The Sheik and the Slave (15 page)

“
My
lord, I have never asked you for anything. I have been a good wife. But I beg
you, in the name of Allah, please send this woman back to where she came from.
”

Majeed
’
s
eyes narrowed.
“
By
the Qur
’
an, you are
also to obey your husband, and obedience is what I require, Rana.
”

“
My
lord,
”
Rana said.

“
I
will send her away when the time is right,
”
he said, interrupting her.
“
Until
then, she will remain here. That is my will.
”

“
Yes,
my lord,
”
Rana said,
and lowered her eyes.

“
And
you would be wise to remember that there is nothing between the young girl and
myself. She is my guest,
”
he added.

Rana watched her husband walk away and sighed deeply.

Kat tossed and turned and didn
’
t
fall asleep until well after midnight. Just as she was falling asleep, a lone
camel came into view as Majeed and his men were outside smoking. The figure
dismounted and came forward. The stranger had only one word of greeting, which
was
“
Brother.
”

Majeed strode forward happily. He clasped the man in a broad
hug and said,
“
Mohammed,
”
before leading him into
the tent.

Chapter
9

Katharine chewed continuously on her bottom lip as she
remained deep in thought. Her night had passed slowly, and when she awoke she
felt as though she hadn't slept at all. A decision had to be made. She had
escaped Yasmeen's plot and Fajer's fat hands only to be saved by another man
who wanted her as his concubine.

Kat was grateful to Majeed and his sons. Had they not found
her in the desert, she surely would have died. But now what? She wanted to
return to Mohammed, but if that was not possible, then she wanted to return
home. She missed so many things about England and she had taken much for
granted.

Katharine knew she must decide quickly. She would have
ventured into the desert again, had it not been for the conversation she heard
outside her tent.

"Please Dunya," Adib murmured into the servant
girl's ear.

Dunya was a short young girl, and her long, flowing hair was
her only jewel. She lacked both beauty and brains, but she had been with
Majeed's family for many years and had been a good and loyal servant.

Adib was a crafty young man who sold his goods and wares to
the desert people. He had long been trying to get Dunya to join him and sail
far away from Arabia. He knew many people and had saved for their passage,
which could be arranged in a few days
’
time.

Adib's brown hands moved underneath the young girl's abaya
and he knelt before her.

"Dunya," he whispered, as she sank into the sand
to join him.

"Adib, no. Anyone could come upon us," she
whispered back to him.

"No. Sheik Majeed's brother arrived last night and they
are in the main tent taking their meal. We are free to do as we like," he
said.

"Adib," she moaned lightly into his ear. Katharine
moved closer to the side of the tent where they were. Adib
’
s hands touched her
breasts and the girl spread her legs as he moved between them.

"Dunya, you must know I love you. We could have a
wonderful life away from this servitude," Adib said to her.

Katharine
’
s
head fell back as her fingers pushed inside her creamy slit, which was dripping
juices as she thought of Mohammed.

Adib pushed Dunya completely onto her back; his robe was
thrust aside in haste. He took his cock in hand and pressed against the
entrance of her glistening pussy.

"Hurry, please Adib," Dunya said. His cock pressed
into her cunt and he began to rock into her.

Katharine could hear their grunts of passion as Adib told
the servant girl, "Wrap your legs around me."

Katharine tried to reach her own climax.

"Dunya, say yes. Say you will come with me," Adib
said.

Dunya began to climax as Adib spilled his cream into her. He
was an awkward lover
–
too quick to arouse and too quickly finished. But Dunya didn't know the
difference, as she had been a virgin before him.

Katharine climaxed quietly inside the tent.

"Say you will come with me tonight. We can set sail
within the week. We can go anywhere you wish
…
say
yes. We'll be together, Dunya," he said.

Dunya looked almost lovely in the sand. Her brown body had
been sated, and her chunky thighs were still apart as Adib sat between them.
Her long hair was messed and tangled.

"Yes. I will go with you tonight," she told him.

***

Majeed entered the tent a few minutes later to see
Katharine. His eyes took in her form and he almost shuddered.

He knew that he must not let his brother see his new
addition. Mohammed, his eldest brother, had shown up unexpectedly in the middle
of the night. Mohammed was respected in his realm, and Majeed had always felt
like he was second best. Their father had doted upon Mohammed, and Mohammed had
never let their father down.

Mohammed had always been intelligent and wise. He
’
d given Majeed these
lands to oversee and rule as he saw fit. Majeed had married Rana and taken her
family in while creating a lasting relationship with the desert people. Mohammed
was grateful.

When he arrived, he had said little. He inquired after Rana
and his sons, but nothing more.

Majeed enjoyed spending time with Mohammed, but that was
before the foreign beauty had come into his life. Now that she was in his home,
he wanted to spend time wooing and watching her.

"Did you have your morning meal, beauty?" he
asked. Majeed watched her as she looked away from him.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

"Do you enjoy the hospitality here?" he continued.

"You have been very kind," she answered. Her eyes
looked away from his. She didn't want to encourage him in any way.

He sat before her and deliberately brushed her stiff nipples
with his arm as he settled himself. Katharine scooted back a few inches.

"I only want to be near you," he spoke lowly to
her. He knew he was awkward with women and didn
’
t
know how to act. He was not an accomplished lover and seducer like his older
brother.

"I prefer you didn't," Kat spoke to him.

"Why?"

"Because it isn't proper," she told him.

"Proper for whom?" he asked.

"Where I was raised, men and women don't touch each
other like that unless they are married."

"But this sheik who taught you Arabic?"

"Yes?" she asked, confused.

"You were not his wife?"

"I said I wasn't."

"Yet you let him touch and taste you?"

"Yes," Katharine said, looking away.

