearing. The other part wanted to know what specifically he was apologizing for since the way she saw it he had done so much wrong it could take him the best part of a millennium to complete the apology. 

"What are you apologizing for?" her tone was mildly aggressive, but she couldn't help that in light of the previous 25 hours. 

His hands spread wide in appeal. "For putting you in an untenable position. For insisting you lie with me."

"And?"

Akim's spine went taut at that question. "And?" he questioned back.

"And what about all the other stuff," she asked with an edge of exasperation in her voice. "What about having me brought here? What about not releasing me? What about stealing my virginity? What about the fact that I'm tied up right now? What about everything!?"




Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 06



He sent a silent prayer of thanks in that moment that looks could do no damage. Her eyes glimmered a shade of green fire that would have burned him to a crisp. 

"I won't apologize for those things." 

She was taken aback by the strength of his tone. He clearly needed lessons on how to properly give an apology. How to properly feel and exhibit remorse. 

"I won't apologize for the thing that gives me the most joy right now. If you were not taken from your home I would not have the pleasure of your company. If I released you I could not bask in your smile every day." Although he ruefully acknowledged none were forthcoming at this moment. "If I hadn't taken your virginity then you would never know the pleasure I could give you. We would never know the pleasure we could experience together."

He presented the information so matter-of-factly. As if it were common knowledge and she only had to accept it. She bristled anew at his self-righteousness.

"And why am I tied up right now?" Though she knew the answer she couldn't keep herself from asking the question.

And though he knew it would enflame her, he couldn't keep himself from answering. 

"For your pleasure."

"For your pleasure," she hissed back. "I feel no pleasure," she promised. "No pleasure in the fact that everything you have just listed to me has been about you! About your needs, your desires, your wants. I could care a flying fig if you never got another thing that you wanted in your life. Admit it!" she screamed in a rage. "Admit that I am tied up for your pleasure and not my own." Her voice dropped as she became more subdued. "But that's really all there is, right? Your pleasure, your truth and your lies." She slumped back in defeat. 

She was worked up and angry. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she held them at bay...barely. 

He stood up and began removing his clothes; she stiffened watching him. 

"What was our agreement?" he asked in that same conversational tone. 

"What does it matter? You have no intention of honoring it. Or are you removing your clothes for a bath?" she asked smartly. Her sense of hopelessness overwhelmed her sense of self-preservation as the guard on her tongue was well and truly cast aside. 

"Answer," he snapped as his patience grew thin around the edges.

"We agreed that I wouldn't have to sleep with you or exchange any sexual favors with you," she snapped back. 

She should have let it rest there, she knew she should, but the imp that had taken over her tongue wouldn't let it rest. "Maybe I was mistaken yesterday." Her expression turned thoughtful. "Maybe you wanted me to sit for a painting, maybe that was why you asked me to disrobe. Or maybe you wanted to see me while you masturbated, although that doesn't really seem your style." She gave him a bold look from his head to his toes as she continued. "But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you prefer the rougher grip of your own hand sliding down your cock." 

That got his attention. He cut her off abruptly. 

"Do not speak in such a manner."

Her expression turned shocked. And even though he knew she was acting it irritated him immensely. 

"Why not?" she questioned. "I thought you liked a little dirty talk." Her saucy eyes dismissed him as she kept on goading him. "At least you seemed to like it the night you spent yourself in my throat to get over your little tantrum." A swift glance in his direction to make sure he was taking it all in, and then, "Don't be so uptight about it," she drawled, "I'm just trying to make sure you get value out of me. You're only flying half mast and I know you need to be tall and sturdy if you're going to mount this bitch."

"I said don't."

"And I said why not?"

"Because you're not a whore." His emphatic statement should have silenced her. At the very least it should have mollified her. It did neither.

"But I am," she derided. "It's what you've made me. How many women can say they've had the sperm of over 40 men on them in a single day?" She let that question sink in before continuing in a tone that could freeze water, "How many that aren't whores?"

His mouth closed over hers to stop the flow of hateful, self-destructive words. He didn't want her like that—so nearly broken. 

"I'm sorry." The words were whispered against her mouth and a single tear fell from her eye. A tear of regret. There was no going back. 

"I'm sorry." He kissed each closed eyelid, whispering an apology each time he moved, down the curve of her cheek, on her nose, across her forehead. 

"I will pleasure you this day" he promised. Her lips moved as if to protest, but he silenced her with another gentle kiss. "You will leave before nightfall." Another kiss. "We will not sleep together." And another. "I will not enter you." And another. "You are bound so that you cannot touch me." And another. "There will be no exchange. I will pleasure you and you will leave."

She sucked in a deep breath. 

Was this part of his apology? 

She sucked in a deeper breath when she felt his tongue between her legs. 

Did she care?

His tongue gently licked her labia, playfully brushing against her clit as he swept upward and then gently sloped back down. He alternated between the outer lips and the inner lips tracing an agonizingly slow path from top to bottom. 

His tongue slid down to her perineum and teased the nerve endings there. He spent an inordinate amount of time licking and stroking until she wanted to scream. She wanted him to insert a finger into her anus or slide his tongue into her vagina, or slide his finger around her clit. Something more than his maddening game of vaginal cat and mouse. 

His tongue traced its way back up to her clit and began to lightly flick along the outside of the hood. She trembled in his arms. If he would only apply more pressure or suck her directly into his mouth. 

It was on the tip of her tongue to beg for more when his tongue moved an infinitesimal amount to the side and his flicking tongue was hitting her clit. She came hard. 

After that first climax it was an orgasm free for all. One ruthless orgasm after another shook her slight frame until she was slick with sweat and her hands were twisting restlessly in her bonds trying to break free. She wanted to touch him. Wanted to guide him to her wet heat so that she didn't feel so empty. Wanted to rage at him for giving her so much pleasure and taking none for himself. 

She felt his hard flesh pressed against her thigh. Why didn't he just slide it into her? He had to be half mad with lust. He had been making love to her with his mouth for the better part of two hours and she knew he hadn't cum a single time. She longed to hear the guttural sound he made when pleasure destroyed his sense of self. Her hips arched upward in invitation. He tightened his grip on her hips and held her down for his pleasure n response. 

She broke in that instance. 

"Akim, please fuck me." 

The request was so earthy, so heartfelt, she couldn't have called it back if she had wanted to. And she didn't want to she acknowledged in a moment of pure honesty. 

His lips kept working her clit with a furious purpose that could have only one outcome. She let out a loud scream as the orgasm burned through her. But foremost in her mind wasn't the pleasure she had just experienced, but whether he had heard her. 

"Akim."

He rolled off of her and bent to release her ankles.

"Akim."

"Yes." His voice was even as if he hadn't just been having sex. Oral, but sex nonetheless. As if he hadn't been shattering the world as she knew it. As if he didn't have a hard on that Peter North would be proud of. 

"Did you hear me?"

He leaned over to release her wrists. His eyes when she saw them were liquid with wanting, but he maintained the same level tone when he answered.

"Yes." A slight pause while he finished his task. "Now leave me."

Her mouth gaped open like a fish for a few seconds before she regained her wits. 

"Excuse me."

"Go." This time it came out more as a command. Sounded more like an order a prince might give. He was proud of his progress. His ability to function at all really. He wanted to bury himself between her thighs so badly he was shaking with it.

Her eyebrow arched in angry disbelief. "Don't come all Lord of the Manor with me," came her insolent response. "You don't get to eat me out for the best part of the day and then send me on my way without any cock."

