Defying the Sheikh (13 page)

After much deep thought he decided if he could not win her forgiveness with words, then he would force her own passion to reveal her heart. With a convinced smile he began to plan the seduction that would bring her heart back to him. He summoned a slave after writing a handwritten note to his wife that simply stated he expected her to come to him as soon as the sun set that night.

Michaela returned to the harem trying to curb her anger as some of the wives sought her out. When the note arrived from her husband she was beyond furious. With more reserve than she thought herself capable of, she nodded to the slave and walked back to her quarters. She could not refuse him, there was no doubt in her mind if she did he would summon young Nada to his bed that eve.

Her mind filled with horrible things that she would like to do him for this insult, but she would force herself to be the pliant submissive he wished for Nada's sake. After many deep breaths, she calmed enough to go about her duties. It surprised her how much work it took to keep the harem running smoothly. There were several gardens that needed attending, food that must be stocked to see to their meals, and clothing for all those housed within the walls.

The rest of the day moved by with a speed that left her shocked. She explained to the others that her husband had summoned her tonight and they were free to entertain themselves. Michaela was amazed that a few of the wives seemed bitter that they would not be fulfilling his pleasure. She wanted to tell them that she would gladly allow them the privilege, but thought better of it.

When the groomers arrived, she allowed them to prepare her body for him, and even managed to not hyperventilate over some of the strange cleansing techniques. It was beyond humiliating to allow a male, even if he could not feel pleasure, to purify her. She finally knew that the strange contraption in the stall was used to rid her core of any impurities. Her face was bright red before the ordeal was finished.

She rested on the cushioned table as her body was covered again in oils, then to her amazement painted with golden designs. Her hair was brushed until it shined and then intricately braided in dozens of rows. As first wife she was allowed to choose her own costume and she considered wearing a garment that covered every body part, but reconsidered.

After long thought she chose a sheer pink top that barely covered her breasts and had long golden bangles hanging around the edges. The sheer pants rested just below her navel, which the groomers had placed a ruby inside of. The bottom gathered tightly at her ankles, and billowed out from her thighs. Glancing into one of the looking glasses, she could not believe the woman that stared back at her.

When her slave arrived to escort her to Armon, she trembled at the thought of what devious act he had planned tonight for her demands. Before she allowed him to escort her, she walked over to Nada and whispered softly in her ear. "You are not to worry, he will give you time to mature before your first night." Instinctively, she reached down and kissed the young woman's cheek.

Following the slave, she could hear the slight jingle of the bells on her top. The sound reverberated off the walls. Stopping in front of his door, the slave knocked. She felt her heart fall into her stomach as he called out for her to enter. On shaking legs, she forced herself to walk inside.

Left alone she sought him out and felt her breath catch at the sight of him. He was only wearing a pair of loose pants and his firm, chiseled, abdomen rippled in strength. She could not deny his beauty as her eyes ran over his wide shoulders, and thick muscled arms. His mouth lifted into a smile, making the strong planes of his gorgeous face even more handsome. A small strand of hair fell over his eyes, and she was amazed at the urge to lift her hands and move it away.

"Your costume is intriguing Michaela, but I would have you undress," he demanded softly as his strong arms crossed over his massive chest.

Her mind longed to defy him, but her body shivered in anticipation. The look in his chocolate eyes darkened, and she knew that he had something planned. With trembling fingers she removed her top and then her bottom, standing before him trembling as the cool air teased her breasts.

His shaft grew thick as he allowed his eyes to leisurely move over her incredible form. Her full breasts were taught, and the soft rosy peaks seemed to demand his touch. With more control than he thought he possessed, he refrained from walking over and throwing her on the bed. "Come to me, hassanna." His voice was low and seductive, she would beg before this night ended he vowed silently.

She managed to make her feet walk the short distance to him, her emerald orbs never once leaving his. Her hands clenched into tight little fists at her side as she awaited his command. Heart racing, it felt to her as if several minutes had passed before he spoke again. Her face flushed deeply at how his eyes inspected her.

