Submitting to the Enemy: In the Prince's Harem ( (6 page)

"And now I've shown you the lash.  Tell me why, Isabel."

My mind reeled for a moment, but the answer fell clearly into place.  "Because until I know pain, I cannot
appreciate pleasure," I said.

Nazari's hand slid further down my belly, and his fingers brushed across the quivering lips of m
y pussy.  "Are you ready to learn what pleasure really means?" he asked as he curled two fingers up inside my hole.

I tightened around his fingers, hot and slick as I shuddered with anticipation.  "Yes, Your Majesty," I sighed.

He pushed his fingers deeper, massaging my secret places as I writhed against his hand.  Then he slid out and brushed them over my swollen, throbbing clit, light as a feather.  I sucked in a deep breath through my clenched teeth and pushed my hips forward, urging him to press harder.  He did, rubbing me in slow circles.

Then he moved closer until I felt his naked body against my own.  Hard muscle sheathed his lean frame, and his cock pressed between my thighs, thick and heavy.

He guided that long rod beneath my pussy, letting it slide along between my wet lips and out between my buttocks.  He held my hips and moved my body back and forth, rubbing the top of his cock with my sex, sending electric surges of pleasure through my body.

"Oh my god," I whispered between quick gasps for air.  "Please fuck me."

"In due time, Isabel," Nazari whispered in my ear as his hands slid down my back.  He cupped my buttocks, sending a brief flare of pain through the welts left by his hand, then slipped a finger between my cheeks.

I wanted to resist him, but the sensation of that fat shaft sliding against my sopping pussy drove out all thought of resistance.  When
Nazari pulled back, I moved my hips and let my weight hang from my bound hands, and when he pushed forward again, the tip of his cock slid up into me, followed by the rest of him.

I felt him stiffen against me, surprised by my sudden motion, but pleased by the
sensation of sliding into my pussy.  He recovered quickly, and his hands tightened on my buttocks.  He pulled me close as he rolled his hips forward, thrusting up into my slick hole.  He began to move, fucking me with a steady, sweet cadence.

I wanted to touch him, to urge him on, but with my hands
bound, I was completely at his mercy, a puppet on a string.  And on a stick.

It was cool in the
underground chamber, but my skin was moist with sweat by the time Nazari pulled out and pushed me away.  My body swayed gently on the nylon rope until my feet found purchase on the concrete floor.  He moved away, and once again I waited in darkness, wondering which direction he'd gone.

Another nylon rope wrapped around my left ankle, then a third around my right.  They tightened as Nazari pulled the loops taut.  I was left to wait in suspense once more, but a few seconds later, the rope around my wrists went slack, and the bonds around my feet jerked them backward.  I fell forward suddenly, throwing my tied hands in front of me to catch myself.  For a moment, I thought I would crash, but the ropes caught me again before I touched the floor.

I hung suspended by my arms and legs just a few feet above the hard concrete that I couldn't see, my back bent.

"Raise your stomach," Prince Nazari commanded.  I did, and he pushed something beneath me that felt like a padded sawhorse.  I rested my hips on it and sighed with relief, but a moment later the ropes that held my feet pulled my legs apart, spreading me open.

Nazari stepped between my legs and once again touched his hand to my sex.  I moaned as he fingered me from behind, massaging my clit with his fingers while his thumb pressed against my anus.  Then his hand was gone, and he guided that massive cock inside my pussy.

My body rocked back and forth on the sawhorse, suspended in mid-air at the perfect height for Nazari to penetrate me completely.  I cried out as he pushed deep inside,
forcing my knees down as he pulled my ankles up against his hips.  He pushed forward until I felt his hard abdomen press against my bottom.

And then I learned what pleasure
was.

Prince Nazari began to fuck me, not with the gentle consideration he'd shown before, but with a wild savagery that rocked my weightless body back and forth through the air like a pendulum.  My head rolled and thrashed, and my whole body felt so sensitive that I could feel each dark hair on my head as it cascaded over my blindfold, each
groove in Nazari's fingerprints where his hands touched me.  Every detail of that swollen, hard cock.