His jaw tightened. "I've asked you not speak in such a manner."

"Oh. Okay. My word choice offends you," her tone was as disrespectful as it was possible to get, and for her that was saying something. "How about this? My Prince, my cunt is dripping for some long hard satisfaction, and if you don't fuck it right now I'm afraid you may well find me banging one of your guards."

His hand closed around her upper arm in a punishing grip. "If you antagonize me again I will punish you."

"Back to the chopping block?" she asked impudently. 

"No. This time I'll spank you," came his quick retort. 

And just that fast she was wet for a whole other reason. "Well, we can't have that now can we?" Her smile was cheeky and impertinent. He should have known what was coming but he was still taken off guard when she spread her labia wide and said, "Are you going to put your one-eyed monster in my warm cavern or should I try to swallow the little bugger whole first?"

He dragged her face down on to his lap. She could feel his erection pressed into her stomach and her excitement dripped onto his leg. 

The first hot stinging slap across her ass proved to be shocking, painful and most definitely pleasurable. She mewled in faux protest before he administered another slap. Her teeth bit down on her lip to suppress the moan she knew wanted to break free. If he thought for one second she was enjoying herself, she doubted he would be doing it. 

He hit her a few more times certain that she was close to cumming from this small pleasure alone before thrusting her to her feet. "Now leave."

"Why?" She was so high strung that nothing short of a rough fuck was going to satisfy her. She didn't care that she was practically begging for it. Her pride meant nothing in the face of her desire and she needed him.

His hand slid up the curve her thigh before he pushed two fingers inside of her. He roughly fucked the tender flesh until she came standing in front of him. "Because I promised," he said pushing her away. She tried to return to his side, but he called Li'ir to remove her. 

The temptation to break his word again had been strong. So strong. And now he did what no prince should ever have to do and relieved his own desire. 

Jade re-entered the room having managed to escape Li'ir just in time to see his passion erupt. 

Her lopsided smile touched his heart. "So I guess I was wrong about your style." 

She lowered herself to her knees and dropped her head to clean up his mess. She kind of liked the taste of him anyway. 

His hand tangled in her hair and when she lifted her head he was staring at her in a strange way. 

"I think may be falling in love with you." He said it so casually that for a moment she didn't even realize what he had said. When she did realize, she dropped her head and continued cleaning his flesh. 

He eyed her oddly. Did she realize the words he had spoken were special? Nearly sanctimonious. Words he had never said before outside of his family. He didn't know what response he was expecting but the total lack of response from her was not it. 

It bothered him that she made no response to his claim. Not even so much as acknowledging he had spoken the words. His hands tightened in her hair in reaction to the tension in him. The need to imprint a much deeper claim on her than he had already done was strong in him. 

The women he knew, women like Nahid, would have given their life to get such a pronouncement from him. Would have bitten off his hand in glee when extended the words and would have reciprocated them so quickly he would have been slightly afraid. But she kneeled subserviently before him, as cool as you please, making no response. 

Jade silently kept her own council. What did he want from her? Wouldn't it be the height of folly to fall in love with her captor? A man she was trying to escape? 

Better to say nothing than to antagonize him and have him meet out another punishment for her imaginary crime. She could imagine not loving him back would be one of the more serious crimes, possible exceeding striking him. No, she would not share her thoughts on the matter. 

She finished her task, rose to her feet and left the room.



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 07



Jade wandered around in a bit of a fog the entirety of the next day. Akim did not call for her again. Honoring his word? Or taking his rejection like a man? 

Her feet carried her aimlessly from one part of the palace to the next while she searched out each entry point. It was approaching sunset when she passed through the main forecourt and saw Nahid. She looked much the same as Jade had 32 hours ago. Covered in sperm, tear stained and exhausted. Her hand was furiously working a short thick cock while the recipient spewed forth all manner of vile boasts. From what he would like to do to 'those pretty little nipples' to where he would like to stick his cock after she jerked him off. 

At long last the man came while going through a rendition of all the ways he could please her with his tongue. Jade speculated that half his pleasure came from the sound of his own voice. His hot gunk splashed Nahid's cheek and glopped down onto her breasts. 

Jade stumbled from the room seeking Li'ir. Sure, it was easy to hate Nahid for the cruel taunts she constantly threw Jade's way or the way she had deliberately touched Jade intimately knowing all the while her touch wasn't welcome, but all that aside, Nahid was still a person and did not deserve to be restrained and forced to pleasure men against her will. 

Jade navigated the palace halls with a speed and dexterity she would have been proud of had she bothered to notice. Her only focus was getting to Li'ir, who in the end proved easy to find. 

"Li'ir," she entreated, bowing slightly before meeting her eyes, "I must see the prince as soon as possible." 

Li'ir arched an enquiring brow. Whatever Akim had done to her had no doubt worked because Jade was fairly chomping at the bit in her anxiousness to see him. 

Stifling a laugh, Li'ir went in search of him. 

Akim was lost in deep reverie when Li'ir entered the room, still somewhat mystified over what to make of Jade's behavior. She was a slave for God's sake. He couldn't very well discuss his predicament with others, not and still maintain their respect. 

Li'ir's smile suggested he was about to be very pleased with the tidings she brought him. He hoped so. 

The present Li'ir had given him in the form of Jade had at first seemed a gift, but he was quickly coming to realize any gift could turn into a curse if it was not handled properly. Jade had managed to turn his palace into a mad house since coming. His closest confidant and defender had lectured him on his treatment of her, his favorite love slave was being enjoyed by the whole of his kingdom as punishment for touching her, and his latest acquirement had scorned his love, if he had read the situation correctly. 

Yes, he certainly hoped Li'ir stood before him with good news. But the pessimist in him sorely doubted it. As a result, his tone, when he spoke, was terser than he intended. 

"Yes?"

Her smile slipped a little at his curt tone, but she continued on fearlessly knowing she was about to give him great pleasure. 

"Jade requests an audience with you." Li'ir gave a slightly malicious smile before continuing. "Shall I send her away?"

Akim gave her suggestion due consideration. If Jade was panting after sex it would serve his purposes to make her wait. It would serve his purposes best to make her beg. Though after all the frustration he had suffered the previous night he would probably do well to drill her until she couldn't walk straight. 

"Bring her to me." 

Li'ir turned to do his bidding. The American innocent was about to truly learn her way around a man's body if the look in his eye's had been any sign. His passion was high and Li'ir doubted if she would see either of them again before sunrise. 

Jade entered his library with a pinched look to her face. It briefly dissipated as she beheld the splendor of his private library and compared it with the others she had seen thus far. It was so lavishly appointed she could barely believe it was a mere office and reading room. Her fascination held for only a moment as the urgent reason for her visit returned to her. Her eyes were drawn to his figure as he moved to stand opposite her. The heat from his body reached out and stroked an enticing path down her body as he loomed over her.

She immediately bowed before him to escape his presence. It was a reluctant Jade that rose, lifting her eyes only as far as his left shoulder. She didn't see the hot burn of desire in his eyes and she had certainly missed the bulging welcome that had sprung to life upon her entering. Jade was in her own little world shaping the words that would hopefully set Nahid free. 

"My Prince," she greeted.

He inclined his head in acknowledgment and waited for her to continue. 

"Nahid." Jade said the name that had brought her rushing to his side. Anxious to get it all out before her courage deserted her she rushed on, "Nahid is not at fault for what happened yesterday."

No response.

"I ask that you release her."

Deafening silence.

"Please."

