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Chapter Fifteen

    
I made my way to the kitchen door and waited, watching Farah in order to get a ‘feel’ for her mood.

“Hi, don’t just stand there; come help.” She smiled as she spoke.

A tinge of guilt coursed through me as I thought about the fact that I was only here to weasel her out of information about my ‘captor;’ as he had labeled himself.

I couldn’t figure Akmal out. One minute he decreed that he was my captor and the next he was telling me that he would free me. I don’t think that he knew what he would do if I took him up on his offer of letting me go.

Nothing was going to change the fact that Akmal was a man who would stop at nothing to get that which he desired and what he desired was me.

The smells of Farah’s cooking interrupted my thoughts. I
wasn’t accustomed to the food and the fact that I hated curry only made it worse. The smell of the food that Farah was cooking was not pleasing and I hated it, but it was one of those ‘it is what it is’ situations. I have a tendency to eat bland anyway because of stomach issues that are due to nothing but the stress of being in the public eye.

As if reading my thoughts she ask me, “Have you gotten use to the food yet?”

I eyed her and decided to be honest, “I hate curry.”

“Oh…..That poses a problem. Middle Eastern food is quite often laced with curry or cumin.”

“Speaking of laced with, what is the deal about using aphrodisiacs on women in the Middle Eastern culture?”

“I
t isn’t about the aphrodisiac—it’s about control. Middle Eastern men control every aspect of their wives lives.”

“I’m not his wife,” I answered. “I don’t understand why he has this need to possess me.”
Farah turned and looked me in the eye, “Listen to me, Akmal is dangerous and the quicker that you realize that you belong to him, the easier your life will be.”

“I don’t belong to him, I don’t belong to anyone.”

“You should be grateful that he rescued you from the people who use you for your money. Akmal is probably the only person who wants you and not what you have.”

“Grateful? Are you kidding me? The man is obsessed with me.”

“That is all the more reason that you need to be compliant. You have no idea how dangerous that he is.”

I was tempted to tell her that I already knew what a monster that he was. I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that he was obsessed with me, but I pushed that thought away from me. I had no intentions of having mercy on a man who wouldn’t be upfront about who he was.

The doorbell rang and Farah wiped her hands on her apron and went to answer it.

When she returned she was with a man, “This is my brother
in law Sahir.”

I was relieved that it hadn’t been her husband. I still felt awkward around her due to the fact that her husband
had kidnapped me.

I stuck my hand out to shake his and he stunned me when he rubbed his thumb over it.

Farah began rapidly talking in her native tongue and all that I could make out was Akmal’s name.

He answered her never taking his eyes off of me and I instinctively knew that he was telling her that he didn’t care.

The whole time that we were in the kitchen he never took his eyes off of me. As hard as I tried to ignore him it was still nerve racking to feel as if I was under a big spotlight. What was it about these guys and their obsession with American women? I could only guess that it was due to the fact that we were polar opposites of their Middle Eastern women.

I finally excused myself to go to my room. I would get no information from Farah as long as he was here.

I would go to my room and read or write, it always gave me solace to do so and I needed that right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lady

I looked up at the clock and it was already 9:00pm. Akmal hadn’t sent for me yet and I wondered why. Perhaps he was working late. I still wondered what his employment consisted of and why he was still so secretive.

I smelled him before I saw him, the mixture of spices that was Akmal gave him away. Normally I hated spicy cologne but whatever that it was that Akmal wore was pleasing to my senses. He wa
s beginning to take my five senses over.

He made his way behind my chair and leaned in growling, “With
another man, dressed in shorts? No wonder he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You are not to go into the kitchen anymore. I’ll not stand for men eyeing my lady like rabid dogs.”

“No Akmal, please I beg of you…..”

    He had been drinking and I didn’t know what to expect from him. I could only hope that he was not mean when he drank.

Evidently he had been watching security footage and he had seen me in the kitchen earlier. That still didn’t explain why he was so angry with me right now. It made me wonder what Farah’s brother had said earlier when he refused to speak English.

I pulled against the handful of hair that he held, “I am begging you please don’t make me stay out of the kitchen. I’m lonely during the day without anyone to talk to.”

“You have me to talk to.”

“You aren’t here, Akmal.”

“Then fucking call me,” he hiss
ed.

“Akmal I’m begging you to please let me talk to her. I need female companionship.”

He bit down on my neck, “If you insist on begging for something, beg me for my cock! Get up!”

