Slave to the Sheikh: (3 page)

              It was almost eerie the way he could discern deeper meaning from my expressions, or just a few simple words, but this time I was grateful for his insight, because I could have never even begun to put his intentions for me into words.

“It’s not what
I
want, Daniella.“ I was proud of myself that I didn’t turn away even as the pain of his statement seared through my chest.  I already knew he didn’t want me, that he was just going to use me, but did he have to actually
say
it? Considering that I really did hate him, the words hurt more than they should have. “It’s what
you
want?” I started to protest that this was definitely
not
what I wanted but his next words left me speechless. “You masturbate while screaming my name until you’re hoarse.  You bought sex toys and pornos so you could masturbate to your fantasy all over again, because the truth is you’re afraid to admit to what you
really
want.  You’re afraid of what people would think of you if they knew that deep down you want to be treated worse than a whore, that you more than want it, you crave it.” His gaze slid across my trembling naked body.  “Every fiber of you screams and begs for me to make you my slave.  That’s what you want baby, isn’t it? 
To be a slave to a Sheikh?
So now you’re
my
slave, Daniella, for as long as I say. 

“No matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing, if I command it, you
will
spread those beautiful thighs of yours and you will fuck me.  I don’t care if you’ve had a shit day and you’re tired, if I command you to drop to your knees and suck me dry you will do it.  I don’t care if you’re asleep and I return from a business trip at three in the morning, if I just whisper in your ear, you will roll over and offer me your pussy until your cunt is filled to the brim with my cum.  No matter how sore that gorgeous ass of yours is, if I want to fuck it, you will give it to me. Your body, every single inch of it belongs to me, and only me, at all times, and whenever I say.

“You are my slave, Daniella, my possession, my pleasure is your only concern, my satisfaction your only goal. “

His expression was unyielding, his gaze intense as it bore into me.  “Are we clear?”

I was so stunned by his words all I could do was nod.

Crystal.

CHAPTER FOUR

              “Say it,” he commanded.

              I stared at him in confusion, until I finally realized what he wanted.

              “Yes, we’re clear.”

              My words must have pacified him, because a predatory smile spread across his face moments before he stole my breath as he crushed his lips against mine. Nothing about him was gentle, and yet every inch of my body felt as if it had been scorched by a raging wildfire.  Against the adamant protests of my mind, my arms found their way around his neck locking him to me as his tongue stroked mine, forging deep inside the cavern of my mouth until all I could taste was him. His hands touched me everywhere, as if greedy for the feel and texture of my skin against his roughened palms.  He devoured my mouth, his tongue probing deep, at the same time his palm cupped the weight of my breast, twisting and plucking my nipple until it hardened. I gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain when he pinched my sensitive flesh.

              He released my mouth, his chest heaving against mine.  He stared down at me, and I could only imagine how I must have looked to him.  Dazed, yet openly wanton and needy, begging for the pleasure he’d promised.  His lips quirked into an arrogant grin, igniting my anger.  He was so conceited, so full of himself.  I was nothing but a toy to him, we both knew it, and it obviously pleased him to see that I enjoyed being used by him.

              I looked away, a knot of shame sticking in my throat, as I willed myself not to cry.  How could I have ever wanted a man who could be so cruel, so callous—

              He chuckled softly as he bent to kiss my neck.  “The sooner you accept that you now exist only to satisfy me, the sooner you will cease to feel shame, and only then will you be able to fully savor the pleasure that we will share.”

              “Fuck you.”  I couldn’t believe him, but I knew full well he believed himself and was serious—I was indeed his sex slave.

              He laughed harder, that’s when I noticed he’d begun to kiss a pathway down the length of my body.  “That will come soon enough,
am mummu n t
iṭ
iw
.”

              He’d murmured something in Berber, the language of his grandmother.  I knew Arabic, but my Berber was rusty.  I tried to translate his last words but, with him kneeling before me, with one of my legs draped over his shoulder, and his mouth mere inches from my pussy, I could barely breathe, so thinking was out of the question. My only thoughts were of pleasure when he finally brought his lips to the wet, swollen lips of my cunt.

              “Oh God,” I cried out, as I braced my back against the door, and fought to steady myself by clutching the back of his head.  Closing my eyes, I lost myself to the pleasure of his warm tongue stroking in and out of my hole, only to retreat every few seconds to close his lips around my clit and suck it deep into his mouth.