His hand reached out and grabbed her arm clasping her to him. "Please me first and I will consider it." 

Her first inclination was to look up and try to read his emotions through his eyes; she stifled the impulse ruthlessly. Although the piercing grip on her arm gave her a fair idea of what he was feeling. As did the proud erection that was pressed into her stomach. 

She wondered how much of his current response was residual anger from her reaction to his avowal of love. Correction. His possible avowal of love. He wasn't even sure if he felt anything for her yet. 

His grip tightened marginally as she stood passively and silently in his embrace. 

"Please you in what way?"

His mind immediately filled with hot thoughts of what he would like to do to her, but as she had said the night before it was always about him. And if he voiced a single one of his thoughts he would only be proving her right. 

Certainly she had given him the right with her question to demand anything he wanted. Even that she rescind their agreement and allow him to sate himself on her body whenever he pleased. But that was not love. So he would let her decide for herself the best way to please him and see if she had been paying attention in the weeks past. 

"In the way that you think would please me most." 

For a moment Jade felt like she was on acid. She was definitely tripping out if the riddle he had just laid before her had been correctly interpreted. She could choose how to please him? In such a case as that she hoped he would be pleased by further begging because that was the most she felt like doing. 

Focus, she bade herself. This is important. 

Akim had taken her in various ways throughout the past weeks, had taught her various things. Some positions she knew gave him more pleasure than others, but it seemed he received the most pleasure from witnessing or tasting her own pleasure. She would go that route and pray it was the correct one. 

A self-conscious hand drifted through her hair as she acknowledged that she had looked better. Certainly more desirable. But she couldn't very well ask him to wait while she went to freshen up and beautify herself. If nothing else it would negate the urgency and gravity of her request. 

Akim turned his back on Jade, giving her a few minutes to gather herself as he settled indolently on a lounge chair. His brain raced in circles trying to fathom her next move. As his mind threw forth one delicious possibility after another, he found his restraint tested to the limit. He battled his natural inclination to spread her thighs and plunder her honeyed depths. 

Jade strolled over to him and gently eased herself between his legs. "Will you help me undress?" 

Impertinent eyes scraped over the miniscule peasant top and semi-sheer pants. It would take her all of three seconds to take the pieces off herself. His mocking eyes met the challenge in hers. 

One shoulder lifted in a negligent shrug that questioned his hesitation. That one cheeky shoulder ended his perusal. 

Hands that wanted to hurry and strip her naked were forced to slow down, forced to give the impression that he wasn't eager to view her in all her glory. One long, tan finger trailed under the waist line of her pants stretching the fabric taunt for a few tension laden moments before he snapped it back in place. Steady hands set her away from him before calmly assuming their place in his lap. 

Her bewildered gaze flew to his. 

"I would like it more if you undressed yourself."

Without hesitating, she lifted her hands to the hem of her shirt, eager to have the whole experience over with. 

"Slowly."

The command hit her like a bullet stopping her in her tracks. Her hands lowered to her sides. Several deep breaths were pulled through her lungs before she felt strong enough to put on the performance of a lifetime. 

To date, undressing had been a functional process for her. The necessary step between being dressed and being nude. She turned away from him and slowly dropped one strap. 

She glanced over her shoulder to see if he was paying attention. She was pleased to note his eyes were glued to that one fallen strap. She let the other one fall and turned to face him. 

Just the crest of each globe was showing and she playfully tightened her arms across her chest to force just a little bit more flesh up to where his eyes could partake. Slowly she lowered the fabric and just when her nipples would have been revealed she turned away again. The harshly indrawn breath suggested just how much he had wanted to see them. 

She pulled the top the rest of the way down with her back to him and he was forced to gaze upon inch upon creamy inch of smooth skin. She wriggled the shirt to the floor and daintily stepped out of it. 

His impatience got the best of him and he once again became the autocratic prince she found unbearable. "Turn around."

Jade did as he asked and turned, but her arms stayed firmly crossed over her breasts. 

"Is this what you want?" she asked, standing there for all the world as though she wasn't denying him what he wanted most. As if she wasn't willfully disobeying him.

The temptation was strong to demand she take her hands down, but he was too clever for that. He did the next best thing, asked her to continue undressing. 

One hand stayed across her breasts while the other slowly worked her pants down. He followed the achingly slow progress with single minded focus, visually devouring each inch of flesh as it was revealed. She knew he could see the dark thatch of hair between her legs, but not the jewel that lay nestled within and she took pleasure in that. 

She managed to wriggle her pants to her feet as well and stepped out of them. She bent over to retrieve her clothes from the floor letting her bottom stand high in the air for the precious seconds it took to gather them. 

Her hand gave up its missions of concealment, but from the back he was unable to see much more than her pert bottom and long legs. His hands curled tightly as he waited to see what she would do next. 

It wasn't a long wait. She finished fiddling with her clothing and turned to face him. 

The playful vixen who had refused him even the most cursory glance of her nipples was gone and in her place was a proud miss who gloried in her beauty. She approached him with a sultry stroll passing close enough for him to touch and then skidded away. Her thighs came up against his desk and she settled onto it. She brought a single leg up to the desk so that at long last he could view the jewel he desired. 

His eyes caressed her folds for long moments before lifting to her eyes. 

"Will you do something for me?" Her request hung between them. She had never asked him for anything...except to be released, but that hardly counted. He stared at her for long moments. 

His head inclined the slightest bit to indicate he was willing to listen. 

A small concession, but one she knew not to take for granted. 

"Will you touch yourself for me?"

His eyes darkened at the request. 

"Will you show me how you like to be touched?"

He didn't respond, but she could see the bulge beneath his pants twitch in excitement. She left her request hanging between them, seeing if he would take action, or in any way acknowledge her request. She half expected it to be met with disdain so she was surprised when he at last growled out a reply.

"You know how I like to be touched." 

His words were gentle but it was a clear chastisement. A clear warning to back down, but she refused to heed them. She knew she was supposed to be going out of her way to please him yet a selfish imp in her prompted this bit of selfishness and demanded that he please her for once. 

"Do I?" Her head cocked to the side like an exotic bird as she continued, "Or are you too intensely private to share something so intimate with me?"

She knew the claim was unfair, but she said it anyway to prompt a response from him. A man as fundamentally sensual as he was wasn't afraid to share anything sexual. It was more likely that a prince didn't share such things with a slave, but she wanted it anyway. Wanted to see him touch himself as he had asked her to do so many times. 

It was the challenging spark in her eyes that dared him to do it. The same spark that seconds later had him lifting his hand to stroke his stiff member through his pants. 

Eyes luminous with pleasure dropped to follow the motion of that one hand. She was damned if she was going to miss a single second of the performance he was putting on. 

As she watched his long fingers slide over his thick cock she felt hot desire pool between her legs. The image burned into her mind as a curl of dark desire snaked its way down her spine. Just watching him filled her with all sorts of illicit desires. The desire to push his hands aside and replace them with her own. The desire to unfasten his pants and let all that hard aggression spring forth. The desire to let her mouth relearn every dip and hollow on his gorgeous body. 

She clenched her thighs for a second as her desire reached fever pitch and leaked from between her legs. All this and she hadn't even seen the prize yet. Akim watched her watching him. No, he corrected himself, she wasn't doing anything as simple as watching. Her eyes were devouring every inch of his body. The epitome of enraptured. 

He slowed his stroke to tease her. He bit back a groan as he too felt the loss of his persistent caress. 

