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

by Carly Roberts

  Closing my eyes, I relaxed back into the pillows, and gave myself over to Farah and Malik’s touch.

  They were both gentle, as if I were a gazelle grazing by the oasis and they were afraid they would frighten me with any sudden movements. I listened to the setar player in the corner, letting the soft music calm me. Hands stroked up my arms and across my shoulders, down between my breasts, across my belly, over my hips, down my thighs, as the summer breeze from the windows blew over me, bringing with it the scents of cinnamon and nutmeg.

  Sensual shivers skittered across my skin, which only deepened as first Farah, then Malik, stroked up to my breasts and cupped them in their warm hands.

  Their thumbs brushed across my soft nipples. I was unable to stop an exclamation leaving my lips, and they both chuckled. I nibbled my bottom lip as they paused and then did it again. This time I was prepared for it, and held my breath, my nipples tightening beneath their touch.

  Farah shifted on the bed, and my eyes flew open as, to my shock, she covered a nipple with her mouth. On my right, Malik did the same, and I gasped at the incredible sensation of their tongues stroking the sensitive skin.

  Lifting her head, Farah said, “Mmm, I love the taste of orange oil,” and did it again, this time sucking the nipple. Malik watched her, then copied her action, and I groaned, a strange ache growing deep inside me.

  The two of them began a game of sucking on and playing with my nipples. First they made them wet, then they lifted their heads and tugged the nipples gently. The wet skin proved to be even more sensitive, and I watched, mesmerized, as my nipples hardened and lengthened, turning a dark, dusky pink.

  The sight of Farah’s lips and Malik’s large mouth clamped on my breasts was more erotic than anything I’d ever experienced in my life before. And every time I looked up at the Prince, I saw his dark gaze fixed on me, hot and sultry as the summer night.

  The ache between my thighs grew, and I started to squirm, pressing my thighs together to try to ease the throbbing there.

  “Lie still,” the Prince commanded, and I stopped moving, but I was aware that my breaths were coming in large, ragged pants as Farah and Malik continued to suck, tweak, suck, and tweak both nipples.

  The Prince gestured at them, and they lifted their heads. I stifled a groan, but they hadn’t finished with me yet. They each slipped a hand beneath my knees, lifted, and parted them, hooking my legs across their bodies so my thighs were wide open, exposing my most private area to the Prince’s hot gaze.

  “You can touch her,” he instructed Malik, his voice husky, “but do not penetrate her.”

  Malik nodded, and my breathing quickened as he stroked up my inner thigh until his fingers hovered over my sex. I looked up at him, meeting his warm gaze, and he smiled as he slid his fingers down.

  The feeling was exquisite, and a sound I didn’t recognize crept from my mouth—a long, soft moan of pleasure.

  Malik parted my inner lips with his fingers, and I felt them skate around my entrance before sliding back up through my folds.

  The Prince shifted on the bed, perhaps to get a better look at the way Malik’s fingers were sliding up and down. “Is she wet?”

  “Yes, my Prince,” Malik said. “Very.”

  “Can I touch her?” Farah begged him.

  The Prince chuckled. “Yes. But slowly. Don’t let her come just yet.”

  Farah’s eyes met mine, mischievous and hot, as she slid her hand down my body to join Malik’s. He paused his stroking and held my inner lips open for her, and she slid her fingers into my folds.

  “Oh yes,” she said breathlessly. “She’s very wet.”

  I closed my eyes, unable to bear the heat in the Prince’s eyes as he watched them touch me. Farah gave me several light strokes, and then her fingers circled at the top. I groaned—it was extra sensitive there, and it only increased the ache deep inside me.

  “This is your clitoris,” she said. “Your center of pleasure.”

  I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue as she stroked the area. “Oh…”

  “How does it feel?” the Prince asked.

  “Nice…” I whispered.

  “Nice?” he teased. “Is that all?”

  I nibbled my bottom lip, my hips instinctively pushing up against Farah’s hand. “Amazing. I feel…oh…I ache.”

