Authors: Alexx Andria
His grip tightened on my hips and he groaned deep and loud as he jetted his seed deep inside my body, bathing my insides with his
fluid
, filling me completely so that his cock slipped and slid along my coated walls before he withdrew and collapsed onto the bed with a heavy, guttural moan of pleasure.
It was several moments before either of us could speak. I didn’t know if this was normal. I didn’t have anything to compare to but something told me, it wasn’t. I risked a glance at Omar, his rapidly rising and falling chest further evidence of how hard he’d came and I wondered what would happen next. “Sweet Allah, you are a gift to me,” he murmured when he could. His eyes opened and he gently caressed my jawline. “I’m sorry I was not more gentle. I should’ve been more considerate of your innocence. Can you forgive me, my pet?”
I nodded shyly. I had liked it rough. More so than I had ever imagined I would. But Omar had known, somehow.
The stickiness between my thighs dribbled from my core. Embarrassed, I tried to move away but he stopped me with a firm hand. “There is nothing shameful about wearing your Master’s seed.” He proceeded to rub his ejaculate into my skin like an exotic lotion. The slow and gentle motion kindled fresh arousal and I met his gaze with surprise. He chuckled. “You are so expressive my love. Everything you feel and think is written across your face.” I blushed and he said, “Never fear, it is your most endearing quality. This excites you, doesn’t it?”
I nodded reluctantly.
He leaned toward me as if sharing a secret. “It excites me, too,” he whispered right before descending on my mouth, stealing a deep kiss that hinted at dark and dangerous wonders. He tasted of sex and sin and I wanted more. I was disappointed when he pulled away with a renewed vigor in his step as he drew me from the bed. “But, first, we shall eat and wash. The night is young and I am nowhere finished with your lovely body.”
We shared a sumptuous meal of exotic dishes before he took me a bathing room. A pool of water, fed by an internal spring, swirled in the center of the room. The wide windows were open to the fragrant night and I was amazed by the beauty of it all. We sank into the tepid water and I submerged myself quickly. I felt sated and full, my inner muscles protesting the movement, reminding me that I was no longer a virgin. I blushed at my own thoughts and swam to the side. Omar followed and pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his torso and privately delighted at the feel of his cock stirring to life against me.
“Are you like this with all your girls?” I asked, unable to stop myself. I probably didn’t want to know the answer but I knew that wouldn’t matter. I had to know.
“How do you mean?” he asked, the water swirling around us in a seductive dance. Before I could clarify, he chuckled and answered, saying, “No. I knew you were special from the moment I saw you. Something about you called to me.”
I digested this information and then asked haltingly, “Am I to live with the other girls? In your harem? What happens when you tire of me?”
His grip tightened on me. “I will never tire of you, Layla.”
“You say that now, but someday…”
“I will say this once: I am no fickle boy who cries for new toys and then discards them when something new and shiny catches his eye. When Allah graces you with treasure, you do not squander it. All my pets are my treasures but you…Layla…I cannot explain…are different. I will be honest with you, though I shouldn’t.”
My breath hitched and my heart stuttered an odd beat. “What do you mean?”
“My pets are not my slaves as you believe. They are free to come or go as they please. True, in the beginning, I purchased them as slaves but they do not stay because I force them. They stay because they want to. After a year of service to me, I offered them their freedom. None took it. However, I cannot bring myself to make the same offer to you.”
He seemed shamed by his admission and I stared into his eyes. “Why not?”
“Because I cannot imagine ever letting you go.”
I silently digested this admission, my mind moving wildly. “But…my family…my life…you’re asking me to give it all up.”
“I would give you the world,” he said in earnest response. “I would bathe you in riches beyond your dreams.”
“I do not want riches,” I said.
“What do you want? You have but to ask, only do not ask for your freedom. It is the one thing I cannot give you.”