Jade. Everything about her was unique and, if he was being honest, compelling. The force of his indomitable self-control was laid low in the face of the desire she stirred in him. And though she had come to him a virgin he absolutely blamed her for his loss of will. 

He couldn't remember having a partner who watched him with such single minded focus. He couldn't remember a woman who made him want to perform to her satisfaction. The very nature of what he was dictated that others bent over backwards to please him. And yet he found himself unzipping his pants, when he should be working, for her pleasure. 

Her tongue came out to moisten lips that had gone dry in anticipation. 

The zipper was down, but instead of bringing his heated flesh out for her eyes to feast on he kept it tucked away and continued to stroke it. 

She groaned in frustration as he spit on his hand and it disappeared inside his pants. He could see her making little motions on the desk in agitation. Knowing how badly she wanted to see it gave him the strength he needed it to keep it out of sight. 

His hand tightened incrementally as he observed her. Her eyes were glued to his crotch and her tongue was absentmindedly stroking her teeth. His gut clenched in hot desire. 

"Let me see it," she begged. Her hand twitched on the desktop, desperate to dig into her own lush folds as she watched him. 

Her broken plea was all the incentive he needed to draw his flesh out into the open. 

His hand swept swiftly up to the tip and back down to the base as he continued watching her. She was making little moans of desire he doubted she was even aware of. And he could see her pussy glistening with desire just from watching him. The thought that he could slide deep into her pussy without even touching her and she would welcome him pushed him to the edge of orgasm. 

"Now do something for me," he demanded. His voice was gravelly with desire and sounded harsh, autocratic. And sexy. She wanted him desperately. 

Desire stole her voice, but she didn't need to reply. She knew what he wanted. 

Her head fell back a little in pure need as she imagined giving in to him. It would feel so good to slide a finger inside herself and work herself to the rhythm of his strokes. 

She brought a single finger between her legs and ran it through her slit just once. Her eyes dropped away from him to monitor her progress. She brought the glistening finger up to her mouth and sucked it clean. 

The whole job could have been done in seconds, but she drew it out. Her mouth lingered on her finger and her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard. When she was done she removed the clean digit from her mouth and met his eyes. They smoldered with a kind of feral hunger that she knew meant she only had moments before his control broke. He still stroked himself at an intense and furious rhythm, but it was almost absentminded. 

He wanted her. To taste her. To devour her. 

For a moment there was only silence. Aside from their ragged breathing not so much as a chirping bird could be heard. It was like the whole earth stood still and waited to see who would move first. 

She broke the silence. "Did you like that?"

A harsh groan was torn from his throat. 

"Were you wishing it was your finger between my thighs? Your tongue cleansing away the taste of me?"

His neck muscles were extended in agony and she knew he was moments away from coming. 

"Would you like to taste me now?"

The words were pure invitation and his mind received the invitation and acted on it before his body even knew what it was doing. He was on her and in her in the blink of an eye. Her flesh spasmed with that first thrust catapulting her into an orgasm that literally left her shaking. His hips pumped swiftly for all of two seconds before he joined her in ecstasy. 

***

The look on Akim's face was thunderous as he navigated his way to the main hall. Sated and yet unsatisfied. 

She had toyed with him. Using his desire as a weapon. He was infuriated with her for playing him like a master and at the same time oddly aroused by her manipulation. Offering him a taste when she knew he was at the end of his rope. Letting him see how much the sight of him aroused her. And the worst offense, making him want to confess his love to her in post-coital bliss. 

He had been sorely tempted to take her again when he pulled out of her. Her pussy had winked back at him pink and dripping wet. The desire to take one lick at it had ridden him hard. But one taste of their combined enjoyment and he knew he would have wanted so much more. So he had walked away. Before he was ready. And was paying for it. 

His cock throbbed in his pants despite having just been satisfied and his countenance hardened further in his frustration. 

Nahid quivered as she caught sight of him approaching. The raw aggression she read on his face made her wary, but she still greeted him as due his position when he approached. 

His eyes raked over her face, taking in the regret in her eyes and the desire. He was hard pressed to keep the look of disgust from his face. It was nothing to do with the fact that she was covered in sperm, and everything to do with the way her eyes rested on him as if he were some kind of a God. Not even a hint of censure in her gaze. Her only desire to be forgiven. It was at such great odds from Jade's response he could hardly stomach it. Jade consumed him until he could barely breathe. Even when she defied him she could do no wrong. He valued her spirit and how she made him feel. Like a man. Like a man in love. 




Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 07



"Release her."

Within seconds Nahid had been untied and her first act of freedom was to bow before him. 

This is how it should be, he knew, and yet something in him wanted her to take a swing at him. 

"My Prince is most generous," she praised. 

Her heartfelt words were more than mere lip service. Having never been punished she had suffered greatly through it. Men had come from far and wide to sample the concubine they coveted above all others. Her hands had gone numb with fatigue and still she remained, restrained and forced to serve. She vowed never to cross him again no matter the provocation. 

He waited until she had risen to her full height before disabusing her of the notion.

"Jade acquired your freedom. You would do well to thank her when next you see her."

Immediately she burned with rage. 

Jade. 

Always Jade. 

And now she had so much influence that she could make the prince offer leniency when he never had before. 

Witch. 

She dropped her eyes so that he could not see her anger. Gratitude warred with resentment and she fought to subdue both emotions. 

"Naturally," she concurred.



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 08



The musical tinkle of golden discs signaled her progress. Jade could just imagine Akim lying languorously somewhere listening to her approach. He had honored the remaining time on their unholy bargain and left her to her own designs. But her 7 days were up and if the way she had been adorned was any indication she was going to be paying for his patience very shortly. 

Without fail, she enjoyed his possession but she had never satisfied his lust after a long hiatus against his will. She was certain he would exhaust himself between her thighs many times before the night was through. 

Riches such as she had only imagined adorned her in various disguises. 

A river of gold divided the shimmering waterfall of her hair ending in a burnished gold emblem that rested on her forehead. 

Hammered gold dripped from her ears and neck. 

Gold had lovingly been fashioned into a thin sash and layered twice around her slender waist. 

Yet more gold embraced the fine bones of her wrists. 

Semi-precious gemstones were affixed in a seemingly random pattern along her attire flashing garnet and amethyst fire with every step she took. She was certain the sum total of her apparel and accessories matched or exceeded the GDP of half the nations in the world. 

The temptation was strong to smear the kohl from her eyes and wipe the stain from her lips and run screaming into the night away from Akim and his ruthless possession, but she knew it was pointless. He would only catch her, bring her back, and have her anyway, except she'd be guarded more closely. 

Jade released a heavy sigh as she bore on, listening to the discs chime musically together along her left ankle until she arrived in front of him. 

She paid no attention to her surroundings as she met his gaze even though it was her first visit to the royal bath house. Neither the smells of cinnamon nor vanilla were sufficient to distract her from her target. 

He was, as usual, gorgeous. A perfect specimen of masculinity. A body that was more comely than even the statue of David himself. 

Her eyes lit a path from his hard chest down to the straining length of his erect manhood. She lowered her eyes lest he read her desire to take him into her mouth. Apparently he had trained her all too well to care for his needs. 

Her hands lifted to remove her clothing as she had been instructed. Present yourself to the Prince. Remove your clothes. Accede to his wishes. That had been Li'ir's decree. He desires, you provide. Period. 

First came the top with it's collection of clasps along the back. Her hands worked industriously out of sight and eased the fabric away from her skin. 