  “Where?”

  Farah’s fingers circled my clit. “Oh…” I said with a moan. “There…”

  “She will not last long,” Farah advised him. “She is very swollen.”

  “Stop touching her then,” he said, and she lifted her hand.

  I sank back into the pillows, my chest heaving, shaken by the sensations they were arousing. “Please,” I said with a gasp. “Please.”

  “Please what?” The Prince was enjoying my torture.

  “I don’t know,” I said, confused.

  “Have you never touched yourself there before, little bird?”

  I shook my head. “My mother told me it was wrong to do that.”

  “Well it’s not,” he said, his voice little more than a growl. “But in a way I am glad, because we can witness your first orgasm.”

  He lifted up onto an elbow and nodded to the man lying by my side. “Give her pleasure, Malik. Let her understand the delights that await her in our bed.”

  Chapter Four

  “Thank you, my Prince,” Malik murmured. His hand replaced Farah’s, slipping through my folds before returning to focus on my clit. Together they lowered their mouths back to my nipples.

  The Prince’s gaze was dark, and he moistened his lips.

  I closed my eyes. Something was building inside me, a pressure deep inside, like a pot of water placed over a fire. I’d never felt anything like it, and I wondered what would happen when I came to the boil. I was going to explode, or burst into flames, and there would be nothing left of me except a pile of ash blowing in the wind.

  “Let it go, little bird,” the Prince said.

  Malik’s fingers increased their pressure, and inside me everything tightened as if I had a string running around my muscles and he was slowly pulling it. My clit throbbed beneath his fingers, and my pussy clenched in short, powerful pulses that had me gasping out loud.

  The pleasure was like nothing I had experienced before, and my hands curled into fists as I rode out the blissful waves.

  When it finished, I collapsed back onto the pillows, exhausted and completely bewildered.

  “All right, little bird?” The Prince’s voice was teasing.

  I nodded, finding it difficult to speak.

  “How did that feel?”

  I looked up at Farah, who winked at me, then at Malik, who was watching me with a tender smile, and finally at my husband, who had tipped his head to the side, his eyes bright in the candle light.

  “Is it always like that?” I asked.

  Farah and Malik chuckled. The Prince grinned. “Presumably not for your mother. While you are with me, though, hopefully the answer to that is yes.”

  Malik stroked down my thigh. “Do you want me to pleasure her again with my mouth, my Prince?”

  The Prince met his gaze with a wry smile. “No thank you, Malik. I will have the pleasure of the first taste of her sweetness.”

  He pushed himself up, and my eyes widened as he padded up the bed toward me like a huge sand cat, the muscles working in his large shoulders. What had Malik meant by pleasuring with his mouth? The first taste? Did the Prince mean to kiss me…there?

  Horrified, I tried to close my legs, but Farah and Malik were prepared for that, and they held them open as the Prince approached. He crawled up the bed until his arms straddled my hips, and he looked down into my eyes.

  “You cannot!” I blurted out.

  Farah gasped. Malik flinched. The Prince just looked surprised at being challenged.

  “I beg your pardon?” he said.

  I swallowed. “I meant…I don’t want you to.”

  “Why not?”

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�I…smell.”

  Humor lit his eyes. “Why is that a bad thing?”

  I could only blink at him, speechless.

  “You have just had a bath,” he pointed out.

  I’d forgotten that. “I know, but even so…”

  He lowered his head and brushed his nose against mine. “Would you not like another orgasm?” he murmured.

  My eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out. “A…another one?”

  He laughed and kissed my lips. “So innocent! It is very refreshing. I am enjoying this voyage of discovery.”

  Moving back, he kissed down between my breasts, paused to have a brief suck of my nipples, then continued down over my stomach. I didn’t want to disobey him, but I couldn’t bear the thought of him kissing me there. What if I smelled bad? I might disgust him.

  Again I tried to close my legs.

  “Hold her,” he said lazily, continuing down.

