by Ann Cory
Her sultry lips pursed. “Yeah, but see here’s the thing, your royal kingness. With me stuck inside this body chamber, you have an unfair advantage over me.”
“And I plan to take full advantage of that. Right now.”
He snapped his fingers and two of his guards moved in front of Jasmine. Momentarily, he turned from her and slipped on his own piece of jewelry, then faced her again.
“Have you been satisfied into a euphoric oblivion? Have you let a man pleasure you all night and into the next morning? Have you let a man sate you between your thighs until your legs were so weak you couldn’t stand for days?”
Her face blushed a provocative shade of pink. “Well…”
“Have you let a man bring you to multiple orgasms with the flick of his tongue?”
The thought alone made his cock twitch.
“I…” Her breathy voice spoke straight to his heart.
Okpara reached his hand between the square her face looked through and lovingly stroked her cheek. “I know the answer to all those questions.”
A puzzled look gleamed in her eyes. “How could you? You don’t even know me.”
They had all the time in the world for idle chatter. Right now he planned to make her putty in his hands. “I recognize the yearning in your eyes. I can smell your eagerness and see you shudder with each word I say. You hunger for those very things that I can do. It has been your dream to be with a man from the past who will treat you like you are golden. To give you the attention you deserve. You aren’t interested in a man from your time because they are too busy, too focused on their own needs. You want a man who can show you passion. I can do all those things. I can do them now.”
He fixed his gaze on her. How beautiful she looked with her eyes misted and dark lashes fluttering.
“Wait, you’re wrong, I don’t want any of those things. I—”
His hand went up. He wasn’t about to let her finish. The time had come to prove his words.
Okpara nodded toward his guards. “Men, please prepare my future queen.”
Her sensuous lips parted in protest, but shut quickly as two of the men leaned forward and lolled their tongues around her taut nipples.
He watched her body flush a myriad of colors. The scent of her arousal infused the air. She’d soon be ready and craving the pulse of his cock between her milky thighs. He’d make her beg.
***
Jasmine gasped in sheer surprise. Heat crept up her neck and settled around her shoulders. Feeling their mouths on her nipples piqued all her senses. Her body writhed against their flickering tongues. Bound and captive, not the worst thing in the world, but she didn’t want to seem so easy. How had he known so much about her? He’d been right, she wanted the pleasure and attention. And she longed for the passion. His words were like the soft brushstrokes she’d imagined earlier in the hidden chamber.
The men suckled her nipples harder, relentless in their obedience of the king. Her breath quickened as she struggled to act indifferent.
“I’m not impressed, in case you’re wondering.”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Is that so?”
Jasmine watched as he disrobed and let the cloth from around his waist fall to his feet. Her knees went liquid at the sight of him in all his naked glory. She couldn’t ignore the thickness of his thighs or his enormous erection. Adorned at the base of his cock was a beautiful peridot cockring that glittered in the soft light of the torches. He took another step forward. So damn close. She was painfully aware of how charged her body felt around him.
His deep voice made her head all fuzzy. “Still not impressed?”
How could she not be? Damn him for zeroing in on her weaknesses.
Her lips pressed tight together and she swallowed back a sigh. She worried that by speaking she’d give away the ecstasy filling her up.
“I think perhaps you are, but don’t want to say,” he chuckled and then looked at her with eyes that smoldered. “It’s all right, I like that about you.”
Jasmine’s mind reeled with the men rolling their tongues along her nipples. Her body craved to know how it felt to be fucked by a man wearing a cockring. And a king no less.
“You don’t have to say anything, my beauty. You know I have the power to bring you pleasure with a single gesture.”
A strong wave of desire moved through her. How much more could she take?
Okpara wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked its length. “I wish you could see yourself. You’re a lovely vision inside the chamber with your body stretched and open. Brazenly exposed. And I’ll bet your pussy is incredibly moist. As you can see, I want you.”
She loved the way his eyes and lust-filled voice seduced her.
“Beg for me. Beg for your king to slake your desires.”
It frightened her to think of letting herself go. If anyone could bring her ultimate pleasure, he was the one. Inside she knew it. Jasmine made one final attempt to assert herself, knowing it wouldn’t do any good in the end.
“No,” she whimpered.
His eyes widened. “Very well.”
He snapped his fingers and the guards moved away. She sighed, in both frustration and relief.
“You’re a stubborn woman, but I won’t let that deter me. I want you, and you’ll beg for me soon enough.”
She sucked in her breath as he lowered to his knees and positioned himself beneath her open thighs. The space gave him plenty of room to do as he pleased.
With the tip of his tongue he circled her clit.
“Mm, such sweet cream.”
The blood drained from her face. He flicked his tongue along her swollen nub, teetering the raw organ back and forth. Her eyes welled up with tears from the searing pleasure. Like it or not, her body was fully surrendering to his stimulating touch. From deep inside, a carnal hunger feasted on the remains of her rationalization. She needed this. She deserved this.