A part of her wanted him to look at her breasts--wanted him to acknowledge that they had been painted a dusky rose to match her lips for his enjoyment. Acknowledge with the passion in his eyes that it wouldn't be long before his mouth was there removing the rich color--but his eyes stayed locked on hers revealing nothing.

Next her hands took on the arduous process of unwrapping the yards of fabric that had been twined around her hips. With each yard that hit the floor she waited until she could unveil the field upon which he would plow his seed. When the last yard finally fell away she stood before him proudly. Almost defiantly, daring him to find fault with a body that had spent the better part of the day being prepared for him. 

"What is your pleasure?" she questioned after standing in silence for several moments waiting for some signal from him. 

"You." His hand extended to her in invitation. "Just you."

She took his hand. She had to after all. It was clearly his wish. 

He guided her into a shallow pool of glistening water. The water was adrift with rose petals and lit with candles. The scene was set for romance but she was disinclined to be seduced. 

Settling himself into the water, Akim positioned Jade between his legs facing away from him. He reached past her for a vial of scented oil and poured a measured amount into his hands. The scent of almond drifted up to her nose just moments before his hands met the skin on her neck. 

She could feel the strength he held in check as his palms rested against her flesh. Oil ran down her back and between her breasts in thin rivulets as his hands stood still. His grip tightened for a mere second before his hands eased down the side of the long column, engaging tense muscles before sliding down her sides and massaging slowly up her sternum. 

His hands passed through the valley between her breast and stroked back down her sides in a fluid continuous motion. How could a man with such large hands pass so close and yet fail to touch her breasts, she wondered. She didn't know. She only hoped his rigid control broke long enough to allow his hand to brush her nipples. 

She knew the desire went against her anger at her captivity, but she always found it hard to care when he was touching her. 

Her eyes drifted closed so that she didn't have to watch his hands and wonder when they would falter. 

His hands swept over her skin in an elegant pattern that was indescribably pleasurable. Once more they eased over her shoulders before sliding down her arms and tangling with her fingers. 

He drew her left hand from the water and proceeded to pour oil there as well before beginning a compelling massage. 

He followed the line of each finger from base to tip, front to back, before smoothing circles around the center of her palm. He repeated the technique again, and again until she felt herself start to relax into him against her will. 

She tensed up against him as soon as she realized what she was doing. 

"Relax." 

His warm breath disturbed the hair alongside her ear and caused it to stroke across her face in a small caress. She shivered at the sensation. Surely he had made a pact with the devil to make even her hair betray her and join him in his wicked seduction.  

She stiffened even further. 

His hands slid up to massage her tense shoulders and smoothed a path down her spine. 

"Relax," he whispered into the back of her neck. "I only want to soothe you." 

She turned her head minutely in his direction. She didn't want to fall prey to his silver tongue and yet there was something so vulnerable about his tone. Something so alluring about the fact that for once he wasn't demanding, he wasn't ordering; he was asking. 

Asking her to relax. 

Asking her to trust herself to his care. 

His touch so far had proved to be non-threatening, non-sexual...if you didn't count the fact that they were both naked. 

For her part, she was aroused beyond all reason. 

She could feel the wet heat between her legs and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was sitting in a pool of water. If his fingers were to travel between her legs it would be a matter of seconds before his cock followed. 

But, she acknowledged reluctantly, he was doing an admirable job of keeping his body under control and it wasn't his fault that hers was behaving sex starved. What would be the harm in allowing herself this one treat, she argued, falling limp in his arms. 

Just this once she promised. 

He continued massaging her back, his touch varying between a soothing light sweeping caress and a more deep massage intended to relieve her of tension. 

If the kingdom ever dissolved he could definitely get a job as a masseuse she reflected in a moment of dark humor. 

He repositioned her so that he could access her feet easily, beginning the massage much the same as he had done with her hands. 

He started at the base of each toe and massed to the tip, front to back and in between, creating a hypnotic rhythm that made her want to relax even further and spread her legs. But she didn't dare. She knew the thick proof of her desire would not mix easily with water and would be visible to his all seeing eyes. 

His touch moved on from her toes to the meat of her foot, stroking the instep and heel with a sure, firm stroke that told her, in case she didn't already know, that there was no part of the female form he could not cause to sing with pleasure. He repeated the massage on her other foot before drawing her from the water. 

He buffed a fluffy towel along the contours of her silky flesh while she stood there and let him. 

He was serving her she realized somewhat dizzily. 

In way it made her uncomfortable. What would he expect in return for his services? 

How did you pay a man who had more wealth than he could spend in 5 lifetimes? 

She was afraid to find out the answer. 

At his direction she relaxed face down on a spread of cushions and throws. She was somewhat nervous of turning her back on him. How hard would it be for him to ease that straining rod between her cheeks and take his reward? 

Gentle pressure on her shoulders encouraged her to relax fully and she did so taking him on the trust that he had established so far. 

This time she was greeted with the smell of stargazers. It was her favorite flower and obviously imported. She knew that such a delicate bloom could not grow in this somewhat harsh landscape. 

The rich heavy smell wrapped around her and dragged her down to a place of extreme receptiveness. The scent opened up all her other senses and made her that much more vulnerable to whatever he intended to do. 

She let out a blissful sigh as the scent embraced her as surely as his hands. 

Strong hands slid up her thighs and down her calves. Slow and gliding movements that engendered a deep sense of well being. 

His hands followed the gentle slopes in a rhythm that was all kinds of unfair. 

She both wanted him to stroke her harder and wanted him to desist so that she could stroke him. She was startled into awareness as his hands eased along the inside of her calves and up past her knees. 

She didn't know if she was disappointed or pleased when his hands eased to the outside of her thighs just before they would have met the juncture between her legs. His caress continued, easing her into what she hoped was not a false sense of security. 

His hands stroked the back of her legs for another 10 minutes or so before he moved up to her bottom. He poured a generous amount of oil on the cheeks before beginning to massage. He didn't slide his hands between the twin globes or try to slide a finger into her as she half hoped he would, but his touch was, intentional or not, incredibly erotic as he massed the firm muscles. 

A small stream of oil slid between her cheeks and continued to her pussy. 

She wondered if he saw it, if he desired to follow it with his tongue as she wanted him to. 

She didn't know what was happening to her. She felt like an out of control nymphomaniac wanting to arch her ass up against him and beg him to fuck her until she couldn't walk straight. 

As if he sensed her increasing desperation he repositioned himself so that he could reach her back. 

His hands started with a slow figure 8 pattern across her back before beginning more detailed work massaging the muscles along her spine. His talented fingers eased out kinks and stresses she didn't know she had. Being captive must be stressful work she deduced. 

His fingers continued working her back long after she was completely relaxed. She wondered where this new fountain of limitless patience had come from...and when it would expire. 

Her musings were interrupted when he urged her to turn over. 

He eased her legs apart so that his knees could rest between them. Her eyes shot open. 

He busied himself pouring more oil into his hands but she knew with her legs spread she wouldn't be able to hide what he was doing to her. 

She wouldn't be surprised if he could smell it. She could. It had a dark erotic smell to it. A smell that begged for further exploration. Begged for his tongue. 

She was certain she wouldn't be able to relax again while he was between her legs. 

He felt the tension rip through her body as he brought his hands down on her thighs to begin his massage. His eyes met hers as his hands dropped between her legs. 

She acknowledged that the touch wasn't erotic per say. 

He was stroking the outer lips of her labia. 

It was clearly still a massage, but the heat darkening his eyes said otherwise. 

