The Sheik and the Slave (11 page)

She knew she must get a message to the Englishman before he
left the palace. She had no friends among the harem women and the servants
barely knew her.

The musicians left to dine, save one musician who stayed
alone, strumming his oud. The player with the riq returned as well. The oud was
a solemn instrument and the riq, a tambourine, were soon joined by an Egyptian
harem woman. She was to perform the
“
raqs
sharqi
”
which was
also known as the Eastern Dance. It was a seductive dance performed alone by a
woman dressed in veils, moving her arms and hips in time with the music.

The men were all entranced as the woman moved her belly and
her hips suggestively to the oud
’
s
beats. Her breasts moved to the music and Katharine felt herself flushed and
warm. It had been unwise to drink the wine and eat nothing.

Mohammed watched the Egyptian girl sway and move to the
music and saw Katharine in a halo of silver across the room. He had watched her
interact with the Frenchmen and knew at home in England she must have been a
consummate flirt. She had beauty and intellect, yet she kept herself aloof and
untouchable. Men would want her. Had he been a lord or earl in her far away
land, she probably would have led him on. And how might it have ended?

But such was not the case. They were both here in this
desert land, and he wanted her. The ending for them in this land would be his
princess on her back and the next sheik of Arabia deep in her belly.

Katharine
’
s
cheeks cooled in the night air. Many of the visitors were heading off to their
rooms in the palace, and the sheik had graciously allowed them their pick of
companion for the night. The harem would be empty when she returned there. She
knew it was probably close to midnight when she watched the Frenchmen leave,
almost skipping down the steps to enjoy their night with the harem women.

Katharine had looked for the Englishman, but had not seen
him again. The wind picked up behind her and brushed her hair across her mouth.

“
Princess,
”
Mohammed said as he
stood beside her, using his long fingers to take the golden strands away from
her mouth.

”
Yes?
”
she asked breathlessly.
She felt light-headed and dizzy as she stood before him.

“
My
guests are retiring for the evening and the harem women will satisfy their
remaining needs.
”

She blushed in the dark.

“
I
will escort you to our room,
”
he said. He took her arm and laced it with his.

Katharine glanced up and almost jerked her arm away from
him.
“
No, I don
’
t
…”
she started to speak. But then, she
remembered that he had commanded her to be with him.

The dark sky was filled with stars as they walked through
the gardens in the palace. The great water fountain sprouted quietly as many
couples walked hand and hand, disappearing together. She watched one couple
caught up in the moment as the woman went down on her knees before the man. She
heard laughter and grunts and moans of sexual conquest from another room and
she turned her face away.

“
It
is the way, princess. Men and women. Women
’
s
bodies were made to accept and allow us to come into them and leave our seed.
”

“
Not
when they are unmarried,
”
she reminded Mohammed.

Katharine felt lightheaded and warm. The sighs and moans
around them excited her and made her pulse race. She could feel the warmth
between her thighs. She knew her body was readying itself for the sheik, when
he would take her and claim her.

“
Perhaps.
But it is not natural to deny yourself. Lying with a man is a natural thing. A
man
’
s body was made
to fit into a woman
’
s.
Thus Allah has made it so that we can give you our seed to bear our children.
Your bodies are for us to give Allah sons.
”

“
So
I
’
m unnatural?
”
Katharine asked, hurt.

They had stopped outside one door and Katharine could hear a
woman
’
s cries of,
“
Harder, harder!
”
She grinded her teeth as
she felt her juices pool into her and fall upon her thighs. She knew she wanted
the sheik, but she fought it.

“
You
are afraid. You are a virgin. It is natural for you to be afraid, but also
natural for you to give yourself to a man. It is what your body was made for.
You were made to receive pleasure, to give pleasure and then feel pain at the
birth. Such is life.
”
His fingers caressed her soft cheek and she pulled away from him.

Once inside his private rooms, he locked the door. The
lights were low and oud incense was burning. He turned to her and breathed in
the scent of her hair.

“
They
have scented your hair with jasmine,
”
he said, smiling. He looked at the blonde hair curling along his fingers.
“
Jasmine is my favorite
scent. Bashasha knows this.
”
His hand drifted into her hair.

“
Please,
”
she said. She shook her
head, but then felt dizzy and stopped.

Mohammed moved the golden strands off her shoulders and
Katharine could only feel the lightness of her body, the warmth of the man in
front of her, and the continued drizzle of her juices upon her upper thighs.

“
What
did you tell the Englishman?
”
he asked her sharply, suddenly.

“
N-nothing,
”
she stammered.

“
He
knows you. I saw his look upon you.
”

“
No.
You
’
re mistaken,
”
she said, shaking her
head.

“
I
don
’
t think so,
”
he argued, leading her
to the cushions and fabric upon which he slept.

“
No,
”
she argued back. He
eased her to sit beside him, with her legs bent at the knees.

“
Who
is this man?
”
Mohammed asked softly, as he moved the hem of the abaya up to her calves.

“
I
don
’
t know,
”
she said again.
Katharine watched his hands as they moved against her skin.

“
You
do. Tell me. I will not be angry,
”
he promised. His brown eyes bore into hers.

She shook her head once. She dreaded this. She wanted him.
She ached to have him here between her legs. She wanted to feel his cock
stretching and filling her. She wanted to feel her hymen break and have him
claim her as his. She wanted to see the blood stain his cock and know that she
was his.

