The Sheik and the Slave (27 page)

***

She sank further into her troubled and strange dreams. Dark
shadows followed her, and she was alone and frightened. She moaned in her sleep
and cried out his name. Where was he? Why did he leave her?

She heard the cries and she sat up. She walked slowly to
the handmade cradle. A warm wind blew the curtains inside the room as the baby
’
s small fists
clenched in the air. She smiled down at him. He was so beautiful. She took him
into her arms and settled into the rocking chair.

She cooed to him as she undid her nightgown. Her nipple
puckered in the air and the baby
’
s
rosebud mouth latched onto it. She smiled and sang a made-up lullaby to soothe
him.

“
You
look so lovely as you feed our son,
”
he said, walking behind her.

His fingers sifted through her golden hair and his heart
expanded with love.

“
He
’
s perfect,
”
she smiled.

“
Like
his mother,
”
Mohammed said. His brown hand encircled her other breast as he leaned down to
kiss her mouth.

She looked up at him.

“
I
’
m so happy,
”
she said,
smiling.

Katharine suddenly jerked awake from the dream. That was it.
That was what she couldn
’
t
remember. The dream brought everything crashing back to her. The cradle and the
baby. The baby. Yes. That was it. The baby.

Safiya turned slowly, admiring herself in the looking glass.
She was a slender young girl with small breasts and hips. Her hair was dark and
hung to the small of her back, and her eyes were liquid brown. Her lips were
full and thick, almost too thick for her small face, and seemed made for
fellatio. Safiya wore her orange silk abaya and practiced dancing with her long
scarf.

She draped the white gauze-like scarf around her body. She
wrapped it delicately about her head and then rewrapped it around her upper
body, looking at herself in every position.

“
Remember,
you must be obedient at all times, Safiya,
”
Khuzaymah said.

“
Yes,
Father,
”
she
replied, trying to please him but wanting so very much to try the other silk
scarves he had brought for her to wear.

Khuzaymah had purchased many beautiful colors and patterns
for his daughter so that she might entice the sheik with her body.

He had been approached by Abdullah, who had heard from town
gossips that his daughters were very beautiful. As Safiya had already had her
heart set on being the sheik
’
s
wife, she had been excited to learn of the negotiations and the invitation to
visit the palace.

“
Remember,
he is a great sheik and you must defer to his knowledge,
”
he told his daughter.

“
Of
course, Father,
”
she
said.

Although Safiya was the youngest daughter of a sheik,
Khuzaymah was poor, and his many beautiful daughters had little dowries and
only their beauty to recommend them. He tried to marry his daughters into
families that would be advantageous for him.

Though she was young and beautiful, she was childish,
immature and silly. He worried that once a man of Mohammed
’
s stature had satisfied
his lust, he would grow tired of her.

When Yasmeen had been sent away in disgrace and Abdullah had
approached him on behalf of the sheik, Khuzaymah had been delighted.

“
Allah
has decreed a woman submit to her husband,
”
he continued.

“
Yes,
Father,
”
she
answered him, but she was very bored.

She began to comb her long hair as he spoke and she felt her
nipples harden. The sheik would want her, she thought. His stature among men
was one of a leader, and his sexual prowess with women was much talked about.
All knew of his harem. To please him, her body hair had been removed, and
though no firm negotiations had yet been acknowledged, the men seemed convinced
that Safiya
’
s young
body would do most of the work for them.

Her father
’
s
brother Khaldun, her Uncle, accompanied them to the palace. He was a crafty man
who also wanted Safiya with Mohammed for the power it would bring their family.
Khaldun was a short, squat man who was very hairy. He walked with a slight
limp.

Safiya watched her Uncle Khaldun from the corner of the room
as her father prattled on about the obedience of women. Khaldun had always been
taken with his niece. He imagined her thighs spread before him as he settled
his thick body between them. She had always thought too highly of herself, being
just an insignificant girl.

Safiya saw her uncle
’
s
hungry look and blushed. He licked his lips once and adjusted his cock before
asking her,
“
Are you
listening to your father?
”

“
Of
course, uncle,
”
she
replied.

Her father sighed heavily.

“
Be
obedient and all will be well,
”
he told her. He looked to his brother, shaking his head, and left the room.

“
Come
sit here, my niece,
”
Khaldun said, and he gestured to a pillow at his feet.

She smiled childishly and came to sit at his feet.

“
Yes,
uncle?
”

His hand brushed into her hair. It had always been this way.
Safiya
’
s uncle had
spent time with her over the years, and he would touch her hair and gaze down
at his favorite niece. Her older sisters warned her to stay away from him,
though they wouldn
’
t
tell her why. But she didn
’
t
listen to them; she liked the attention and the candy he sometimes gave her.

Sometimes she would sit on his lap and other times he would
play with her hair.

“
My
lovely niece,
”
he
said.

His fingers moved one strand of her hair, tucking it back behind
her ear. She smiled.

As he did so, his gnarled fingers lightly touched her
nipple.

“
Uncle!
”
she gasped.

In a quick movement, he jerked her into his lap, pushing his
meaty hands over her breasts and fondling them harshly. She cried out.

“
I
want to touch you, niece,
”
he said as he gazed at her young breasts covered in the fabric. His ugly face
softened in the light of such beauty.

“
Do
you hope to suckle sons one day?
”
he asked her.