His eyes moved toward a small cushioned table to his right, and he motioned with his hand for her to climb up on it. He noted her hesitance but was pleased when she followed his silent order and climbed up. "Tonight I will show you what it truly means to surrender, Michaela, lay back for me."

The words confused her and she felt a slight fear, but she complied and lay down on the table uncertainly. His hands lifted several silken scarves and he placed them on her flat abdomen, she trembled nervously having no idea what he intended. When the first silken fabric was placed over her eyes, and her head lifted to secure it behind her head, she nearly jumped off the table she was so stunned.

"Relax, hassanna," he spoke quietly, knowing that this was only the beginning of the lessons for tonight. As her body calmed once again, he captured one wrist, lifted her arm above her head and tied it to a clamp at the top of the table, securing it firmly. He did the same with her other wrist, and watched as she tested the strength of her bonds.

Darkness engulfed her, and she struggled against the strange imprisonment. She doubted he would harm her, but she had never felt as defenseless as she did in that moment. As she felt her legs pulled apart and tied to each side of the table, she thought her heart would stop beating. She was as exposed as a woman could possibly be and it was oddly exciting and frightening, simultaneously.

He glanced over her incredible beauty and felt his shaft harden, painfully. The thought of how he would taste and tease her mercilessly had him aching to drive deeply into her silken folds. He walked across the room, leaving her only long enough to retrieve a basket full of items that would have her demanding fulfillment.

Still struggling against her bonds, she feared that he would leave her this way for the remainder of the evening. She had made demands of him, and it was apparent he was not a man that enjoyed having his words questioned. The room had grown very quiet, but she refused to call out to him. If it was his intention to leave her there, then she would suffer silently she decided. At the first touch of his hand grazing across her upper thigh, she jumped having no idea he was still in the room.

"First I will feast," he whispered as his hands lavished her breasts with heavy cream and then surrounded them with small berries. Trailing the cream down her stomach, and across the mound of her smooth sex, he allowed it to drip into the soft folds. "Do not move at all," he demanded.

Her body was trembling in pleasure at the strange sensations she felt. She had no idea what he was placing on her skin, but the touch of his fingers was incredible. He parted the soft folds of her sex, and she felt something cool and wet being placed here. It took every ounce of control she possessed not to move.

The small grape above the nub of her sex, demanded to be tasted, but he was not finished with his masterpiece yet. He slowly pushed a few more grapes into her silken flesh, and fought back a groan as he watched them slowly disappear. Her body flooded his finger with her desire and he could only hope he would not end this too soon.

She was on fire, and whimpered softly. Merciful heavens, she thought to herself, how was it possible to feel this much? Fighting to keep completely still, she could only feel and it seemed without her sight every sensation was amplified.

His tongue slowly laved away the cream on her breasts, and the berries filled his mouth. Lifting his mouth, he bit into one of the juicy tidbits, watching in pleasure as the juice drifted from his mouth onto the hardened nub of her full breast. Swallowing those quickly, his tongue trailed to the other breasts and feasted on the sweet delight there.

Suckling her deeply into his mouth, he allowed his teeth to slightly graze the peak, before trailing down between her breasts and lapping up the sweet cream that led to her mound. As his tongue flicked the small grape embedded above the opening to her core, he smiled in delight as her body trembled. Plucking the grape from its hiding place he ate it quickly.

His tongue flicked across the nub of her sex, and she cried out in pleasure. Never had she felt anything so delicious before, she thought as her hips arched off the table. As his tongue delved deep, she felt whatever he had placed inside her core slide free and nearly fell over the edge. "Armon, please I can take no more," she pleaded helplessly.

Lifting his mouth from her drenched sex, he smiled to himself. "We have barely begun, hassanna," he teased softly. Standing again, he moved back over to his basket of pleasure, and pulled a long strand of pearls out. Opening a small vial of olive oil, he coated them generously before moving back to the end of the table. His fingers still coated in the oil, he slowly slid one inside of her tight orifice.