Jasmine let her head fall back as he slipped his fingers inside her damp entry. Her leg muscles tensed but she couldn’t move. She was at his mercy inside the body chamber. His men watched her squirm with absolute intensity, only furthering her arousal.
The king expertly tongued her clit while his fingers pumped in a steady tempo. Her entire body trembled. The fine art of seduction was apparently not lost on him. She’d never realized it could ever be this amazing. Her body was everywhere all at once, a restless entity of endless holes, begging for each one to be filled and pleasured until she was spent. Somehow he knew the way to ignite her entire being.
The familiar beginnings of a long-awaited release built up inside her.
Eyes closed, she allowed herself to let go. “Ah, yes,” she whispered.
Without a word, Okpara stopped and stood. Her eyes flashed open and she groaned. Twice she’d been brought close to the brink, only to be interrupted. She was dizzy with need and knew only he could relieve her.
The sheen of her juices along his upper lip reflected against the light of the torches.
“Is there something you wish to say, my queen? Perhaps a way I can be of some help to you?”
She chewed at her bottom lip. Unable to deny him any longer, she caved.
“Please let me out of this body chamber and have your way with me.”
A pleased expression crossed his face. “As you command.”
He raised his hand and gestured toward the guards. “Men, let her out and bring her to me.”
Scarface nodded and helped her out of the contraption. Her legs were terribly weak, making it difficult to walk.
Okpara flashed her a sinful smile. “Make my queen a chariot.”
All four men picked her up and cradled her in their arms, fully supporting her body between them. Okpara spread her legs and moved in close. She felt weightless in the arms of the men.
Beneath their cloths, the men sported large erections. Their masculine scent hung heavily in the air and drove her mad.
Okpara teased her clit with the head of his cock.<
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“I’m going to give you everything you want, and more.”
She wrapped her trembling legs around his waist and fixed her eyes on his. How could she feel this close to him? Did the powers of the peridot influence her emotions, or had she finally met her match?
“Please,” she whined. The wait nearly killed her.
“Anything for you, my queen,” he growled.
His cock pushed through her delicate folds and she cried out. He took it slow, easing into her an inch at a time. With each push she moaned in ecstasy. Multiple hands caressed her body, inspecting crevices and exploring curves. Where their fingers touched, her body ignited. She’d never, not even in her wildest dreams, expected to be surrounded by five men with all eyes on her.
Okpara pushed in to the hilt and pulsed inside her. The jeweled cockring stimulated her clit as it gently grazed back and forth. Her body was ablaze. Fingers, lips, teeth and mouths probed, kissed, suckled and manipulated her dangerously close to the edge.
Faster the king slid inside her, the cockring teasing the hell out of her overly sensitive clit. Jasmine gripped the forearms of two men, steadying herself against the intense buildup in her belly. Two of the guards pinched her nipples and that did it for her.
She cried out as an orgasm slammed through her, but still they didn’t let up. Her eyes blurred as the faces of the men hovered above her. She reached under the cloths of two guards and stroked their cocks, enjoying their warm flesh in the palm of her hands.
“You’re so beautiful,” Okpara whispered. “I could fuck you like this nonstop for days.”
The guards around her groaned as she stroked them. She was teetering closer to oblivion. Her body burned from the sweet pleasure. Another orgasm spilled forward, prompting her to scream. Soaked with sweat and drenched from her juices she didn’t have an ounce of energy left. Jasmine pleaded with her eyes that she needed him to stop.
He nodded and spoke in a stern voice. “I am not through with you. I have only just begun.”
His endurance stunned her.
Okpara withdrew and took hold of her hand. “Rise my queen.”
With the aid of the guards, she was helped to her feet, but couldn’t find her balance. The king walked her forward to the body chamber.
“Bend forward so I can take you from behind.”
Jasmine walked her hands down the body chamber.
His hands smoothed over her ass, following the curves of her hips.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he grunted as he thrust his cock into her pussy. She’d thought her body too numb and spent to feel anything more, but she was wrong.
She bent further, clinging to the chamber, spreading her thighs wide, as he stroked her clit. Her muscles clenched tight around his cock. Every inch of him sank inside and it brought about overwhelming sensations. Jasmine pushed back into him repeatedly, until the thrill overtook her. His grip around her hips tightened and he sped up his movements.
“Come with me, my queen.”
She didn’t need any further prompting as an orgasm tore through her with violent force. They cried out together in a deafening pitch. His cock thrust inside her a few more times before he pulled out altogether.
Drained, Jasmine faced him, her back up against the body chamber to keep herself from falling. She’d never come so hard in her life. The king slipped the cockring off and brought her into a tight embrace.
He brought his lips close to her ear and whispered, “You’re incredible.”
She thought the same about him, but how would she explain that going back in time wasn’t an option, no matter how much pleasure he brought her?