Without glancing down his touch changed. His fingers began to massage the inner lips. 

What a skilled lover that he knows his way around a vagina without even looking at it. She tried to let that thought take hold and wipe her from the grip of a dangerous passion that was about to drown her, but she doubted her success as she released a gasp of pleasure as he continued his ministrations. 

He removed his hands from between her legs and replaced it with a single finger that slid slowly between the inner and outer labia in a gentle steady caress. Not once had his eyes left hers but she was sorely tempted to look down. It felt amazing, and she imagined that looking at it would be even more arousing. 

Finally his eyes dropped away from hers and fell between her legs. The flat of his thumb stroked slowly up and down the middle of her vagina. 

Easing up on her forearms, her eyes joined his in watching. She could see her clit was engorged and half wished he would stroke it, and only it, but his speed never changed. 

Languorous. 

Watching was making her hotter. She could feel her body start to vibrate as if on the edge of an orgasm that would be so hard it would be a miracle that she didn't break. She eased back and closed her eyes. She didn't want to watch anymore lest she embarrass herself. 

She was sure he didn't intend for her to have an orgasm from a simple massage. That was until she felt his finger ease into her. 

Her eyes met his as his finger relentlessly eased in and out of her. The rhythm was persistent, but not passionate. It didn't stop the flush she felt cross her chest just moments before her climax hit. 

She thought his restraint was at an end as he eased his body up over hers, but he did nothing more than embrace her and rest his head in the crook of her neck. 

She relaxed beneath him, small aftershocks still shaking her body. Her breathing was incredibly erratic as she tried to regain control of herself. 

The hand that was drifting aimlessly through her hair helped soothe her. Helped her focus. 

Now what, she wondered. 

She felt a faint prickle of alarm as she thought about what they had just done. What was that? 

She didn't want to apply the name to it that came so readily to mind, but what else could explain the selfless worship, for lack of a better word, that he had just done? 

As if he could sense her restlessness his head rose and his thoughtful gaze rested on her face studying the expressions that chased across it. His lips found hers in a kiss that felt like devotion. 

She didn't want it. She didn't want any of it. 

She tried to ease him away but his hands stroked a path down her side before sliding up to cover her breasts. The desire to arch up against him was so strong she couldn't control it and did just that. 

His mouth stroked kisses across her face as his hips rocked against hers in an imitation of making love. All of it slow. All of it worshipful. 

His lips came across her cheek and he nibbled lightly on her ear before she caught the words that froze her rigid. 

She sat up abruptly. "What?" 

Her hands were defensive as she tried to ease away from him, but his hands were gentle but strong as he positioned her to receive the length of him. 

"I said I love you." 

Her brain raced to make sense of it. 

No hesitation this time. 

No doubt. 

There was absolute certainty behind his words. And she trembled with absolute fear. 

"No." 

The words had barely left her lips before he eased into her. Using his hold on her hips he lifted her smoothly off his manhood and guided her back down. The pleasure was instantaneous and undeniable. 

Jade arched against him at the same time that she repelled him. "No Akim." 

He eased her onto her back and positioned her feet on either side of his neck and began a slow gentle thrust that had her twisting with pleasure. It didn't stop another "no" from spilling from her lips. 

He hated the sound of it. 

"I love you," he reiterated, hoping against hope that eventually she would hear the words, and believe them. 

"No!" This time her denial was more vehement. 

He thrust a little deeper in retaliation. She had to bite back her next words to release the gasp of pleasure that demanded to be released. 

"Oh my God." 

The exclamation was released on a wave of bliss so pure it had no end. She lay there quivering while he continued to work her flesh, her eyes continuing the denial her lips could no longer utter. 

The orgasm that stole her peace of mind was not long in coming and she received his gentle thrusts throughout her orgasm and after. 

He was relentless. 

And he still hadn't cum. What did he want from her? 

Wary eyes searched his face and suddenly she knew. 

He wanted her to say it back. 

Did she dare? 

Jade acknowledged that in the quiet moments when she reflected on her current life she had briefly acknowledged some emotion for him before swiftly shutting down that train of thought. 

She couldn't, wouldn't, acknowledge having feelings for a man who was for all intents and purposes her jailer. 

The thought strengthened her resolve and gave her the courage to denounce his love while his flesh still pulsed inside of her. "Love is a gift. How can you give a gift to a gift?" 

Her words held only the slightest trace of bitterness, and were overshadowed with sorrow and defeat. 

She closed her eyes against the hurt in his and made another tiny slice in the man she loved, but would never confess it to, "How could I ever love you, being nothing more than a convenient servant for your desires? I love what any slave loves--" 

The silence was deafening while he waited to hear what it was that she loved, since she couldn't love him. 

"The thought of freedom. And apparently a thought is all it will ever be." 

This time as she moved to pull away from him he let her. 

His grip slackening as his heart clenched in pain. 

So that was it. 

His tenderness, his love, his heart, would never move her. 

Only freedom would make her look at him with anything other than disgust. 

She sat before him with her knees drawn to her chest looking at him with soulful eyes, waiting to see where they would go from here. And if he ever doubted it, he knew in that moment that what he felt for her truly was love because he felt not a shred of anger at her rejection, only grief that she could not love him back. 

As her eyes held his he said the only words possible. "Then I release you."



Birthday Gifts Fit for a Prince Ch. 09



Jade sighed with happiness as she took in her reflection one last time. Jeans and a t-shirt covered her slender frame, and she had never been so happy to wear such humble clothes. She walked beside Li'ir to the private plane that would whisk her back to civilization. 

Her jovial mood turned to awe as she took in the plane's interior. She had become used to luxury during the weeks she languished in the palace, but even that didn't prepare her for the sumptuous appointment of the plane. It wasn't that far removed from what she would expect from an exclusive and swish lounge. Mood lighting. Blue topaz and gold filigree winking from the ceiling and walls. Plush sofas. Flat screen TVs. She could just make out what appeared to be a full bedroom in the rear of the plane. Wow!  

While Jade readily acknowledged that she would miss living in the lap of luxury, she certainly wouldn't miss the captivity.

A careless shrug dismissed the past few weeks. It was with an eye on the future that she stowed her carry-on and then fastened her safety belt for takeoff. Her sporadic dark sense of humor rose to the surface as she recognized it wouldn't do to have endured all these weeks and then to die from carelessness during transport. 

She was offered a glass of champagne, which she gladly accepted in light of having so much to celebrate. 

She was just munching her way happily through a delicious crab and saffron cream salad when the reason for the delay arrived. Akim boarded the plane with barely a glance in her direction, advising the stewardess they could take off immediately. 

Jade's appetite deserted her immediately upon seeing him. What was he doing here? 

He could feel her inquisitive gaze resting on him, but was too tired to engage her. This was it. The last few hours they would be together and he still couldn't explain, even to himself, what he was doing on this plane. Torturing himself with her presence instead of making a clean break. 

Once they were airborne he withdrew some papers from his briefcase and tried to busy himself with state affairs. He was having a moderate level of success when he realized she was on the move. 

His eyes lifted to hers and he was struck anew by the amount of love he felt when he looked at her, and at the sorrow that clenched his heart that they would shortly be separated for all time. 

She settled next to him and said nothing. Her hand fell to his thigh and just sat there, a heavy weight with no true purpose. His eyes dropped to examine the fine bones in her hand, fighting with every breath the desire to lift her hand to his heart and let her feel for herself how deeply she affected him. But he remained still, letting her take the lead. 

"Akim." 

