Sex Slave To The Desert Prince - The Complete Trilogy (M/m)

Sold into slavery in a foreign desert kingdom, Mateo has nearly given up on life when he catches the eye of Prince Akim. Soon, his new master trains Mateo in the art of pleasing men. Complications arise, however, when Mateo develops feelings for the domineering prince.
Stories included in this bundle: The Desert Prince's Sex Slave, The Desert Prince's Fuck Toy, The Desert Prince's Lover.

Excerpt:

Mateo started to walk. The room was so beautiful, all white marble laced with gold, cut and carved with the utmost artistry. The wide windows allowed a breeze to cool his skin. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to take in everything at once. A broad set of five stairs took him higher, and then he rounded the corner after the prince and was stunned into motionlessness.
He had stepped into an enormous suite. Everything was still white marble, including the columns holding up the high ceiling. At the far end, a beautifully arched window as tall as three men and as wide as thirty allowed him to see the desert far below. It was a breathtaking view. After the squalor of the slave quarters, the sheer beauty threatened to overwhelm him.
The prince was waiting for him nearby, nude, sitting on the steps of a shallow pool of crystal clear water that looked to have been carved out of the marble floor itself.
A pool of water. Here. In the desert, where Mateo’s meager water ration ran out long before his work shift was over with, every single day.
“Step closer,” Akim instructed him, and, trembling, Mateo did.
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.