              I called his name, desperate and panting when his mouth grew more demanding, greedily lapping at my hot juices pouring from my cunt.

              “That’s it baby, come for me.  Come all over my face.”

              His sensual words, whispered against my most intimate flesh, sent an erotic thrill shooting up my spine.  I was on the verge of doing just that, coming all over his face and he’d barely touched me.  His mouth now worked furiously against my sex, his tongue stabbing at my hole, hard and insistent, much like I knew his cock would be when he finally entered my pussy.

              That image alone would have sent me soaring, but when he wrapped his lips around my clit again and stabbed a single finger inside of me, I exploded.  My orgasm hit me so hard I opened my mouth to scream but for several seconds nothing came out.

              My entire being was consumed as my pussy throbbed and pulsed, and I gushed with pleasure, my juices coating his lips and chin.  I’d never had a man eat my pussy so hungrily.  The more I came the more he devoured me.  He grunted as he buried his face deeper into my cunt, licking and sucking my flesh until the shudders racking my body subsided, and the hoarse cries coming out of me finally quieted.

              I was still trying to gather my breath when he stood to kiss me.  He groaned against my mouth and I savored the taste of my climax on his lips, my body already tingling with arousal again.

              “You are so fucking hot, so sweet,” he whispered against my lips, when he finally came up for air from our heated kiss.

              I wasn’t sure how I responded, because I was still in an erotic haze, but I started to come out of it when he began to remove his shirt, then his shoes, and finally his slacks.

              No one had to tell me he was physical perfection, because I already knew.   From what little I’d seen of his physique before, I knew he was perfectly formed, but now that he stood before me, completely nude, I was speechless.

              The hard plane of his sculpted torso gave way to chiseled, defined abs, and hard powerful thighs.  Dark hair dotted his chest, and the center of his abdomen, blending with the hair along his groin.

              And Lord have mercy, when I finally gathered the courage to look at his cock, my breath caught in my chest, but the tiny sound was still audible in the silent room.

              There was no way.  I glanced between him and that monster between his legs and shook my head.

              “No.”

              “Get on top of my desk and spread your legs.”

              “No.  That—that
thing
will not fit.  No.” I didn’t know where the hell I was going but stupidly I tried to make it to the door.

              He caught me easily with an arm around my middle and back me to his desk.  With one hand, the contents atop it were swept away and he planted me right where he’d commanded me, on top of his desk.

              “You will not disobey me again,” he said with a frown.  “Now open your legs—wide.”

              Trapped between his unmovable body and his unyielding desk I could do little else but obey.  With my upper body braced against my elbows, I parted my legs.

              His nostrils flared, as he pushed me down so that my back was flat.  He then grasped my legs, his fingers digging into my thighs, to spread them even wider.

              “Amir.” I saw the wildness in his eyes, and my heart thumped harder in my chest.  My pussy still throbbed, begging to be filled, for more pleasure, but I could tell from the way he looked at me, how roughly he held me, that it would not get its wish— at least not one of them.

              “You’ve disobeyed me, several times, and now you must learn what it means to defy me.”

              Before I could take my next breath, he thrust his large, thick cock inside of me.  I screamed, a sharp pain shooting through me.  His fullness stretched me, and though I was well lubricated from my orgasm, his rough entry coupled with his size made it feel as if I was being ripped in two.

              “Stop,” I begged, my hands pushing against his chest but Amir was lost in his own needs, his face contorted with pleasure.  With my legs draped over his shoulder, he brought the full weight of his body down atop me, sending his cock tunneling deeper.

              I screamed again, but with his entire body trapping me against his desk, I could not even move to resist him. That was when I realized with sick horror what all of his words had meant.  My pleasure was not only at the whim of his discretion, but also the whim of his needs, his wants, his own satisfaction. Tears leaked from my eyes as he battered my pussy, his cock splitting me apart.

              “So good. So tight.  Fuck that’s good.” His warm breath stroked my neck with every word, then with every grunt and pant.  He took me hard and rough, like an animal.  I told myself I hated him, that I hated how brutally he now fucked me, how he was so carelessly using me, but my denials and protests did nothing to shut off the yearnings of my body.  I reasoned it was the orgasm he’d given me earlier that had my body already primed for pleasure, even the tiniest bit.