Sensing my sharp disappointment, he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth to coax my tongue into dueling with his. My breasts were crushed against his chest and my hot core rubbed against his muscled abs. His mouth worked to make me forget my sadness and I moved against him, writhing like a cat that needed to mate. He responded feverishly to my need and lifted us from the water to stride to the chaise lounge. He gently laid me down and quickly buried his face against my hot mound. I cried out as his tongue worked magic on my needy core. I was no longer ashamed by the hot and fiery desire that swept through me at his touch. I simply gave into the sensation climbing through my body with each passing second and swipe and tease of his tongue. I shuddered as I came sweetly, free-falling into the pleasure like a skydiver into the clouds. He rose, a smile on his face. His cock bounced eagerly, wanting to sink inside me again. I didn’t hesitate and took his cock into my mouth. I didn’t have much experience but having his cock in my mouth felt glorious. I loved the feel of it sliding past my teeth and hitting the back of my throat with his hip thrusts.
His hands threaded through my hair and urged me on with soft moans that only made me want to taste his cum on my tongue. I wanted his essence sliding down my throat, painting my insides as he had earlier within my folds. There was power in this feeling, knowing that I could make him lose control, simply with my tongue and mouth. Soon his thrusts became erratic and his groans deeper. I knew he would cum within moments.
“Yes! My pet! Yes! Take it all! Suck it down your lovely throat!” he cried, pumping his seed into my mouth until I swallowed it all with a large and greedy gulp. The slightly salty load was not unpleasant but the texture took me off guard and I choked a little. He withdrew and a sigh rattled out of his chest. “Sweet Allah, I cannot believe you are innocent…I’ve never came so quickly with a woman’s mouth. You have untold talents, my pet.”
I warmed under his praise and surreptitiously wiped my mouth. I ached inside, desperately wanting him inside me but from what I knew of men, they needed time to recover. I climbed into his lap and settled there, curiosity getting the better of me. “Will you want me to have sex with the other girls?” I asked, a bit fearfully. I wasn’t attracted to women but I suspected I would do anything he asked of me if properly persuaded —
or punished.
“I might,” he answered. “Watching my pets love each other is a beautiful thing. Women are so expressive, so gentle in their touch. I love the sound of their breathy sighs and their sweet expressions as they cum. Would you not enjoy sharing that with me?”
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. “I might have to be…encouraged.”
“Scarlet has a way of encouraging that is quite…pleasurable,” he said. “But do not worry. Tonight you are mine and mine alone. I do not wish to share you with anyone. I suspect I will not wish to share you for a long time.”
He began to pet my sex softly and gently parted my folds to reveal the slowly swelling bud that ached for his touch. I gasped softly and arched against him. He stopped only long enough to claim my mouth again. He kissed me deeply, possessively and I sank into the feeling of being cherished and desired. Nothing existed but Omar and his touch.
“There is one place I must have,” he murmured against me, placing soft kisses along my collarbone. “That will cement my complete possession of you. Do you belong to me, my pet? Say the words. Call me Master and give yourself completely to me.”
I frowned as I came out of my reverie and gaze up at him with realization. “You mean…?”
He nodded, his skin glistening in the flickering light of the candlelit bathing room. “I must take your rosebud. It is the ultimate in sacrifice and yielding, to take my cock in that tight, private place. The thought of taking you there drives me insane, drives me to almost throw you down and force myself into that dark hole but I’m trying to restrain myself.”
I quivered at the primal darkness in his eyes. To be taken so completely, no part of myself untouched…quickened my own desire and I nodded breathlessly. “Yes, Master…please take my ass. Claim it.”
With a barely restrained growl, he flipped me to my hands and knees. “Arch your back for me, pet. It will make it easier for you. There, yes, just like that,” he encouraged as I lifted my hips and arched my back deeply. His palms spread across my cheeks and set them to quivering as he lightly slapped them and then rubbed the sting away. He seemed to understand I craved the sting as much as I needed the pleasure. Suddenly, he parted my cheeks and exposed my rosebud to his stare. I blushed but his rumble of appreciation soothed my embarrassment away. Then he shocked me by plunging his tongue deep into my ass. The soft, wet wiggling playing around the edges of my puckered bud excited me beyond anything I could’ve imagined. I gasped his name, begged for more —
I had no shame any longer. I was free to feel and be whatever I wanted to be with Omar.
And that included his sex slave.