His eyes lifted once more to her face as he steeled himself for the pain of partaking of her beauty. 

"Why are you here?" 

Her question was reasonable, he supposed, in the circumstances. He toyed with a few different answers, all of them lies, before deciding that he owed her the truth. 

"Because you're here." 

She breathed in the truth of that statement, holding his gaze, feeling the pressure of denying her own feelings. 

"Because I couldn't stay away." 

The words were like arrows, marking her heart, forcing her to tell the truth she had kept only for herself. 

Her eyes dropped from his suddenly; her hand withdrew slowly from his thigh leaving him feeling cold and bereft. She stood as if to move away from him and breathed words so low he barely caught them. "I love you too." 

His hand snaked out and caught her wrist before she could move more than a few inches and tipped her over onto his lap. His hand gently clasped her jaw and positioned her face so that she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "Say it again," he demanded. 

For a moment her lips remained still, as if she wasn't sure she wanted those words released into the universe again. A few fraught seconds passed and finally she repeated the words, although if possible at an even lower volume than before. "I love you too." 

The words gave him such an immediate sense of elation he could barely contain it. He wanted to weep with relief and only just managed to withhold his emotions. He contented himself with gently stroking the soft line of her cheek and pressing her heart to his. 

Her hand came up to cover his as she brought her lips closer to his. Her eyes were so earnest as they held his. "Make love to me," she entreated. His heart soared until her next words brought him plummeting back to earth, "Hold me in your arms and make love to me one last time." 

His mind immediately negated her words. How was it possible? How did she confess her love for him one moment and then confirm she still intended to leave him the next? 

He wouldn't allow it. 

He couldn't allow it! 

He dropped his hands to her shoulders to ease her away, to give them the space they needed to discuss the situation like reasonable adults, but apparently his delay was too great. Her mouth dropped to his of her own accord, stealing the breath he would have used to question her choice. Gone was the sweet virgin of weeks before and in her place was a sexually mature woman of the world who knew her own desires. One kiss turned into two as she devoured his mouth. One hand held his face to hers while the other buried itself in the luxurious thickness of his hair. 

His mouth left hers to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She writhed against him with helpless desire as his teeth scoured a particularly sensitive dip in her neck. 

Easing her back against the sofa, he began a renewed assault on her mouth. His shirt was discarded at random while he began a campaign to show her body who it's master was. 

His mouth cleaved a path of fire across her collarbone down to the luscious slopes of her breasts. His teeth tugged at the stretchy fabric for all of a few seconds before he lost his patience and dragged her shirt off and pushed her bra up seeking the fastest access possible. His mouth fell to her newly exposed nipples in voracious hunger; his teeth nipping and suckling with lavish attention. 

Pushing the two mounds together, he licked the pointed peeks. At the end of each lick his mouth was a hairsbreadth away from hers. Her eyes met his, begging for another kiss. She wanted it with every breath in her body and she arched up beneath him in silent entreaty. He could see the plea in her eyes and finally gave in, planting a kiss of such longing against her mouth that she never wanted him to release her. 

He unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, easing her up to sit astride his lap. He continued feasting on her breasts and fed off the rapt expression in her eyes as she watched him. 

Easing onto his back, he swiftly dragged off her pants. She climbed back on him without any urging, positioning her pussy over his mouth. 

His hands locked onto her waist and held her still as his mouth went to work, sucking her clit into his mouth without hesitation. She jerked on top of him as a wave of intense pleasure swept through her. 

One hand eased behind her and felt for the fastening on his pants. Between the two of them they managed to remove his pants as well and she stroked his hard length while he ate her pussy. 

She might have gained some skills in the weeks past, she acknowledged, but she was nowhere near as skilled as him in gifting pleasure. She convulsed on top of him again and again as he held her still and tasted his fill. 

Her hands grew weak and clumsy as she stroked his flesh and tried to fight down the flames that were burning her from the inside out. It was only a matter of minutes before her hands flattened on his thighs as the pleasure peaked again and she sought purchase to ride it out. She could only submit to the pleasure that was washing over her as he held her firm, her back arching in agony. 

She bucked as he continued to flick his tongue, the pleasure too much for her sensitive flesh and still he held her. She fell back away from him and he used the momentum of her motion to follow her down. 

He positioned her on her back and had her thighs spread and his mouth on her pussy before she could move. His hold was unbreakable she realized as she again tried to make a bid for freedom. 

The pleasure was too intense. 

She quivered beneath him, her breath stolen in a moment of pleasure so divine she could do nothing but ride it out. 

His hands locked possessively around her hips as he ate her into oblivion. He planted one last kiss on her pulsing nub before rearing up into her sweet flesh. 

Her legs locked around his hips and her hands came up to frame his face lovingly. It was only moments before her hand fell to his chest, begging for mercy. His hand covered hers and eased it down between her legs, leaving it resting on her slippery clit.  

"Pleasure yourself." 

Her hand remained still. She knew she couldn't bear it. 

He knew it too, but he still slid his fingers around hers and stroked her himself. 

His other hand was buried in her hair, holding her still as he pumped furiously into her. She shattered. 

He wrapped her a little closer and dropped light playful kisses across her face that melted her defenses and destroyed her weak defiance. His flesh stroked gently in and out of her once more, his eyes locked to her. 

She lay acquiescent in his arms as the storm rolled in. She knew she would peak again in minutes and there was nothing she could do about it. His slow pace didn't change that it would be an orgasm to rival all orgasms or that she would shatter so hard he would be hard pressed to find the pieces. 

Her mouth was open on a soundless scream as he flipped her over, positioning her into a half spoon position. Her ass met the warm cradle of his hips but he positioned her upper body so that she was still open to him. 

His arms swept around her holding her secure as he increased his pace. Her arm clenched his in desperation as she felt herself falling. His hand dropped to her clit again and stroked her in time with his thrusts. She writhed against him as he kissed her into submission, releasing the maelstrom that was building within her. Her neck arched as she let out another scream of pleasure. 

Her mewling cries continued as his hips never tired, and the wicked fingers that were stroking her clit never gave up their quest. 

She came again. And again. 

Her breathing was hectic and choppy as he placed a gentle kiss in the curve of her neck. He never grew tired of watching her peak. And he had all the time in the world to bring her to orgasm if it meant that she understood there was only one place that would truly ever feel like home, and that was in his arms. 

He turned her again so she was facing completely away from him, and scooped her even closer to his body. His position on the couch meant it was harder for him to gain momentum. He tilted her face back towards his and nibbled at her ear. "Your turn now," he whispered. "Make love to me." 

She lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Refusing to bring another storm of pleasure upon herself when it was almost more than she could handle. He continued whispering in her ear, his arms folded across her chest as he held her clasped to him. His hand eased to her stomach, caressing the soft mound, encouraging her to pick up the rhythm he desired. 

Our last time, her fevered mind whispered back to her. This is the last time. And suddenly her hips were moving. 

A slow non-demanding rhythm, but they were moving. 

His fingers tangled with hers as he planted a line of kisses down the back of her neck and encouraged her to keep moving. Her pace did even out into a more natural rhythm and she turned her face back to his as he kissed their joined hands and brought her mouth to his in a kiss that nearly had her crying out for a different reason. 

She could feel her heart breaking. 

He deepened the kiss and as it gained carnality he swept her leg up over his arm and started pounding into her drenched flesh. 

Her mouth flew from his as her body started to convulse again, her hands curling into the arm of the sofa as he played her like an instrument. 

