The Desert Prince's Sex Slave (M/m)
When Mateo, a lowly slave, is summoned to the chambers of Prince Akim, he fears for his life. Little does he know that the all-powerful ruler desires his body. But with his inexperience, will Mateo be able to convince the prince to spare his life? WARNING: Features hot, rough man-on-man action, and a slave willing to do whatever it takes to survive!
Excerpt:
The prince rose and raised a small, ornamental dagger. The weapon gleamed in the sunlight. Mateo only stared, not sure what was about to happen, whether he was about to be bled or maimed or given a haircut. But Akim simply reached out and began to cut Mateo’s filthy, dusty clothes off his body. Within seconds, they were crumpled in a pile at his feet, and he was nude apart from the thick iron ring around his neck, and the chains connecting his wrists that served to limit his arm movement.
Mateo simply stood there. He still was not completely certain why Prince Akim had summoned him. Instead of contemplating it, he simply stared down at his own grime-covered chest as it rose and sunk. The prince did not appear to be offended by the dirt. Mateo could feel the dark eyes on him, studying him.
Akim took his time, but finally he reached out and unlocked the chains around Mateo’s wrists. They dropped to the floor with a loud clunking sound that marred the peaceful silence. Then, he was led into the water.
He could not help but close his eyes with bliss as his body was submerged bit by bit. It felt so cool, so very refreshing. His mind gave up trying to puzzle out what was going on just for this one moment, and enjoyed the sensation.
The prince’s hands descended upon his shoulders. Mateo waited, motionless, his heart beating wildly. Then he realized that the prince was settling on the marble steps that led deeper into the water. A moment later, he felt himself being pulled down and backwards gently, but insistently, until he was floating nearly horizontally in the water. The prince’s arms came around him. One gently cradled his head and forced him to stare at the ceiling or else risk drowning in Akim’s dark eyes again.
In his vulnerable position, Mateo noticed that the roof was not fully covered, as he had first assumed. Broad gaps allowed him glimpses of the deep blue sky. Even up there, he realized when he saw movement, the prince’s guards were stationed to watch over their charge.
He felt the sensation of a soft washcloth on his skin. Akim began to wash him with slow, careful movements. It was so soothing that, even though he should have been busy fearing for his life, Mateo drifted off into a state of blissful relaxation. He was hypnotized by that open and sunlit sky above him. Akim’s touch was the best thing his body had felt in many months. Skilled fingers caressed his skin and massaged his scalp, distracting enough to keep Mateo from wondering too much about why in the world one of the three most powerful men in this country was giving him a bath.
He barely even flinched when, without warning, the prince wrapped a hand around Mateo’s manhood.
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Excerpt:
The prince rose and raised a small, ornamental dagger. The weapon gleamed in the sunlight. Mateo only stared, not sure what was about to happen, whether he was about to be bled or maimed or given a haircut. But Akim simply reached out and began to cut Mateo’s filthy, dusty clothes off his body. Within seconds, they were crumpled in a pile at his feet, and he was nude apart from the thick iron ring around his neck, and the chains connecting his wrists that served to limit his arm movement.
Mateo simply stood there. He still was not completely certain why Prince Akim had summoned him. Instead of contemplating it, he simply stared down at his own grime-covered chest as it rose and sunk. The prince did not appear to be offended by the dirt. Mateo could feel the dark eyes on him, studying him.
Akim took his time, but finally he reached out and unlocked the chains around Mateo’s wrists. They dropped to the floor with a loud clunking sound that marred the peaceful silence. Then, he was led into the water.
He could not help but close his eyes with bliss as his body was submerged bit by bit. It felt so cool, so very refreshing. His mind gave up trying to puzzle out what was going on just for this one moment, and enjoyed the sensation.
The prince’s hands descended upon his shoulders. Mateo waited, motionless, his heart beating wildly. Then he realized that the prince was settling on the marble steps that led deeper into the water. A moment later, he felt himself being pulled down and backwards gently, but insistently, until he was floating nearly horizontally in the water. The prince’s arms came around him. One gently cradled his head and forced him to stare at the ceiling or else risk drowning in Akim’s dark eyes again.
In his vulnerable position, Mateo noticed that the roof was not fully covered, as he had first assumed. Broad gaps allowed him glimpses of the deep blue sky. Even up there, he realized when he saw movement, the prince’s guards were stationed to watch over their charge.
He felt the sensation of a soft washcloth on his skin. Akim began to wash him with slow, careful movements. It was so soothing that, even though he should have been busy fearing for his life, Mateo drifted off into a state of blissful relaxation. He was hypnotized by that open and sunlit sky above him. Akim’s touch was the best thing his body had felt in many months. Skilled fingers caressed his skin and massaged his scalp, distracting enough to keep Mateo from wondering too much about why in the world one of the three most powerful men in this country was giving him a bath.
He barely even flinched when, without warning, the prince wrapped a hand around Mateo’s manhood.