Pleasur
e mounted with his every thrust, growing until my body roiled with uncontrollable forces that made me beg for release.  I screamed to him to fuck me harder, my decorum and meekness forgotten as I cried out shrill commands.  Prince Nazari laughed and obeyed, slamming against me harder and harder.  His cock was like steel rebar inside me, unyielding in its arousal, swollen until the skin of his shaft felt so tight it must have pained him.

I came with a sudden rush of e
cstasy that ripped through my body like a shockwave.  I convulsed against my bonds, thrashing against Nazari as uncontrollable surges of mind-blowing pleasure rocked me.

As I reached the very pinnacle of my climax, Nazari pulled out.  The ropes loosened, and I twisted as he lowered me to the cold floor.  With my hands free, I pulled off the blindfold and turned to face him.  Nazari
stood over me, holding his cock.  It throbbed red and angry as he stroked it urgently.

"You will swallow every drop," he told me
, that calm baritone shaking with lust now.  I scrambled up to my knees before him, tilting my head back and opening wide.

Nazari's climax sent thick jets of hot semen spurting from his cock.  The first shot filled my mouth with a salty, acrid taste that would forever remind me of power.  I gulped it down eagerly even as he spurted another hot dollop into my mouth.  I wrapped my lips around him and held his throbbing cock in my mouth, milking it for every last drop, sucking eagerly with each pulse until the tension went out of his body.  As he softened in my mouth, I let out a contented sigh and sank to the floor.

Nazari bent down on one knee and stroked my hair.  "Now do you understand, Isabel?"

I smiled up at him and nodded.  I thought of the computers in the next room, no doubt full of Prince Nazari's secrets.  But the very idea of betraying him seemed ludicrous now.  Why would I hurt him so that I could hunt another man?

Prince Nazari was unlike any man I'd known.  I only wanted to stay with him, to be his.  The fawning women of the harem no longer seemed absurd to me.  I understood them now.

"Good," he said.  "
I must go, my lamb.  I will send Omar to collect you.  Remain where you are."  He rose and donned his robe, then headed for the exit.

My jaw dropped in shock.  Was Prince Nazari so confident in his grip over me that he would leave me alone here in his inner sanctum
so close to his secret computer room?  Perhaps the computers were passworded.  That would be enough to stop almost anyone, but the software in my necklace could overcome even the most secure password in seconds.  I stiffened as the door fell shut behind him.  Omar could be right outside.  Dared I risk everything?  Just moments ago, betraying Nazari had been the furthest thing from my mind.

Still, this might be my only chance.  I leapt to my feet and rushed to the dark doorway.  I expected to find a powerful workstation inside, with racks of server equipment and powerful monitors.  Instead, there was only a single laptop sitting on a small, plain desk.  I pushed the office chair aside and pressed a hidden latch on the back of my necklace.  Half of the heavy gem slid apart to reveal a tiny USB drive.  Glancing nervously toward the exit, I jammed the drive into one of the laptop's ports, and a tiny green light began to flicker.

I sighed with relief, but at that moment, the door opened and Omar Tarik strode in.  I peered out at him as his sharp black eyes scanned the room.  "Dollar?" he called.

I froze in the darkness, but there was nowhere to hide.

Omar's eyes narrowed as he turned to the side door.  He drew a pistol from beneath his suit coat and hurried toward me.  With nowhere else to go, I started to walk out, and we bumped into one another.  I screamed in feigned surprise, and Omar took a step back, then raised the pistol.

Its bore looked enormous when pointed at my face.  "What are you doing back here?" he demanded.

"Looking for a bathroom," I said, cowering.  "Please don't shoot!  I'm sorry."

Omar lowered the gun only a fraction.  "There is nothing here for you.  Get out!"

I started to obey, then hesitated.  The other half of my necklace protruded from the laptop's USB port.  I hadn't had time to remove it before Omar found me, and if I left it there, I would surely be caught.