Chapter Four
Okpara breathed in the subtle scent of her hair and ran his fingers through its softness. Being so close to her brought peace to his heart. The long days of sadness and grieving had finally let up. He’d reign contentedly with her by his side, and ravage her perfect body each night.
She pulled back from his embrace and looked around. “Where did your guards go?”
In the heat of the moment, he’d forgotten all about them. “I think you excited them. I expect they’re off tending to their own desires.”
Her laugh warmed him. “I’m not sure what I was doing touching them like that.”
“You reacted in the moment.”
“I’m not usually so forward.”
“When we let ourselves go, our inhibitions fade.”
He watched her pick up her clothes and put them on. All the layers confused him.
“You wear far too much clothing. Why cover up such a sinful body?”
She moved her hands to her hips and smirked. “Trust me, it’s you who doesn’t wear enough clothes, to the point it’s distracting.”
Okpara chuckled and wrapped his cloth back around his waist. “Our cultures have many differences, it is true. What made you come to Egypt in the first place?”
“It’s part of what I do. I study artifacts and help discover the treasures your people left behind. The history of your culture fascinates me. This is my first trip to Egypt, and it won’t be my last.”
Did she really think he would let her go without a fight? “If you come back with me, Egypt would be your home.”
Her eyelids lowered. “Don’t, please. Can’t we just stay like this for a little while longer, without all the real-world stuff to come between us?”
A moment ago he’d been closer to her than anyone would ever get, and now she pushed him away. “I was certain I had you convinced to come back with me.”
She fidgeted with her hair, a trait he found adorable.
“Believe me, I want more of you, more of this. It’s just not possible.”
Kiya had taught him that nothing was impossible. It was no mere coincidence that Jasmine came upon the bracelet. He knew it in his heart. “Why are you afraid to come back with me? As I said, I will not harm you. No one will.”
A frown marred her expression. “There are many reasons why I can’t. Most of them are difficult to explain.”
He didn’t want to hear a list of excuses. It was apparent his feelings ran far deeper for her than hers did for him. Was he expecting too much? Decades of getting his way hadn’t prepared him for otherwise. Did he want her more because she denied him? “You study Egyptian life, yes?”
“Yes.” She crossed her arms and tilted her head. “And?”
“Wouldn’t you rather be living it than studying it? Observing it firsthand? Not many can boast of receiving such an offer.”
Her eyes searched his. “Of course I would rather live it, who wouldn’t? The thing is, what you’re asking is permanent. It’s a big change from what I’m used to.”
“I would give you anything you wanted. You’d be fully provided for.”
She glanced down to the floor and circled her toe. “I’m not interested in material things. On my salary I’m lucky to pay a bill every now and then. But I don’t regret my choice of career because what I have seen holds more value to me than a paycheck ever could. It’s not about possessions. I’m talking about routine, comfort and security. This is the only life that I know.”
Her words sounded final. “It pains me to hear you say this.”
She stepped forward and rested her hands on his. “I’m sorry.”
“As am I. You are the queen Egypt has been waiting for.”
“What will happen if I don’t return with you?”
He took a quick breath in and exhaled. “Then my fate is sealed here in your time and Egypt will be without a proper king. History will change as you know it.”
Panic flashed in her eyes. “What? Can’t you return the same way you came here?”
Okpara couldn’t hide the truth. He’d rather she came willingly and not out of guilt. “You and I are bound by the jewel. Its powers brought me and my guards here to protect it. And protecting it means protecting you. I hadn’t expected to find my future queen in the process. Now that we have found one another, I couldn’t leave you eve
n if I wanted to.” He noticed her tremble and held her tight.
“I want us to be together. But I find it difficult to wrap my head around the idea of waking up in a completely different era, living a completely different life.”
And that was all she needed to say. “I won’t push you. I will honor your decision regardless of what it is.”
Okpara didn’t know what else to do. Her strength and charisma excited him. He wanted to be with her and prove that love was possible. Even for two people from very different worlds. If it would make her happy to stay, then he would stay. When she didn’t respond, he put a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face upwards. A tear streaked down her cheek and he brushed it away.
“Why do you cry?”
“Because it isn’t fair. You’re more concerned about my happiness than your own, while I’m only thinking of myself. How can I allow you to leave behind your people, kingdom and all the important things that make you who you are?”
“Out of loyalty, I do it gladly. I will not beg you to come back with me. Such a display is beneath me.”
***
Jasmine hated herself for letting fear get in the way of the kind of life she always wanted. Why did she even hesitate? Spend the rest of her life continuing her Egyptian studies or experience it first hand? How could a king, a great ruler like Okpara, ever conform to this world?
“I have nothing to offer you,” she declared with a heavy heart.
He cupped the side of her face. “Your trust is all I need.”
Trust? He had her trust in spades. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with him. It was her flaws she worried about. “What if I displease you? What if I upset the people and traditions of Egypt?”
“You’ve shown me who you are. What else does there need to be?”
She shrugged. “I haven’t done anything to be remembered by or for.”