He tossed me on the bed and I was in no way ready for what he did next. He took a knife from his loose fitting drawstring pants and stalked me on the bed.

“The terror in your eyes pleases me, Lady.”

Tears welled up in my eyes due to the fear that ran amok in my system.

He straddled me wearing nothing but the drawstring pants that he donned. His bare chest marked that of a man who took his workouts seriously. My eyes strayed down to the line of hair that worked its way down towards his now hardened cock. Why was I always drawn to that?

“You fucking cock tease
; allowing another man to look at you. Did his cock get hard?”

“I left, I left, I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t take away the only friend that I have.” Once again I felt a tinge of guilt about using Farah for information. I was no better than the people who used me to get what they wanted.

“You bitch, give me what I want.”

He began making a sawing motion with the knife at the top of my shirt. I could feel myself trembling.

“Please don’t hurt me, please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything.”

Immediately I felt his cock get stiffer.

I continued to beg, loving the power that it gave me.

“I promise that I’ll be good, Akmal.”

“Liar,” he whispered.

Why did that whisper sound more sinister than him raising his voice?

He unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down and throwing them off. He quickly took his pants off. “Don’t you dare fucking move Leila—I will take your ass to the dungeon and whip you.”

I stayed still; scared of him doing just what he said.

He sliced through my underwear and held the knife to my throat.

“Akmal please,
you are scaring me.”

“Then fear turns you on little girl. Don’t lie to me, your body gives you away. You like the things that I do to you. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I don’t know why, I can’t help it Akmal.”

“Why would you want to try and help it? We feed off of each other, Lady.”

He swiped a finger over my slit and rubbed it on my lips.

I took his finger in my mouth sucking it and rolling my tongue around it as I seductively eyed him.

He pressed the knife into my throat. “Beg….Me….To….Fuck…..You….Slave……”

“I want you to take your cock and brand my insides with it, Akmal.” I looked him dead in the eye when I said it.

He took the knife between two fingers sailing it through the air and stuck it in the wall. I didn’t know why I found that act to be so seductive—but I did.

“Hold your legs back
for me. You……. fucking……. belong to me……… do it…..”

I pulled them back bending my knees and exposing my spread open pussy.

“Such a little whore in my bedroom,” he crooned.

“I’m not a whore.”

“You are my little slut and don’t you forget it.”

He began to push just the head of his cock into me.

“I need you to fuck me, stop teasing me!”

“You don’t tell me what to do—e
ver!”

I tried to
pry away from him and he slapped my pussy with his open hand sending volts of electricity through me.

“Please Akmal, I need you. I need you, pleeeeeeeze.”

He mounted me slowly entering and I could feel my eyes roll back in my head. My head fell to the side as a feral groan escaped my lips; a groan of agonizing need.

A sadistic grin crossed his face. “I told you that you would beg for me.”

Any pride that I had was out the window. The man felt so good that all I wanted was to feel him—only Akmal and I existed right now.

He never took his eyes off me as he spoke. “You’re sleeping in my bed
now. I should handcuff your ass to the bed. Don’t ever wear shorts in my house to excite another man.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so good, so good, you feel so good. You make me feel thing
s that I have never felt before. You make me want to do things that are dark and forbidden. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I like the vile things that you do to me, Akmal.”

He opened my legs like a pair of scissors and watched as he pumped in and out of me.

He twisted viciously at one of my tits and I cried out in pain. Immediately afterwards he began rubbing my clit.

“Are you going to cum with all of that cock of mine stuffed up in that tight little hole of yours?”

I could hear gushing between my legs—I was so wet and turned on. I screamed out convulsing so hard that I felt like I would pass out.

“Oh, that tight little pussy belongs to me. Say it! Fucking tell me that its mine, Lady!”

“Akmal, I’m yours, I can’t help it. My body betrays me to you, a very dark, dangerous, and calculating man.”

“That’s it—y
ou’re starting to get it.”

His thrusts became rougher and more savage. Once again an orgasm pulled through the lower part of my abdomen as if it was turning me inside out.

“Your eyes are crossed you’re so turned on, girl. You better hold those fucking legs back!” he hissed as he changed positions.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me
, Leila!”

He growled from somewhere deep in his chest cavity as he exploded i
n me. We laid there spent—high on each other’s presence—sated and satisfied.

I was what I had come to term as a woman who was—
‘captive-sated.’ I was completely enthralled with a man who took me at his will. I was enthralled with a man who would stop at nothing to keep me under his control—and I liked it. I was captive-sated…

 

 

 

 

 

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