Slave to the Sheikh: (4 page)

              He worked his way in and out of her little hole until her moans turned into screams, and her cunt began to fist and tighten around his dick again.   With her spread wide beneath him, still holding her soft thighs open to him, and her back arched off the table, head thrown back, screaming his name once more, he completely lost it.

              “Fuck,” he groaned.  “I’m about to bust, baby.”  He pumped and thrust harder and faster, pummeling his dick inside her until the tingling in his balls turned into a hot, piercing arrow shooting straight from his cock.  With one final thrust, he buried himself balls deep inside the hottest, tightest, wettest cunt he’d ever fucked and came on a shuddering roar.  His semen shot out of him in thick hot ropes coating the clenching walls of her greedy pussy that still pulsed and milked him.

              Amir felt every muscle inside him tense, then spasm until he stilled completely, his breath coming in harsh pants.  With his eyes clenched shut, he collapsed against Daniella, savoring her plush warmth beneath him. In the foggy recesses of his brain, he both felt and heard her resistance returning as she pushed against his chest, her words filled with alarm.  When he finally comprehended what she was saying, he smiled, then traced a wet trail of kisses along her neck until she was panting and pliable beneath him once more.  Only then did he lift his head to meet her gaze, his expression softening at the confusion he still glimpsed there.  After what they’d just shared, she still had no idea—her next words further confirming how misguided she truly was.

              “Get off of me.” She pushed at him again, weaker than before, and he could tell what she glimpsed in his eyes was now causing her to hesitate.  “You may have blackmailed me and now think you even own me, but our arrangement has limits, and I’m not just referring to time.”  She shoved against his chest with renewed vigor, her words apparently spurring her actions.  “You had no right to come inside me.”

              “I had every right.”

              His swift response, ringing with absolute certainty, must have caught her off guard because her entire body grew rigid as she froze right where she stood. He would have laughed had she not appeared so distressed.  Obviously that was the last response she’d been expecting.  He watched her eyes darken, and knew the moment his words began to sink in, but before that big brain of hers derailed his entire plan, he wrapped her in his arms and carried her across the room.  Depositing her on the floor, he positioned her exactly as he desired.  Just seeing her on her knees before him, her hands clasped behind her back, her heavy breasts thrust out, caused his wakening cock to completely harden.

              “I still don’t think you completely understand, Professor.  Your entire body belongs to me.  Your pussy is mine to fuck however I desire, and if I wish to come inside my pussy, I shall do so however many times I wish.”

              Her eyes widened and she started to protest.  Amir was determined that before this day was done, she would finally understand she belonged to him, in every way a woman could, and that he had no intention of ever letting her go.  His glanced at her soft belly. He fully intended to plant his seed inside her, binding her to him forever. She was not yet ready to hear this revelation, nor the extent of his feelings for her, so when she parted her lips to argue, instead of continuing their conversation, he gripped the back of her head with one hand and grasped the meaty flesh of his cock with the other.

              There were many other more pleasurable things she could be doing with that sassy tongue of hers and as he pushed his way inside her moist, hot mouth, he quickly decided that sucking his dick was definitely one. 

CHAPTER FIVE

              I gasped, my mind struggling to comprehend and then process his words and their meaning.  But I didn’t have so much as a second to mentally digest a thing before I quickly realized my mistake.

              The moment my lips parted, Amir pushed his way inside my mouth.  His fullness stretched my mouth wide, causing me to gag, and despite that he’d positioned me with my hands behind my back, I immediately lifted them to his hips, struggling to push him away.  

              “Do not fight me,” he commanded. 

I did not mistake the rough edge to his voice, and as if my body truly belonged to him, I stilled.  With my hands still pressed against his flesh, I did not move an inch, as our gazes locked. 

It was almost surreal. I was on my knees before him with his cock down my throat—I should have been mortified and filled with shame.  I probably would have been had it not been for the tenderness I now glimpsed in his eyes.  It was all so confusing because his words and actions just didn’t match up.  Amir wanted me, and there was no doubt he intended to have me, as often and in any way that he wished; but instead of feeling used, and despite his harsh words and the rough way he’d just fucked me, I felt treasured, cherished even.  Or maybe I was just really fucked up, to the point I’d convinced myself that because he’d blackmailed me into becoming his sex slave that it meant Amir actually cared for me.  Yeah, and when I put it like that, whatever romantic notions I’d been having, even I had to admit, they sounded delusional.

“Stop it.” His statement dragged my full attention back to him.  “One moment you’re fighting me, and in the next you’re analyzing every single word and action.” His gripped tightened, as he slowly began to flex his hips, forcing me to take him deeper inside my mouth.  I wanted to question how he seemed to be able to read my thoughts, and then I wanted to deny his words, but I had the chance to do neither.

