Egyptian Night

Ahmose

Ahmose let out a dreadfully long sigh as he ran a hand through his black locks. His hair was cut shorter that had a bit of a tousled look. His father didn't really like it, but he did. When was this 'present' that his father had taken from the latest raid's spoils for him? Hopefully it was better than last time. The last present his father had given him was a pet monkey that bit him. The little shit! The time before that, though his father had given him a beautiful, powerful, thoroughbred mare. The horse was a complete prize. Clearly she'd been a valued possession of someone. When he was with her he was almost a completely different person. Not that he would ever admit that, though. He wasn't selfish, or condescending. He treated the mare with kindness that hardly anyone ever saw from him otherwise. It might of helped that when he was with the mare he wasn't expected to act like a prince, or remember all of his duties or political worries; he was free. 

Brushing the thoughts of his horse and possible disappointment from his thoughts he heard a small knock at his door. The sound was so small he had to catch a double take to even see if it wasn't just his mind playing tricks on him. When the small, hesitant sound came again a smirk plastered across his face. It must be the girl. Striding confidently across his lavish room towards the back door he easily swung it open to reveal Jasmine's frame. 

"Hello, pet," he cooed, his smirk growing even wider when a bit of fire flashed behind Jasmine's orbs at the greeting. It was clear she didn't like to be referred to as pet.

"Do I look like a pet?" she asked, her voice slightly level. It was obvious that she was trying to keep her cool around him and either not blow up at him or cower in the corner. 

"Well, considering that I'm the prince and you're just a concubine present..." Ahmose trailed off, leaning against the door's frame as he taunted her. She'd definitely be more fun than a pet monkey.

"A present? Is that really all I am to you....you big brute!" Jasmine snapped, finally having enough of  being treated like some kind of sub par present to the self inflated prince. Stomping her foot with a growl of complete annoyance she glared up the prince. 

"Big brute?" Ahmose repeated, amusement clearly peppering his face as he stood from the door frame. "Well, I guess I might have to live up to that name then, what do you think?" he asked, not giving her the time to reply before he grabbed her around the waist and carried her over to her bed. 

Dropping her onto the feathery mattress his muscled frame was soon pressing her into the bed. 

"GET OFF OF ME!" Jasmine shrieked as soon as she'd gained her composure. The look on her face suggested that she hadn't assumed him to be a gentleman, but she clearly hadn't expected this! Bringing her hands ups she wildly started to claw at his arms, chest, anything she could reach.

"You better not have rabies!" Ahmos growled in amusement as he easily secured her wrists, holding them above her head with one of his hands while the other gently traced along her jaw, relishing in the way she shuddered under his touch. 

"You should just be glad that you didn't end up at the slave auctions, darling. Do you know what kind of man would buy you there?" Ahmose asked, not really expecting an answer. 

"Prince charming?" Jasmine retorted, not really concentrating on their conversation as she squirmed relentlessly under his hold and frame holding her down.

"Well, I am a prince and many women find me charming. Except for you, little one," Ahmose retorted, clearly enjoying the fire the girl had. He hadn't met a concubine with this much fire for a while. Whether his father planned it or not, he was certainly enjoying this present. Leaning down roughly pressed his lips against hers, taking every bit of pleasure that he could from the kiss. At first her lips almost seemed stunned against his, but she quickly regained her composure by trying to bite any part of his lips that made contact. Chuckling softly against her lips he only applied more pressure to the kiss, making it impossible for her to even try to harm him. 

Finally pulling back he looked down at the enraged girl. "As fun as this had been, I really do have to run. Don't go anywhere?" he asked, producing a set of cuffs that were linked together by chain before he clipped one cuff over her wrist before stringing it around the bed post and clipping the other cuff to her free wrist. 

With one final look at the stunned, enraged girl now secured to his bed he slipped from the chambers.