Submitting to the Enemy: In the Prince's Harem ( by Fannie Tucker Read Free Book Online

on the rope that held me almost suspended over the cold concrete floor.
    "In America, you had choices," Nazari said.  "You could walk away from a man who treated you this way."  His voice moved around me, but when he went silent, I couldn't tell where he was.  "Here, you are mine, and your only choice is to serve me."
    He spanked me again on the other cheek, and I yelped in surprise and pain.
    My heart raced in my chest as I tried to anticipate him, but Nazari was a phantom moving around me.  I began to understand that freedom was no longer mine.
    Again and again he slapped my bottom, until a burning sensation like thousands of prickling nettles spread across my bare buttocks.  I was breathing hard, and tears dampened the silk scarf over my eyes.  With my hands tied above my head, I could do nothing to defend myself, only hang and wait for the next strike.  Yet even in my helplessness, another sensation roiled deep in my abdomen: lust.
    I had been in Nazari's power in the Jacuzzi, but there the illusion of freedom had persisted.  Now , with that illusion torn away, his control over me felt much greater.  It swept away all my doubt and uncertainty, all my worries and fears.  If I had no control, why should I be frightened?
    I surrendered to Nazari's wishes, and as he spanked me, I stopped trying to anticipate his strikes.  Instead, I arched my back and offered myself to him.  He spanked me one last time, then made an appreciative noise.
    "Good, Isabel," he said.  "You learn to give in to that which you cannot control.  When you surrender, you open yourself to a new world of experiences."
    His voice moved around until he was in front of me, and through the tiny slit of light beneath my blindfold, I saw movement.
    Prince Nazari squeezed one of my breasts, then tweaked the nipple casually and moved his hand down my front.  He turned his fingers downward and pressed his palm against my lower belly so that their fingertips rested in the triangle of pubic hair between my thighs.  I breathed faster and pressed myself against his hand in anticipation.
    " Yesterday, I gave you pleasure like you've never known, did I not?" Nazari asked.
    I nodded eagerly.
    "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