“Oh yes,” I moaned, as he simulated fucking with his tongue in my ass. I bucked against his mouth, wanting deeper pressure, more contact. “Your cock, please! Master, please! Fuck me now! I want to feel you inside me!”
“Yes, my pet!” he agreed readily, his voice a husky growl. “Ready yourself. Breathe deeply, my love. Open yourself to me, now!” His cock nudged at my opening and he pressed against the tightly closed bud. I gasped at the burn and struggled not to cry out but I wanted him to open me completely so I breathed against the invasion, willing my sphincter to open and allow entry. “So tight, so beautiful!” He pushed harder and slid inside me slowly, giving my body time to adjust to his invasion. Soon enough, I was open and ready and pushing against him for deeper penetration. It was a different sensation, completely raw and hot. I didn’t know if I’d ever be satisfied with simply vaginal sex any longer after feeling how full and stuffed I felt with Omar’s beefy cock up my ass. I felt dirty and sexy all at once. It was a mind-blowing sensation that touched off a myriad of toe-curling fire-bombs of pleasure inside me.
“Ohh God, Master,” I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut as he slowly thrust in and out of my ass. I was mindless with pleasure, shocked by how each thrust ignited a frenzy inside me. I was sobbing by the time he poured his cum inside me, jerking his load in fits and spurts deep inside my most private place. I felt drenched in his essence, belonging to him and him alone. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I was almost paralyzed with pleasure as it rolled over me in the biggest bone-crushing waves I’d ever experienced. I shuddered and collapsed, shaking as his cum oozed from my between my cheeks and leaked in a puddle beneath me. It was then the realization hit me as hard as my orgasm. I was a dirty whore. I liked to be fucked hard and raw in places I’ve only dreamed about in my deepest, darkest dreams, afraid to whisper my secret to anyone —
but Omar.
I crawled to where Omar had collapsed, his spent cock dripping with the remnants of his explosive seed, and laid my head on his chest. Sweet Allah…Omar had been right. Fate had created me for him and him alone. That’s why I had decided to travel to Europe against my family’s wishes, to my friend’s confusion. That’s why, in spite of everything, arousal had quickened inside me at his mere voice at my ear; it was why, I was ready to close the door on my previous life and open the door to the next.
I had found my purpose —
at Omar’s feet and in his heart.
And I had no intention of ever leaving.
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My skin prickled with fear. I became acutely aware of the fact that I was nude beneath the sheer outfit. There was only one reason I could reasonably think of why I’d be imprisoned in a bedroom, wearing nothing but see-through clothing. “I’ll scream if you touch me,” I told him, lifting my chin in spite of my frightened tears. “I’ll bite and kick and try to bash your head in with anything I can get my hands on. I swear it.”
“Do it. I like a woman with fire,” he said, advancing toward me. I stumbled as I tried to back away.
“Don’t do this,” I warned, adding with a hiss. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Perhaps. But how will I know unless I find out?”
I snatched the small bedside lamp and hurled at him with the intent to bolt but he dodged the lamp easily and when I tried to run past him, he caught me easily in the steel of his arms, lifting me from the ground and crushing me to his chest. I tried to scream but he was holding me too tightly and I struggled to breathe. “Stop,” I cried, kicking my feet and connecting with his shin and sending a sharp stab of pain through my big toe. He grunted but otherwise held on. The granite of his chest pressed against the softness of my breasts and I couldn’t help but feel the shocking ridge of his erection grinding against my pubic bone. ‘”Noooo!” I gasped, doing my best to push against him, hating how easily he’d overpowered me in spite of my best efforts.
“You see, Natalie, I bore easily,” he said carrying me to the bed and then tossing me onto it roughly. His eyes lit up when that stupid flap parted as I’d landed, exposing my breasts to his hot gaze. I scrambled to cover myself but it was a futile effort. He could see my entire body through the filmy fabric and I knew it. “It’s a natural consequence of having whatever you want, whenever you want it. If it has wheels I own a fleet of them; if it has walls, I own enough to line a neighborhood. Nothing holds my interest for long. But having you appealed to me in a way that has never happened. You are my first acquisition, purchase, whatever you’d like to call it-“