"Why would you do that? I thought it wasn't
proper," he said, throwing her words back at her.

"I loved him," she said. "I love him,"
she corrected herself. She hated this intimate conversation. She didn't want to
talk about her feelings for Mohammed with this man.

"I don't require your love," Majeed told her
coldly.

Majeed's cock throbbed with need, and he looked across at
Katharine as she looked away. He stood up abruptly and left her.

***

Rana was folding blankets with the other women in her tent
when Majeed came upon them.

"You may leave," he told the servant women.

"Majeed?" she questioned him, but he said nothing.

With no words or affection, he turned her around and forced
her with his hand to kneel on the floor. He kneeled behind her and moved the
long abaya fabric up her legs and over her rounded hips. The fabric gathered at
her waist as Majeed moved his robe out of the way to have access to his cock.

Rana knew he wanted the foreign girl and was thinking about
her long, cream-colored limbs, but she didn't care. She felt his cock between
her buttocks and she squeezed her eyes shut at the pleasure she knew was
coming. She could feel the bulbous head of his cock, and she arched her back so
that he could have access to her slick cunt.

As his cock sank into her pussy, she moaned like a whore.
Majeed had never been a sexual man, and Rana often pleasured herself because
his need was not as great as hers. Majeed's hands came up to grasp Rana's hips,
and his own hips slapped into hers again and again as his cock slid in and out
of her tight pussy.

He had one hand on her hip, his other hand threaded into her
long dark hair, and he jerked her head up like a disobedient mare.

"Harder," she moaned, like the lowest whore on the
street, as her husband took her body, harshly grinding into her hips. He pulled
her head back as his hips slapped into hers and she tried to push back against
him, wanting him deeper inside her cunt.

Their grunts were loud and harsh in the tent. Her climax was
swift as his thick milk pumped into her body. When she turned around, he was
gone, leaving behind his sticky seed inside her pussy. Rana's legs were shaking
as she cleaned herself. She knew he had used her, but even though she knew she should
be angry, she wasn't. She was sated. She smoothed her dress down over her body
and smiled.

***

Almost a half hour later, Mohammed entered Rana
’
s tent.

"Hello, Rana," he spoke to her.

"Mohammed! Dearest, brother!" she exclaimed,
kissing him on both cheeks in greeting. Rana had known Mohammed most of her
life and was very fond of him. She had always been dazzled by his handsomeness.
Though Muslim women were not supposed to bare their faces to men, even male
family members, Majeed was not so strict and Mohammed was his brother.

"Allah be praised that you are well, my sister,"
he spoke lightly and watched her move away from him to offer him something cool
to drink.

"And you. You are well, brother? What brings you to us,
so far from your own home?"

"I crave peace," he said. Mohammed settled himself
before her.

***

Dunya entered the tent with a tray filled with tea, nuts,
and dates for the foreign girl and set the tray before her. She tried not to
stare at the girl's beauty. Her hair was like a bright light in the dark tent.

Katharine recognized the chubby little Arab girl from the
tryst she
’
d spied
from her tent and knew the girl was going to run away with her boyfriend.

"I need your help," Katharine said abruptly.

Dunya was startled at the woman's knowledge of Arabic and
even more afraid of her words.

"I'm only a servant. How can I help you?" she
asked. Dunya stared at the tent's flap, wanting to be free.

"I heard you and your lover outside this tent today. I
need your help to escape this place. If I make it to England safely, my family
and I can pay you a fortune. I can reimburse you for my traveling expenses.
”
She knew her father
would reimburse them when she safely returned to England.

Katharine had a plan in mind. Wearing the long abaya and
covering, she could pretend to be a servant to the girl
’
s lover. He would serve as her escort, as
women were not allowed to travel without a man. This ruse would enable her to
leave Arabia with no suspicion and be free once and for all.

Dunya was stunned. She had not known that their conversation
was overhead and she had never thought to rescue anyone. But once the money was
mentioned, she knew Adib would consent.

"I must speak with Adib, my lady," Dunya told her.

"Please let me know before nightfall, and keep this a
secret from everyone else. If your answer is no, I must make other plans."

***

Lord Fairfax paced back and forth on the floor of the
library. Edward Fairfax had been indulgent with his daughter and had admired
her spirit and intelligence in a world where most women lacked both, but he had
to wonder how she was faring halfway across the globe.

When Sarah had returned from shopping in a state of
hysteria, it took hours to get the story from her. All she knew was that
Katharine had disappeared. Who would dare kidnap his beloved daughter? It was
unheard of.

He had hired Bow Street Runners to track her down and find
out what had happened. When the truth emerged, it had been disturbing. Baron
Horace Adams had pressed his attentions upon Katharine and been snubbed. It had
even been discovered that the repulsive man had offered her position of
mistress! When she had rejected him, and rightly so, Edward thought, he had
hired mercenaries to kidnap her.

Edward was in disbelief that his beloved daughter had been
subjected to the odious man
’
s
attentions and then become the victim of foul play.

He tracked down the baron and demanded a duel for his
Katharine
’
s honor.
He secretly wanted the man to pay for his actions. The morning of the duel,
however, the baron disappeared.

Edward despaired of ever finding out what became of his daughter
until he and his wife attended an extended shooting party in a secluded country
estate. There, Edward and Anne made an astonishing discovery. Another gentleman
in attendance was an old boyhood friend of Edward's named Martin Eldridge, Earl
of Wolcott.

Martin took Edward aside and privately told him of the
coffee purchase expedition he had been on and the powerful sheik who grew and
exported it out of Arabia. Other foreign merchants had attended, but it was the
appearance of Katharine that had shocked Martin the most. He had tried to speak
with her privately, but it had not been possible.