The Desert Prince's Sex Slave (M/m)
When Mateo, a lowly slave, is summoned to the chambers of Prince Akim, he fears for his life. Little does he know that the all-powerful ruler desires his body. But with his inexperience, will Mateo be able to convince the prince to spare his life? WARNING: Features hot, rough man-on-man action, and a slave willing to do whatever it takes to survive!
Excerpt:
The prince rose and raised a small, ornamental dagger. The weapon gleamed in the sunlight. Mateo only stared, not sure what was about to happen, whether he was about to be bled or maimed or given a haircut. But Akim simply reached out and began to cut Mateo’s filthy, dusty clothes off his body. Within seconds, they were crumpled in a pile at his feet, and he was nude apart from the thick iron ring around his neck, and the chains connecting his wrists that served to limit his arm movement.
Mateo simply stood there. He still was not completely certain why Prince Akim had summoned him. Instead of contemplating it, he simply stared down at his own grime-covered chest as it rose and sunk. The prince did not appear to be offended by the dirt. Mateo could feel the dark eyes on him, studying him.
Akim took his time, but finally he reached out and unlocked the chains around Mateo’s wrists. They dropped to the floor with a loud clunking sound that marred the peaceful silence. Then, he was led into the water.
He could not help but close his eyes with bliss as his body was submerged bit by bit. It felt so cool, so very refreshing. His mind gave up trying to puzzle out what was going on just for this one moment, and enjoyed the sensation.
The prince’s hands descended upon his shoulders. Mateo waited, motionless, his heart beating wildly. Then he realized that the prince was settling on the marble steps that led deeper into the water. A moment later, he felt himself being pulled down and backwards gently, but insistently, until he was floating nearly horizontally in the water. The prince’s arms came around him. One gently cradled his head and forced him to stare at the ceiling or else risk drowning in Akim’s dark eyes again.
In his vulnerable position, Mateo noticed that the roof was not fully covered, as he had first assumed. Broad gaps allowed him glimpses of the deep blue sky. Even up there, he realized when he saw movement, the prince’s guards were stationed to watch over their charge.
He felt the sensation of a soft washcloth on his skin. Akim began to wash him with slow, careful movements. It was so soothing that, even though he should have been busy fearing for his life, Mateo drifted off into a state of blissful relaxation. He was hypnotized by that open and sunlit sky above him. Akim’s touch was the best thing his body had felt in many months. Skilled fingers caressed his skin and massaged his scalp, distracting enough to keep Mateo from wondering too much about why in the world one of the three most powerful men in this country was giving him a bath.
He barely even flinched when, without warning, the prince wrapped a hand around Mateo’s manhood.
Excerpt:
The prince rose and raised a small, ornamental dagger. The weapon gleamed in the sunlight. Mateo only stared, not sure what was about to happen, whether he was about to be bled or maimed or given a haircut. But Akim simply reached out and began to cut Mateo’s filthy, dusty clothes off his body. Within seconds, they were crumpled in a pile at his feet, and he was nude apart from the thick iron ring around his neck, and the chains connecting his wrists that served to limit his arm movement.
Mateo simply stood there. He still was not completely certain why Prince Akim had summoned him. Instead of contemplating it, he simply stared down at his own grime-covered chest as it rose and sunk. The prince did not appear to be offended by the dirt. Mateo could feel the dark eyes on him, studying him.
Akim took his time, but finally he reached out and unlocked the chains around Mateo’s wrists. They dropped to the floor with a loud clunking sound that marred the peaceful silence. Then, he was led into the water.
He could not help but close his eyes with bliss as his body was submerged bit by bit. It felt so cool, so very refreshing. His mind gave up trying to puzzle out what was going on just for this one moment, and enjoyed the sensation.
The prince’s hands descended upon his shoulders. Mateo waited, motionless, his heart beating wildly. Then he realized that the prince was settling on the marble steps that led deeper into the water. A moment later, he felt himself being pulled down and backwards gently, but insistently, until he was floating nearly horizontally in the water. The prince’s arms came around him. One gently cradled his head and forced him to stare at the ceiling or else risk drowning in Akim’s dark eyes again.
In his vulnerable position, Mateo noticed that the roof was not fully covered, as he had first assumed. Broad gaps allowed him glimpses of the deep blue sky. Even up there, he realized when he saw movement, the prince’s guards were stationed to watch over their charge.
He felt the sensation of a soft washcloth on his skin. Akim began to wash him with slow, careful movements. It was so soothing that, even though he should have been busy fearing for his life, Mateo drifted off into a state of blissful relaxation. He was hypnotized by that open and sunlit sky above him. Akim’s touch was the best thing his body had felt in many months. Skilled fingers caressed his skin and massaged his scalp, distracting enough to keep Mateo from wondering too much about why in the world one of the three most powerful men in this country was giving him a bath.
He barely even flinched when, without warning, the prince wrapped a hand around Mateo’s manhood.
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| BN ID: | 2940014959902 |
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| Publisher: | Violet Jessamy |
| Publication date: | 08/02/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 48 KB |
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