I started to walk past him, my head down, my shoulders hunched together protectively.  I willed myself to be nothing but a meek, nude woman.  "Please, master," I said, "don't hurt me."

Omar grinned.  "I said that you would be mine, Dollar.  I am his favored lieutenant."  He relaxed his gun arm for a moment as his other hand fondled my breast.

It was the moment I'd been waiting for.  I pivoted on one heel and wrapped my deceptively slender hand around his wrist, twisting hard.

Omar's eyes widened in shock, and his finger tightened reflexively on the trigger.  The shot was deafening in the tiny concrete cell, but I hoped the thick walls would be enough to muffle the sound.

My fingertips dug into the tendons of his wrist, and Omar let out a silent cry as I hit a pressure point that made him drop the pistol.  I brought my bare heel down on the slender bones of his foot, and he howled in pain.  Before Omar could recover, I shoved him back and bent to scoop his pistol off the floor.

He lunged at me, roaring with rage, but came up short as I leveled his own gun in his face.

"If you move," I said,
"I'll put your brains all over that wall."

That got his attention, and Omar slowly raised his hands, glowering at me.

Without taking my eyes off him, I pulled the USB drive from its hole.  "Since I don't have any clothes, I will assume you brought something for me."

He scowled, his eyes full of hate and rage. 
"A robe, by the elevator."

My eyes narrowed with anger.  Omar had intended to make me walk naked all the way down that long corridor.  Well, I would, but he would be in front of me, not behind.  "Here's how we're going to do this..."

Twenty minutes later, Omar opened a small service entrance on the east side of the palace.  The hot evening air rushed into the corridor, bringing with it the sour smells of an overcrowded city.

"Go," Omar told me.  "But when I find you, you will die."

I smiled.  "Omar, you're coming with me," I said
, pushing the pistol against his ribcage.  "Unless you'd prefer that I leave your body here."

Omar might be a fanatic, but he wasn't crazy.  He nodded, then led the way as I gestured with the pistol.  I kept it close to my body, the muzzle pressed against his spine.  He understood that if he so much as sneezed, I would empty the clip first and ask questions later.

I guided him by memory across the square and into the warren of streets.  My pale skin stood out, but I'd wrapped my head in the black scarf that Nazari had used to blindfold me.  Omar and I disappeared into a warren of streets, taking turns seemingly at random until I wasn't sure I could even find the palace again.

He laughed as we turned into a marketplace.  "Fool woman, you're going to get us both killed.  Where do you think you're taking me?"

I kept my mouth shut and tried to remember which way to go.  We took the third left after the first cross street, and I held my breath as we turned a corner.

A battered gray van blocked the alleyway, and my heart sank.  I'd been sure this was the place where Cal had signaled me.  My mind reeled as I tried to decide what to do now.  I couldn't return to the palace.  Could I make it to the American Embassy without alerting the Prince?  And what to do with Omar?

Then the van's sliding door burst open, and Cal Turner popped out, grinning.  "Audrey!  You made it!"

Omar turned on me, his face twisted with rage.  "You're a
spy!"
he shouted, lunging at me.  I raised the pistol, but Cal was faster.  He wrapped an arm around Omar's neck and brought him to the ground faster than a snake's strike.  I gaped, the gun in my hand trembling.  I'd known Cal was dangerous, but to see him in action was something else entirely.

W
ith Omar subdued, Cal chuckled.  "So you brought us Omar Tarik?  Why do you have to be such an overachiever, Audrey?  Information on the Wolf would have been enough."

I pulled my necklace from beneath the robe I wore and waggled it in front of him.  "How about the contents of Prince Nazari's private laptop?"

"You're an amazing woman, Audrey," he said, laughing.  A couple of special operations soldiers slipped out of the alley and Cal directed them as they bundled up Omar in duct tape and burlap, then dragged his struggling body back into the vehicle.

Cal's jovial nature faded, and his blue eyes gave me a penetrating look.  "Are you alright?  Did they hurt you?"