Within an instant, his gentle strokes, gave way to violent thrusts, and it was all I could do to breathe as I gagged. 

“Relax your throat, and take me all the way in.”

I wanted to push him away, not take him any deeper as I struggled to breathe around the hard length of his cock, thrusting in and out of my mouth.  But I knew better than to defy him, as I gripped his hips to steady myself. 

His command was simple enough, but then he was by far the largest man I’d ever given a blow job, and with him setting the pace, I couldn’t find my rhythm.  My eyes teared up, and while I didn’t try to push him away this time, I did resist him as I fought to pull away.  I thought he would release me, but instead he gripped me tighter, and his tempo increased.

“As long as you struggle, you will never be able to relax your jaws and throat.  You will learn how to suck my dick, just as you will learn how to take me all the way to back of your throat.  I have no doubt that you will not only learn, but you will become so good at giving me head that I will probably only last a minute before I come down your throat. Now just relax, breathe through your nose, and time your breaths to my strokes.”

If my mouth hadn’t been full of his cock, I would have told him to go to hell.  I wasn’t some novice who needed instructions on how to give a blow job, but then again, this was all new for me given his size.  His words had obviously turned him on as he lengthened and hardened against my tongue, and his pace quickened.  With his growing excitement, his actions were now rougher, so I decided I could either remain stubborn and ignore him and pass out from oxygen deprivation, or I could simply do what he’d suggested.

Easier said than done, but once I relaxed and my breathing evened, I soon found my rhythm and a curious thing happened.  The deeper I took him down my throat, the more excited he became.  His gasps, turned into groans, then grunts.  His breathing grew ragged, and his hands twisted in my hair so tightly, I knew one wrong move and he’d pull out strands.

Amir’s ironclad control was slipping, and that knowledge was a heady aphrodisiac to the point my clit now throbbed as my own hot juices seeped from my pussy. One touch between my legs and I knew I would come in an instant.  That thought sent a tremor through me and I moaned around his cock, my lips tightening around his hot flesh.

“Oh fuck,” he rasped.  “I can smell your pussy.  Sucking my dick turns you on doesn’t it?”

There was no point in denying the obvious, because he was right, and his erotic words had made me even wetter.  I moaned again, sucking his cock as deep as I could down my throat. And this time I was relentless, I held him there, his tip brushing against the back of my throat.  I squeezed my lips tight around him, creating a firm suction until I had him imprisoned within my mouth, and then I hummed softly sending tiny vibrations across his sensitive flesh, until he completely lost it.

“Fuck, baby.  Shit.  I’m about to come.”

His hands abruptly slipped to my shoulders at the same time I felt him swell inside my mouth. It took me only a second to realize what he was doing, so when he moved to push me away, I resisted by gripping the firm muscles of his ass.

“Daniella.”  My name came out as a harsh warning, but he was too far gone to overpower me. With a violent shudder, he came.  His harsh roar echoed between us, as he pumped his semen down my throat.  I swallowed the first three spurts, but as he continued to ejaculate, I sat back and jacked him off with my hand.  As I milked him of his cum, he erupted everywhere—my hair, my face, even my breasts.  When he began to soften, I licked the tip of those last droplets, until he was spent.

Several seconds ticked by as we wordlessly stared at each other.  Wrapped in the haze of pleasure, it was easy to lose oneself to the moment, but once the fog receded, reality and reason were all too quick to return—and that’s exactly what happened to me.

Between the two of us I wasn’t sure who was more stunned.  I didn’t need a mirror to see how bad I looked, because his expression said it all.  I was drenched in his cum, and in the places where tiny droplets didn’t still trickle along my skin, his semen was already drying.  I didn’t know what to say. I’d never done such a thing before.  I couldn’t believe I’d let him cum over my face.  I wanted to bury my face in my hands, but I couldn’t even do that because I would just smear his semen all over my cheeks, which would only make matters worse.  Or so I thought.  His next words made me think rubbing his cum all over my face like it was some miracle wrinkle cream would have been preferable to the humiliating blow he delivered.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

I didn’t pretend I didn’t know what he was referring to, especially when a dark scowl twisted his handsome features. My eyes widened only to quickly narrow.  I could hear the judgment in his voice, which sparked a slow simmer in my blood.  So he could do whatever he wanted to do to
me,
but the moment I decide to step outside the box, there was a problem.

“What I meant was—“Apparently glimpsing the fury now glinting in my eyes, he wisely decided against finishing his explanation. He sighed, his hand raking through his hair in obvious agitation.  “I just meant that you don’t have to do anything you’re not truly comfortable with just because you think it’s what I want.”