He withdrew from her suddenly, desperate to have a taste. 

His mouth fell between her legs again. Licking. Slow cat like licks as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of her. 

She nearly came just looking at him. 

He lifted his head and spit just once on her pussy before slicking his cock over the slickness and easing back in. 

He swept one of her legs over his shoulder and held the other clasped to his side as he pummeled her flesh. She creamed all over him as her flesh yielded to his dominance. 

His nails raked down her stomach as he worked her body. Her scream was one of pure surrender and she pulled him closer for one infinitesimal second wanting the moment to last forever. 

That thought was like a wake up call, reminding of where she was, who she was with and how the story had to end. There is no forever, she reminded herself, only this moment.

She slid her leg off his shoulder and reclaimed her position on his lap. Without urging she started bouncing up and down. She was mindless with desire, her mouth seeking his without any conscious volition. 

She was desperate to put her mark upon him as he had indelibly put his upon her. Desperate that he should remember her long after they said their final goodbyes. Desperate that he would never hold another woman in his arms and not wish it was her. 

Her tongue brushed into his mouth with earnest passion. Stroking his tongue and retreating in a very tantalizing fashion. He found himself chasing that little pink blade back into her mouth and conducting his own exploration. 

She relaxed completely in his presence for the very first time. 

She felt the difference now. Now that they were meeting as equals. 

She wasn't here to serve him. She wasn't in fear of her life. She was merely exchanging pleasure with a man she found attractive, who found her equally attractive. 

Her hands made quick work of the buttons down the front of his shirt while she eagerly encouraged him to remove her clothes with all due haste. They stripped down in record time and stood before each other nude, enjoying the beauty of each other's form. 

She was the first to move, her hand touching the hard wall of his chest as if it was her first time seeing it. Her hand swept down rippling muscles until she was casually caressing the side of his hip. Her eyes lifted from the immediate proof of his desire to meet his eyes. 

The intensity and intimacy of the moment was not lost on him. It was the first time she had looked at him with unguarded eyes. Nothing was held back. Her gaze was open, trusting and loving, and he knew that this was the look he wanted to see everyday for the rest of his life. 

He opened his arms, and she walked into them of her own free will. 

***

Jade gained consciousness slowly. Her heavy heart didn't want to face what would come next. The coming goodbye would be made harder by her newly acknowledged feelings and the depths of their recent intimacy. She hardened her heart against her sentimental weakness and forced herself from the tangled sheets. 

She wasn't a baby to hide behind her fatigue because she didn't want to face a difficult task. She swiftly dismissed the idea of a shower, liking the smell of intimacy that coated her skin. 

A wry smile curved her lips as she started dressing. She had every reason to be fatigued. Akim had devoted hours to learning her limits and pushing her to them. She had spent the same amount of time returning the favor. 

There wasn't so much as a centimeter on either of their bodies that the other was not intimately acquainted with. She knew how to make him moan in agony or hiss in bliss. She could stroke him to orgasm in a pitch-black room with her hands tied behind her back. 

Together they had created many memories and those memories would have to sustain her in the coming years. No other would do for her. Who could even compare? 

Fully clothed she headed out to the main cabin to find Akim. 

"This way madam." The words were accompanied by a smile as the flight attendant gestured towards the stairs leading from the aircraft. 

Jade returned her smile before heading in that direction, wondering where Akim was. Did he not intend to say goodbye then? 

For a moment as she descended the stairs she could only see Akim. It was like a movie. Everything faded and there was only him. Her eyes lovingly caressed his face as she beheld him for the last time. 

She stopped for a moment to steady herself as the full realization of what was about to happen hit home. She would never see him again. 

And that was when it hit her. 

To his left stood Li'ir. Li'ir who should have been back at the palace awaiting his return. Jade's eyes darted around and her heart sank further as she realized she was the one who was out of place. 

His palace rose behind him like the pyramids of old. Guards and staff flanked the plane welcoming his safe return. The warm heat wrapped around her like a lover when she should have been buffeted by the harsh winds of winter. 

As the full import of what she was witnessing penetrated her stunned brain, she went off like a firecracker. 

"Why?" she demanded in a tortured voice. 

"I couldn't let you go," he confessed with no true hint of remorse. 

Jade stormed down the remaining stairs noticing Li'ir's hot look of displeasure as she gained the tarmac. Jade threw a caustic remark in her direction as she continued towards the palace. "I guess as long as he lives you will never see the back of me, so wipe that hostile look off your face and get used to it." 

Li'ir was almost, almost offended at her words and insolent tone, but she knew Jade had every right to be disenchanted. Akim had broken his word again. Something that was his bond, that he lived and ruled by, so easily cast aside. 

Again. 

For this girl. 

Li'ir turned condemning eyes in his direction. His direct gaze met hers and though he rarely explained himself, for her sake he voiced his thoughts. 

"I couldn't let her go." 

"Couldn't or wouldn't?" she questioned shrewdly. 

There was a long silence before he answered. 

"Couldn't," he bit out imperiously. 

Li'ir said nothing further, but her silent condemnation filled the space and he stormed away from her. "This conversation is closed." 

Li'ir followed in his wake, still silent. She knew Akim had some hard truths to come to grips with, and that he would do so in his own time. 

Akim was not ready to admit to anyone that he had fallen so hard in love that it bordered on obsession. Returning to his quarters, he prepared himself for a relaxing massage. Anything to delay the time when he would come face to face with Jade again. He knew he had done her a grievous wrong. He had hoped she would acknowledge that this decision was the right one. For both of them. He knew no better way to honor their love than to celebrate it and acknowledge it formally through joining their lives. She was as yet unaware that he wanted her for his bride. They had many things to discuss. But not yet. She needed time to calm down. He could give her that at least. 

***

Jade's angry stride carried her back to her quarters. She was surprised to see Nahid there waiting for her. Gone was the snide superior look and in its place was a subdued grief that was painful to witness. 

"I knew you'd be back," were Nahid's first words. 

"Oh?" Jade wasn't so sure. Not about anything anymore. 

"He loves you, doesn't he?" The question was less of an accusation and more of a somber statement of fact. 

"No," Jade shook her head in denial. "He doesn't." The words were spoken with quiet conviction. Not just because she believed them, but because she needed to believe them. "If he loved me then he would have let me go." 




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Nahid let out a sorrowful laugh. "If he loved you then he wouldn't have been able to let you go. He wouldn't be able to face a day without you in it. And he would hold you close to him even though he knew you would despise him for it." 

There was a terrible foreshadowing in her words, and for just a moment Jade got a glimpse of how Nahid felt for Akim. How hopeless the situation was for her. 

"Help me Nahid," Jade begged one last time. And to her surprise and suspicion Nahid agreed. 

"Why now?" she questioned warily. "Before you intimated it would be a betrayal." 

"Before I was not clear what there was to love about you." 

The words hung between them. By themselves not enough. 

"A woman who will go out of her way to help someone who by all rights she should despise, that is a woman worthy of a prince's love. That is a woman worthy of a jealous woman's respect. And out of respect to you I want to set you free." 

"He will never love you if you help me escape." 

"As I've only recently realized, he will never love me anyway." Nahid's eyes darkened with pain for a moment before her spine went rigid with purpose. "We must hurry. There will not be another chance." 

Jade was not totally convinced of Nahid's sincerity, but she was at her limit. Another night of Akim's lovemaking and she knew she would lose the will to be free. She didn't dare risk it. 

She quickly donned the clothes Nahid produced for her and scurried after her through the halls.