              His hands gripped my ass, the rough pads of his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he pounded my hole, his harsh pants and grunts growing louder.  I closed my eyes, willing my mind to go numb against his violation, but the pleasure tingling inside me with each brutal thrust was everything but numb.  Each stroke inside me brushed against my most sensitive spot, and against my own will my hips began to rock against his sending his cock forging deeper.

              “You love this don’t you?”

              He’d lifted just a fraction off my body to stare down at me, and the mocking glint in his eyes shamed me.  I tried to look away, but his next words held my gaze locked to him.

              “Admit it.  You love how I fuck you, how I command and you obey—”

              “No—”

              “No?” He stopped then, causing me to gasp.  The tingling sensation in my nipples where his chest brushed against mine, ceased.  The mounting pleasure between my thighs started to slowly ebb.  As my encroaching orgasm began to slowly flicker out of reach, I whimpered.  Staring into his knowing eyes, I knew then I was lost, and that nothing would ever be the same between us, ever again. 

              “Your slutty body betrays you, as I knew it would.” He crushed his lips to mine at the same time he slammed his cock inside me.  His searing kiss swallowed up my outraged protest, moments later, it captured my hoarse cry as I exploded. 

              My orgasm seemingly came out of nowhere, hitting me with its full weight.  I clenched and tightened around his flesh, milking him uncontrollably.  It was all too much.  Wrenching my lips from his, I screamed again, calling his name as I came with a violent shudder, my cunt gripping, squeezing, pulling even as hot, wet juices gushed from my hole. Closing my eyes, I sighed, and while aftershocks continued to tremble through me, I remained imprisoned beneath him, my legs still spread wide as he violently stuffed me full of his cock.

              A curse rumbled out of him as she tightened around his dick, nearly strangling it as she came. His fingers dug deeper into her flesh, and he shut his eyes, hoping to stave off his own climax, but with his eyes closed, every other sense was overwhelmed by her. The heavy musk of her arousal filled his lungs, the rhythmic erotic slapping of his heavy balls against her most sensitive flesh echoed off the walls, competing only with her hoarse screams and his low grunts.  Amir could have managed the scents and sounds of him fucking her, but every thrust inside her cunt was pure, pleasurable torture.  His balls swelled and ached as he fought not to shoot his load deep inside her. 

              She was so tight, so fucking tight, and hot, even with her pussy still vibrating from her climax, her wetness coating his dick, she was tighter than ever, clenching and fisting him in her hot, snug tunnel.

              “Shit, you’re fucking tight.” He pounded his dick insider her even harder.  Amir knew he was being rough, but every time he pulled out, it was a battle just to push himself back inside her unless he practically forced his way back in.  To think when he’d finally decided to take her, he’d imagined he’d make love to her, slow and gentle, but that was before her defiance had awakened his nature, and with it he’d glimpsed her own submissive needs just beneath the surface.  He’d practically lost it then, making up his conditions of blackmail as he went along.  Almost as soon as he’d rattled off his conditions to her, his sense of honor beat at him to retract every single word, until she’d stood naked before him, every lush, feminine curve on display.  He’d been lost.  There was no way he could let her go after that.  She was
his
—now he just needed time to convince her that she wanted to be possessed by him, and that everything he did to her, deep down she wanted it, she craved it. 

              The sound of her soft moans swiftly drew his attention and he looked down at her.  He almost pitied her.  She had no idea of the latent needs of her body.  With her eyes wide, her lips parted and a deep flush staining her cheeks, he could see she was confused, embarrassed, no doubt wondering why she was responding to him and his rough domination.  For their first time together he could have held her hand and gently awakened her to her desires, but the time for that had long passed.  Even as she began to quake with the beginnings of yet another orgasm, her mind still fought against his possession, something that would not do.

              Without breaking his rhythm, he moved her hands to her thighs, forcing her to hold them open wide.

              “That’s right, open those legs wider so I can get deeper inside my cunt.”

              Her cheeks turned redder, and she looked away, but she did as he’d commanded.  She held herself open even wider, and true to his word he pushed himself even deeper, until he bottomed out completely, the head of his cock pounding against her cervix with every stroke.

              With every thrust inside her, her lovely tits bounced and jiggled, hypnotizing him.  Amir grasped their fullness, the abundant flesh spilling from his palms. Gripping her tits, he fucked her harder and deeper, using them to push her away as he withdrew and then to pull her forward so he could shove his cock deep inside her. Over and over he did this, causing his desk to rock back and forth.