The Golden Lotus

An eBook By L E Bryce.

"I see there is much you do not understand about this matter," said Rahmad. "Since Prince Senesret chose to give me a slave rather than a free man, you are my property until I release you or he sends another in your place." His eyes narrowing with impatience, he patted the coverlet in front of him. "Now come here. I wish to see what manner of bargain I have made, or if I need to send men into the desert to fetch back your master's head."

That might have been a joke, or not. Tamet did not know what to think as he warily climbed onto the bed.

As Rahmad touched two fingers to the pulse in his neck, sliding them down his collarbone to push his robe off his shoulders, Tamet concentrated on breathing, and tried to appear interested in the High Prince's conversation.

"It is fortunate you did not make yourself up

in the Juvan style," said Rahmad. "I do not care for tastelessly painted eyes or ostentatious jewelry, or the coarse wigs your people favor. While you are with me, you will grow your hair, or else I will think I am bedding a priest. Now tell me, whatis your name? Your master did not see fit to tell me."

Tamet tried to ignore the fingers idly tracing the line of his collarbone. Only Senesret should be touching him like this. "My name is Tametenofret, sir."

Rahmad's eyes widened with surprise. "Why do your people always insist on giving yourselves such long and grandiose names? Yours is far too long for my taste." Once again, he touched Tamet's neck, turning his hand so his knuckles brushed Tamet's cheek. "Let us see now. Tamet means lotus, and nefret is beautiful. In Tajhaan, beautiful lotus is Tanarharit, but that is a woman's name. I will call you Tanariq instead. It means golden lotus."

Only a slave's new master had the right to change a name, and Tamet did not regard Rahmad as anything more than a usurper. I do not like it. I will not answer to it. Even as he contemplated this subtle rebellion, Tamet knew he had no choice, just as he had no choice about the hands removing his robe or the mouth fastening on his to slide a hot tongue past his lips.

Senesret, with his plump, bow-shaped mouth, rarely kissed his concubines. Rather, he preferred to lie back and have his lover stroke and suck and ride his cock. Rahmad, on the other hand, took the lead, bearing Tamet down onto the cushions beside him. He refused to let Tamet return his caresses, to do the work for which a pleasure slave was trained, save to respond to his kisses. As on the battlefield, in bed the prince asserted himself like a conqueror, rolling Tamet onto his belly and mounting him from behind once he was ready.

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