He pulled the hem of the dress further up below her knees.

“
Tell
me.
”

“
I
truly don
’
t know.
I-I think he was a friend of my father
’
s,
but I swear to you I don
’
t
know his name. But he knows me,
”
she admitted.

“
Indeed?
Truly?
”
He pulled
the dress up further past her knees and to her slim thighs. Her legs were
slightly apart as he knelt before her. His cock bounced at the thought of her
pussy. But he kept to the business at hand. He had to know about this foreign
man.

“
I
swear. We spoke only briefly. Nothing happened,
”
she said. Katharine cringed as her juices slid out of her, clinging to the
small hairs of her pussy.

“
All
right, princess,
”
he
said. His hands rested on her slim thighs and his eyes fell down to her legs
spread slightly, her pussy glistened and ready for his taking.

She saw him. She knew he had seen her wet pussy.

“
No,
”
she said. She shook her
head.

He smiled. Tonight she would be his.

“
I
only want a kiss. That
’
s
all,
”
he whispered.

“
No.
You
’
re a master seducer.
You play at words.
”
She shook her head.

His eyes wandered over her mouth and his hands pressed her
thighs apart. His finger delved into her tightness and he closed his eyes. She
was so very tight and wet, and her walls rippled around his finger, holding it
tight.

“
Your
mouth, princess. Give me your mouth,
”
he commanded. Mohammed watched as she tried to shake her head. Then, he pressed
her back, covering her body with his.

His mouth took hers and his tongue probed her mouth deeper
and deeper. As his tongue probed her mouth, his finger sank into her tightness.
He could feel her hymen and knew she would be his.

Katharine
’
s
head spun. She couldn
’
t
concentrate and could only feel. He was the devil. She knew it.

“
Spread
your thighs for me, princess,
”
he whispered into her ear. She trembled. His words were so sinful and delicious
at the same time.

She let him spread her thighs apart as he eased himself
between them. She was slim and feminine and he felt powerful and in control.
Her hands were shaking as she brought her hands into his thick hair.

His cock bounced and lengthened as he thought of her tight
walls around him. He moved her body against his and she fit into him perfectly.
Katharine arched into him again and moaned into his mouth as his lips touched
hers.

Mohammed stopped her hips from moving.

“
Tell
me no, princess. I
’
ll
not have you crying rape tomorrow. Tell me now and this ends.
”

She shook her head almost violently.

“
No,
please don
’
t stop. I
have to feel you inside me. I want to be yours,
”
she sighed. She didn
’
t
care about tomorrow; she only thought of tonight. She needed him. She knew she
would have regrets and pain, but nothing mattered. The wine flowed in her veins
and her inhibitions had left her. She wanted this proud man and nothing else
mattered. She eased him to her.

He undressed quickly and lifted up her abaya over her head.
She was in too great a need and so was he.

His hips were slim but masculine as she spread her legs for
him willingly.

“
Katharine,
”
he moaned. He breathed
into her hair and she pressed into him.

“
Please,
Mohammed,
”
she
whispered. He had never heard his name on the lips of a woman in the midst of
sex and it was his undoing.

He pulled back and thrust into her hot little core. He broke
her hymen and she cried out once but he soothed her with kisses. Her nails
raked his back again and again as he knew they would. Her marks would claim him
as her lover, just as her blood would stain his cock. They moved together and
his hand grabbed her bottom, pulling her into him harder and with force. She
moved her legs around his waist, holding him tightly to her.

“
Oh
God,
”
was all she
could think of to say. She could feel his cock inside her, stuffing and filling
her as the climax built. Mohammed could feel his climax building and pushed
into her, watching her body jerk up and down as he moved inside her.

The tightness and the warmth proved to be too much; he
spilled his cream into her womb, empting his seed again and again until he was
complete.

He watched as Katharine gasped as he filled her and then
rolled her on top of him. His arms brought her to him and he covered their
bodies with a thick blanket. Her golden hair fanned about them. He smiled as
she sank into a deep sleep.

***

Yasmeen had watched the two fuck like disgusting animals
from the small, concealed room. She had watched her husband
’
s eyes as he made love to
the little whore and the whore
’
s
response. She had watched her husband spill his seed inside the woman as he had
never done before with anyone but she, his wife. All of the whores were fed
special foods to ensure no seed survived, but not the pale whore. Her husband
’
s seed was sure to grow
and mature with the young beauty. She couldn
’
t
allow a foreign whore to birth the next sheik.

She knew from the servant
’
s
gossip that one particular visitor tonight seemed to know the white whore.
Yasmeen turned on her heel. Perhaps she could get a message to him to take her
away. If not, she would have the slut kidnapped and sold. Perhaps she could
find the two pirates who had sold her to the sheik in the first place and sell
her back. The whore
’
s
days in the palace were numbered. She would be gone by the end of the week.
Yasmeen swore this on Allah
’
s
name.

Chapter
6

Katharine awoke with a headache that pounded against her
temples. The wine that she had drunk last night had been sweeter and stronger
than she was used to; because she had eaten nothing, it had gone straight to
her head.

The sheik slept soundly next to her with one masculine leg
draped over hers. His position was one of arrogance and possession. His one arm
was thrown behind her head and most of her silken hair was caught underneath
it. She felt tired, despite the fact that she had slept most of the night. Her
legs felt heavy and there was a soreness between them. It wasn't an unpleasant
feeling, just one she wasn't used to.