My brain registered his words, but I struggled to actually comprehend them.  I wanted to scream at him that had he
told
me what we were going to do instead of just doing it, I wouldn’t have been comfortable with any of it.  To be honest, I hadn’t been exactly comfortable with anything
initially
, but what I’d come to realize only today was that I had yet to fully discern my latent desires, which was something I would need to reflect on later. But as for the here and now—I had no trouble discerning my latent feelings towards the insensitive, arrogant, asshole standing before me.

I tried to get up then, but soon realized my legs were stiff and uncooperative.  Amir reached down and easily lifted me to my feet, holding me while I wobbled on shaky legs.  After everything we’d done, the last thing I’d expected was his disapproval and consternation, so the last thing I wanted was him touching me.  Despite being unsteady, I wrenched my arms from his grasp.

“I got it,” I said curtly. I scanned the room for some article of clothing I could drape around my body long enough to go clean up so that I could get the hell out of there. I soon located my skirt and snatched it up.  I wrapped it around me like a towel, although, it didn’t quite cover my abundant curves, but for now it would have to do.

I could feel Amir’s gaze shadowing me as I headed towards his bathroom, but I pretended not to notice as I ignored him.

“Daniella.”

I stopped just a few feet from the bathroom door.  I should have known he wouldn’t let me go that easily.  With an exaggerated sigh, I turned to face him.

“What Amir?”

My question drew a frown, and his eyes flashed.  In all the time I’d known him, I’d never once seen him display even a hint of uncertainty about anything, but it was there now.  His dominant nature demanded he discipline me for my insolent behavior, but outside of the bedroom, he wasn’t certain of how far his influence over me extended, and especially not now, after his humiliating insinuation that I was so insecure that I would do anything to please a man regardless of my own feelings.

His nostrils flared and I could tell he struggled to rein in the need within him to act upon his dominant tendencies.  Despite that I was furious with him, my body immediately reacted to that untamed part of him brimming just beneath the surface. My nipples tightened and a fresh wave of wet heat surged between my thighs.  My response was so immediate, that I was thrown off guard.  It was as if my own body was answering his unspoken call, and I was completely unprepared for the intensity of my response. 

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” he said.  His voice was controlled and neutral but his body was still giving off those Neanderthal vibes. With my pussy now throbbing and wet, I could barely focus.  I also realized, bemusedly, that I was still covered in his cum. 

“But you did.” I didn’t want to have this conversation right now, but one thing I’d first noticed about Amir was that he was direct, and if there was a problem, he didn’t skirt it for any reason. He met it head on.  Another thing I’d noticed was he didn’t like to mince words so he appreciated when others just got straight to the point, which I wasted no time in doing.  “You automatically assumed that I let you come all over me because I’m some insecure girl desperate for your approval.” With a sarcastic snort, I rolled my eyes.  “My girlhood days are long passed, and with them all of those insecurities, and any desperate need for a man’s approval.  Did you ever stop to think that I did what I did to please
me
?”  I let my question hover between us for just a second. “Now if you will excuse me, I would like to freshen up so that I can get dressed and go home for the evening.”

I could tell my statement had caught him off guard by his shocked expression.  Well he could mull over everything while I cleaned up.  I started to turn toward the bathroom once more, but his words halted me.

“Clean up, but do not shower.  I will step outside while you get dressed, and then I will escort you to your villa so that you can pack whatever you need for the weekend.” I stared at him in confusion.  “You’re staying with me this weekend,” he said, answering my questioning gaze.

“I can’t stay with you,” I protested.  “I have a lot of work to do—”

“As do I, so bring it with you.”

A tremor of outrage raced through me, heating my blood.  “I know that we have an agreement, but I cannot be your sex slave 24/7.  I’m here for work, and that comes first.”

I could tell he wanted to argue that point.  Inwardly I rolled my eyes.  Just like a man, of course he would think
he
should come first.

“I promise you will have plenty of time and privacy to complete your work while you’re in my home.” His eyes softened then, and for the briefest of moments he appeared almost vulnerable.  “I leave for a business trip Monday, and will not return until Friday evening. You will have plenty of time to get everything you need to get done while you’re at my home, and in the week that I’m gone, but this weekend, I just need you with me.”

I swore my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t want to trust the feelings his words sparked within me, but neither could I ignore the tiny butterflies fluttering inside my belly when he made such a declaration and stared at me with raw need in his eyes.  A lump formed in my throat, so all I could do was nod.  This time when I turned toward the bathroom, he didn’t stop me, for which I was  grateful because I wasn’t sure if I could face him again, and still manage to keep the yearnings of my heart from creeping into my gaze. 

To allow myself to fall for a man like Amir was emotional masochism, and yet in the days and weeks that followed, every time I replayed the memory of him standing there, with longing in his eyes as he admitted that he needed to be near me— it was like quicksand, and each time I felt myself sink just a little deeper.