  Farah captured my left wrist and pinned it above my head, hooking her arm beneath my knee so I couldn’t move it. Malik did the same the other side, leaning his heavy weight on me. Together they parted my legs even more, and as the Prince settled down between them, I knew every inch of me lay exposed to his hot gaze.

  He bent his head and ran his nose up my pussy, inhaling as he did so.

  I closed my eyes. “Argh!”

  He laughed. “You smell divine, little bird. Like roses and sweetmeats rolled into one.”

  My eyes opened slowly. He thought I smelled nice?

  The Prince purred, a deep, satisfied growl that reverberated right through me. Resting one hand on my pussy, he slipped two fingers down to part my inner lips.

  “Oh…” he said. “You are so swollen and wet.”

  I closed my eyes again.

  His fingers circled around my entrance, but he did not push them inside. Instead, he brought them back up to hold open the inner lips, and then he lowered his head and slipped his tongue into my folds.

  “Aaahhhh…” I arched my back, shocked at the sensation of his warm, wet tongue sliding through my pussy.

  He murmured something back, and then swirled his tongue around my clit.

  I writhed, but I could hardly move because Farah and Malik still held me tightly, keeping me spread open for the Prince.

  He gave long, slow licks, then followed with short flicks of his tongue, until I started to feel the ache I recognized from before beginning again deep within me.

  Lifting his head, he gestured to Malik, who reached for the bottle of oil. Removing the stopper, he poured a small amount onto the Prince’s palm.

  “Would you like more pleasure?” the Prince offered to me.

  I was panting by now, desperate for the release I knew awaited me. “Please, my Prince.”

  He smoothed the oil across his hands, rubbed his fingers over my clit, then stroked down to my entrance. “If a man puts his cock into a woman here, and he has an orgasm—if he comes and spills his seed inside her—he can make a baby,” he informed me.

  I nodded, remembering the bull and the cow.

  “No man will ever put his cock inside you except me.” He said the words fiercely. “Do you understand?”

  I nodded again, taken aback by his insistent tone.

  “When we have a son, I must know that the child is mine.”

  “I understand,” I whispered. Sons? We would have children! I felt a wave of emotion at the thought of carrying this man’s baby.

  “If I catch another man with his cock inside you, I will cut off his cock and stuff it in his mouth.” His mild tone was perhaps more shocking than his fierceness.

  I swallowed nervously. “Yes, my Prince.”

  Now his lips curved. “There are other things a man can do with his cock, though.” He looked up at Malik. “Aren’t there?”

  The man beside me lifted a hand to my mouth. He brushed his fingers over my lips, and then, to my surprise, pushed his thumb gently between my teeth.

  Men put their cocks into women’s mouths?

  Instinctively, I sucked, and Malik’s eyes darkened. Would the Prince expect his slaves to do that to me? Would I enjoy it? I closed my eyes and imagined Malik’s thick cock sliding inside my mouth. Yes, I thought, I might enjoy that.

  Malik removed his thumb, and I looked back at the Prince. His fingers slipped lazily through my folds, gently stroking.

  Then, he moved his fingers down, between the cheeks of my bottom.

  “And here,” he said softly. “A man can place his cock in here.”

  Ever so gently, he pressed the tip of his finger into the tight muscle.

  I gasped at the strange sensation. He waited, slid his finger out, then did it again.

  I lay back on the pillows and moaned. His plan was obviously to kill me with pleasure.

  Malik and Farah tightened their grip on my legs and lifted my knees toward my chest, exposing more of my bottom to the Prince and ensuring I didn’t move. He stroked his finger in and out of the hole, then, as it became more lubricated, added another finger. The muscle burned, and I groaned. He paused, waited for me to adjust, then stroked again, in, out, in, out.

  He chuckled. “You are so wet. You are enjoying this, little bird?”

  “Yes…”

  He continued to push his fingers into the tight muscle. “Soon, you will have my cock inside your pussy, and Malik’s cock inside here. Do you think you would like that?”

  I shivered at the thought of them both penetrating me. How would that work? What would it feel like? Would it hurt?