She tensed at the invasion, not sure what his intentions were. The feel of his slick finger inside of her was not painful, but there was little pleasure. At the feel of strange circular objects being embedded inside her, she clenched tightly against the invasion.

"You will enjoy this hassanna," he promised on a whisper, once again encouraging her to relax. His mouth lowered to her sex, taking her attention away from what he was doing and soon her hips were arching up to meet his kiss. As he tasted her he continued to push the pearls deeper inside her tight sheath.

She felt the passion escalating with each stroke of his tongue against her silken petals, and strained for release. As he delved deeply, she felt the slide of the pearls being slowly removed and gasped in ecstasy. The feeling was unlike any she had ever known and her body came undone violently as the last pearl found the exit. "What are you doing to me?" She was breathless at the release he had given her.

"Teaching you the pleasure of love, Michaela," he spoke honestly, needing her to understand that this was what she would refuse herself if she chose to deny him.

"Even in pain, pleasure can be found hassanna." He stood again and lifted a candle from a stand. Lifting it high above her, so she would only feel a slight sting from the wax, he dripped it over her stomach.

The first sting of the heated wax shocked her and she stilled completely. She could only anticipate his next move, and trembled again. As the next heated drop fell on her breast, she gasped. It was both pleasure and slight pain but it heightened all her senses even more. "Armon," she called his name unsure of what she truly wanted.

"Shall I stop Michaela," he questioned sensing her indecision.

"No, yes," biting her lip she found the answer to be beyond her own thinking. This strange new world he was initiating her into was both compelling and frustrating. What she truly desired was to feel him deep inside her.

Chuckling softly, he put the candle back into its stand. "I will refrain, but you will taste me," he demanded softly.

She nodded, the thought of him in her mouth filled her mind with sinful thoughts and she could only hope it would lead him to fill her soon.

In haste he slide off his pants, and maneuvered himself up on the table. Straddling her face he allowed the head of his shaft to touch her lips. Her hands strained at the bonds, and he chuckled softly. "Only your mouth, hassanna."

Her tongue flicked out and slowly laved across the engorged head of his thick staff. The slight saltiness of his flavor titillated her senses and she drew him into her mouth. Suckling him, she was pleased to feel him growing even larger with each curl of her tongue over his tip.

He longed to thrust deeply into the soft recesses of her mouth, but refrained from allowing himself the pleasure. He was already on the edge of paradise and he planned to be deep inside of her when that moment came. Quickly he pulled himself away and his mouth trailed down her body until his tongue once again delved inside her fragrant garden.

Her hips arched up to meet his tongue, and she felt her body tense as her own fulfillment threatened to overwhelm her again. As he pulled away, she cried out in denial. "Please Armon," she begged, her body aching.

"Tell me what it is you want, hassanna," he demanded, his own control ebbing.

"I want you," she whimpered, her sex aching with a need to find completion.

He came in between her thighs and allowed the head of his throbbing shaft to graze over the nub of her core. "Where do you want me," he prayed she would give in soon or he would go back on his own word to make her beg.

"Please Armon," she hated speaking the words but the need was almost unbearable.

He lifted his body away from hers, denying her the pleasure she wanted. "I will hear you say the words," his tone was rough as his control slipped away even further.

"I want to feel you deep inside me," she arched her hips up needing him with a desire that was almost painful.

"Who owns you Michaela," he demanded, allowing his shaft to poise at her silken entrance once again, barely penetrating.

"Y-you, you own me Armon," she wanted to resist, but her body was on fire and that need drove her on.

With one long thrust he embedded himself fully. "You will never defy me again," he remained completely still, even as every instinct he had demanded he ride her until his passion was spent.

"Never," she whispered breathlessly, her hips gyrating, encouraging him to take her.