Safiya tried to move away from his lap, and he felt his cock
bounce under his robe at the movement.

“
Well?
Speak up, girl,
”
he
said.

“
Yes,
uncle. I suppose so.
”

Khaldun pulled her flush against him and held her arms
behind her so she couldn
’
t
fight him. Then, as he desired, he took one nipple in his mouth, wetting the
fabric. He bit it lightly and Safiya arched into him. She cried out in pleasure
and pain.

“
No,
”
she whimpered softly.

He chuckled softly as her young body responded.

“
Did
my brother have your hair removed?
”
he asked.

Safiya nodded.

“
Let
me see,
”
he
commanded.

Safiya shook her head.

“
Now,
girl. Let me see your pussy.
”

Safiya moved too slowly, and his hands moved her silk orange
abaya up her honey-colored legs, over her thighs and to her waist.

Slowly, she spread her slim thighs to reveal her trimmed
pussy, which was glistening with drops of dew from her encounter with her
uncle.

“
Open
yourself to me,
”
he
commanded, smiling as the young girl did as she was told. Her small finger
opened the lips of her delicate pussy.

“
Very
good,
”
he said. He
smoothed down the silk abaya over her legs and left the young girl wet and
hungry.

***

Safiya was hot, wet and confused. Her uncle had done things
to her no other man had done, but she wasn
’
t
satisfied. Instead she was aching.

She wanted to please her father and Mohammed, but she also
wanted the taste of something forbidden her uncle had shown her. She twisted a
nipple with her thumb and forefinger and arched her back. The juices on her
cunt made her slippery and she tasted the salty dew. When she finally came
loudly, fingering herself, her uncle was outside the room smiling.

***

When Mohammed returned to Arabia, he had been frantic to
discover the ship that Katharine had sailed on and to bring her home quickly and
safely. But days ticked by slowly and nothing turned up. Captains sailing into
ports were courteous and amiable, willing to help him in any way. However, none
knew of her, and she had sailed with none of them.

He questioned Abdullah again in regard to his conversation
with Jean Baptiste. He went over in detail their conversation and Abdullah
never changed the details. Jean Baptiste had sold her to another man, and the
ship had been bound for Arabia. He knew nothing more than that.

Had Abdullah been sure the man was telling the truth? After
all, he was a mercenary. Abdullah replied that he believed the man to be
telling the truth.

Mohammed grew more agitated as the days turned into a week
and still she had disappeared into thin air. He wondered if Abdullah had indeed
received the whole story from the savage, but he shook his head. Abdullah was
his trusted advisor and had no reason to deceive him.

Abdullah had even gone out of his way to comfort him and had
brought a neighboring sheik to sup with him to divert his mind from the
unfortunate circumstances surrounding Katharine. These things preyed on
Mohammed
’
s mind, and
Abdullah was looking out for him.

The neighboring sheik brought with him his brother and his
daughter. In the gardens one night, the sheik saw the 16-year-old daughter
walking there alone. She was a sweet, simple girl who spoke shyly, and her eyes
dipped down in deference to him.

She was a sweet child. He had invited her to dinner as well
as her uncle and father.

Afterwards, the girl had asked if the sheik if he would like
a neck message to relieve his tension.

He had been touched and smiled at the young girl. He nodded.

Since he had returned to Arabia, he had not taken any of the
harem girls to bed. He was wholly and completely entranced with Katharine and
could bed no other woman. He had made mention of his feelings to Bashasha, who
spun a tale to the harem women that the sheik had returned ill and could not
bed with anyone.

It was a momentary lie that would pacify the women for a
time.

When the young girl offered to massage him, he was touched.
She was a young child who would marry soon. He must see about finding her a
good match.

Her small hands kneaded into his neck and he closed his
eyes.

“
Your
hands are heaven, Safiya,
”
he said.

“
Thank
you, sire,
”
she
replied. Her voice was soft and melodious.

“
Your
uncle and father treat you well?
”
he asked her. The two men had retired to another room to smoke the Sheesha.

“
Yes.
They are loving and caring.
”

“
I
am glad.
”

“
You
have many troubles, sire?
”

“
Yes,
”
he sighed heavily.

“
I
am truly sorry,
”
she
whispered into his ear.

The room was silent and her little hands eased his flesh.

“
Would
you like me to dance for you?
”
she asked shyly.
“
I
dance at home.
”

He smiled kindly. She was a young girl and would make a man
proud to have her as his wife. But his thoughts were consumed with his lost
Katharine and their unborn child. However, he didn
’
t want to hurt the young girl
’
s feelings, so he nodded.

“
Please
do,
”
he said.

He clapped twice and the oud master appeared. He began to
strum his instrument as Safiya performed the sensual movements of the Eastern
Dance. As her hips moved, she could feel his eyes upon her.

Mohammed swallowed slowly as his cock expanded. He watched
the young girl go through her movements in a sensual haze, her hips undulating.
He felt a little ill.

The incense was suffocating in the room and he suddenly
couldn
’
t distinguish
between fantasy and reality. He wanted her blonde hair falling all around them
and those Arabian Sea eyes dark with passion as he took her.

He wanted to see her ripe with his son and watch her as she
moved. He saw the young girl dancing and wondered where Katharine had learned
the Eastern Dance. He had never seen her dance it before.

“
You
may leave,
”
he told
the oud musician.