  “I don’t know,” I whispered.

  He gave a deep laugh. “You will enjoy it. You are mine, little bird.” His fingers were insistent in my bottom. “I will do whatever I want with your body.”

  “Yes, my Prince,” I managed to say with a gasp.

  He stopped moving. “I can give you such pleasure,” he said huskily. “I can take you to the edge of bliss and keep you there for hours, if I wish it.” He exhaled, and his warm breath blew over my sensitive folds.

  I moaned and my internal muscles clenched of their own accord. He must have felt it, because he groaned in response and lowered his mouth. He stroked his tongue through my folds several times, and then he fastened his mouth over my clit and sucked.

  This time, the orgasm hit me hard and fast, and I clenched around his fingers and came in short, intense pulses, accompanying each with a loud aahh!

  Chapter Five

  When I’d done, he withdrew his fingers and pushed himself to his knees. I forced my eyelids open, but he was already moving, taking Malik’s place beside me.

  The Prince stretched out, and he gestured toward Farah. “Pleasure her,” he instructed.

  Malik nodded. Farah settled onto her back with a relieved sigh and opened her legs, and Malik lay between them. Within seconds, he was sliding his tongue into her the same way the Prince had pleasured me.

  My jaw dropped, and I watched with fascination. Farah didn’t look nervous or worried—in fact she dropped her knees wide and loosened her thighs, and one of her hands slid into Malik’s thick, dark hair as he licked and sucked her.

  Her other hand rested on her breast, and she plucked at her nipple, stimulating herself at the same time.

  The Prince trailed his hand languidly across my stomach. I looked across at him. He lay with his head propped on a hand, watching me watch them.

  “Is it permitted to touch you?” I whispered.

  His lips curved, and he nodded.

  I lifted my arm around him and rested my elbow on the pillow next me, then rested my hand between his shoulder blades.

  His skin was warm and smooth, and as I stroked my fingers over his shoulders, I could feel the muscles beneath the skin, firm and defined.

  I trailed my fingers down his back, and to my delight he shivered. I had not thought that I could have an effect on him too. His eyes met mine, dark and brooding, and I had a sudden glimpse of the power I could have over this man. Yes, I was his to do with as he want
ed, but he was mine too. We were married, and I was his wife.

  His gaze flicked over to the couple beside us, and I turned my head to watch them, still stroking the Prince’s back, as Farah’s orgasm began. I watched her face crease with pleasure, saw the way she arched her back, and how her fingers clenched in Malik’s hair. She gave small, repeated gasps, and I knew what she must be feeling, those blissful, intense pulses deep inside.

  Malik purred, and he must have sucked too hard because she squealed and pushed his head away. He rose, laughing, and the Prince chuckled beside me.

  Farah got to her knees, then sat back on her heels and looked at the Prince, who nodded.

  He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my shoulder. “Now she will give him pleasure,” he murmured. “In my bedchamber, nobody goes away unfulfilled.”

  Malik knelt before her, his cock standing proud. My eyes widened as Farah grasped it in her hand.

  “Watch,” she said, and stroked her hand up and down a few times. I observed how she did it, noting how firmly she held it, and the movement of her hand. The head of his cock was swollen, and as she massaged him, a bead of moisture formed on the tip. Farah bent her head and touched her tongue to it, licking it up. Malik groaned and closed his eyes.

  “Want a taste?” she said to me mischievously.

  The Prince placed a hand on my stomach, keeping me in place. “Not tonight,” he said. “Malik deserves his reward from someone who knows what to do.”

  Farah nodded, and closed her lips over the end of the slave’s cock. My lips parted as I watched her take him into her mouth. She slid her lips down his shaft, so far that I knew his cock must be entering her throat.

  “Why is she not gagging?” I whispered to the Prince.

  “Practice,” he said, amused. “We will show you how.”

  I continued to watch her, and to watch Malik, noting the pleasure on his face, the way his hand tightened in her hair as she sucked and licked. I had never known a woman could pleasure a man in this way.