Captured by the Sultan

A tale too hot for the Arabian Nights! Navid Quickfingers is a daring jewel thief in the fabled city of Khorasan. He evades all guards and escapes all traps… until he sneaks into the palace of the handsome young Sultan Rustam. Rustam allows Navid to slip into his bedchamber, and then captures him.

To Navid’s shock, Rustam offers him a deal. Navid can face the consequences for his crimes… or he can spend one night doing everything he can to please the dominating sultan! Will the sultan turn the tables and steal the thief’s heart?

This erotic short story is intended for mature readers only. It contains detailed scenes of gay bondage and gay domination. All characters are over 18, and all acts are consensual.

Read a tempting excerpt below:

At last, I stood within the sultan’s bedchamber.

The full moon shone through a window, casting shimmering silver light upon two precious things: the ruby, and the sultan.

I crept forward on cat-feet to behold them both. The Ruby of Rabia glimmered crimson upon the bed-table. It was lovely, and worth a king’s ransom. But my eyes were drawn more to the man who lay sleeping beside it.

Sultan Rustam lay on his back, with most of his sheets cast off. He appeared to sleep nude. But to my frustration, a silken heap of bedclothes lay atop his groin, hiding it from my sight.

But I could see the lean musculature of his legs, and the heavier swell of muscle in his chest and arms. I had not realized that his upper body was so strong; his loose tunics normally hid it from view. His shoulders were especially enticing, bulging under their covering of caramel-colored skin.

His long black lashes fluttered slightly, as if he was dreaming. His full lips were slightly parted, dark in the moonlight. I imagined how sweet it would be to be his lover, to lie beside him, to kiss him as he slept…

I dashed those impossible dreams from my mind. I could never have the sultan, but I could have his ruby. It would be cold in my hand, a lifeless thing, but worth a great deal of money. And though he would never know me, the sultan would rue the day he underestimated Navid Quick-fingers.

I reached out for the Ruby of Rabia.

Strong fingers closed over my wrist. Before I could so much as gasp in shock, a hand was clapped over my mouth. The next thing I knew, I had been yanked on the bed.

I lay on my back, stunned, and gazed up at Sultan Rustam. He knelt atop me, with one hand over my mouth and one hand on my chest, pinning me to the bed...