Defying the Sheikh (11 page)

She moved back into the room carrying a sheer white dress and the slaves quickly slid it over her head. Zahra nodded as she noted that it left nothing to the imagination. Her long auburn hair was intricately weaved with small white flowers, and her face dusted with a soft golden sheen. To Zahra she looked like a virgin sacrifice, and she could only hope that her son would be pleased.

Michaela felt an ache between her thighs and squeezed them together tightly. The oils that had been rubbed over her flesh there seemed to heat and it was more than a little uncomfortable. Her eyes opened slightly but the room was still little more than a blur. She had no idea what was happening to her, and all she could think of was Armon's touch.

"She is ready," Zahra spoke to the slaves motioning them on.

Michaela felt two strong arms wrap around her and her feet barely managed to keep up as she was led away. They could have walked for seconds or hours, she was unable to judge time as her thoughts swirled and her body burned in places she refused to name.

Armon answered the knock on his door and nearly came undone when he noticed the shape his wife was in. He would not scream at these slaves, he decided, but this would not happen again. He knew instinctively that his mother had attempted to gift him with a seductive treat, but Michaela would be furious over this in the morning.

"Place her on the bed and leave," he spoke in command attempting to clear his head enough to get out of this infernal mess his mother had created.

Michaela writhed on the bed, aching with need. Her legs parted widely as her core burned with the oils placed there, and she whimpered softly. Her hand moved between her thighs as she tried to ease the pain to no avail.

Armon's body hardened instantly at the sight of her touching herself and fought for control. Never had a sight been so erotic, he thought to himself as he tried to pull his eyes away to no avail. He understood immediately what they had done, and knew her fingers would never ease the burning heat.

Like a man starved he moved into the bed and parted her thighs widely. Pulling her hand away his tongue sought the heated flesh and he licked and suckled until she was bucking under him. He knew he should feel horrible for taking her this way, but decided in a moment of lust that she belonged to him and he had every right to own her body.

Michaela was floating on a wave of pleasure unlike any she had known before. The soft burn of her tender flesh and the coolness of his tongue forced a cry from her lips of pure ecstasy. She wanted more now. Her heels dug into his back, as her hips gyrated upward pushing against the moist pleasure he gave. His tongue delved deep, but still it only made the ache more unbearable. "Now, I want to feel you inside of me," she demanded breathlessly.

Never had she spoken so brazenly, and it had his shaft twitching with the need to brand her. He stood from the bed and quickly cast off his robe, her cries of longing nearly undoing him as she continued to rotate her hips inviting him to take her. Flipping her onto her stomach, he raised her up on her hands and knees and drove in to her core with one long thrust.

His hands grasped her hips as he took her savagely, his own mind overwhelmed by the cries of pleasure she screamed out into the room. He filled her body completely and her tight sheath gripped him demanding that he take every drop of passion she possessed. He wanted more, pulling from her was agonizing but he ached to see her face as she found fulfillment.

Turning on his back, he gave her no pause as he pulled her on top of him. Parting her thighs, he led his hard shaft inside her silken core. "Show me the passion that burns inside of you hassanna!" His hands gripped her hips again and he taught her how to ride him.

Michaela mind was overwhelmed by the incredible sensations. When his hands stilled she groaned in disappointment. Without any thought, except her own pleasure, her hips rotated slightly and the pleasure was overwhelming. She found a rhythm that worked for her and enjoyed every delicious minute of the passion.

His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, watching in wonder as her beautiful body rode him with such abandon. This was how she should always be with him, he groaned as her tempo increased. His hard-headed, stubborn, innocent wife gave him more pleasure than any woman in his past. He felt her tight sheath clench and release and knew she had found paradise. Her cry of pleasure filled the room again and she stilled, her body shaking with the force of her release.

Lifting her, he turned her over on her side, and raised her leg sliding deeply inside her velvet core once again. With a few hard thrusts he found his own paradise and his seed filled her to overflowing. Remaining embedded, he lowered her leg and allowed his breathing to calm. This was how they were meant to love, he thought. Holding her against him, he fell asleep completely content.

Her body fulfilled, and the strange herbs overwhelming her, she was finally lulled her into sleep. His hands wrapped around her waist holding her to him, and her own covered his, feeling content. Never had she felt so free from inhibitions, she smiled as colorful dreams finally consumed her.

7 Lessons

Michaela woke as the sunlight poured into the room and glanced over at her husband, memories flooding through her mind. Her body trembled in rage as she recalled everything that had happened last night, from the preparation of her body to the passionate lovemaking they had shared. She had never felt so violated in her entire life. Sliding out of bed, she paced the opulent room growing more agitated by the minute.

Armon waited for the storm to break as his eyes opened and he noted her anger. Lacing his hands under his neck he spoke calmly, "Come back to bed Michaela."

Turning at the sound of his voice, her hands went to her hips. "What kind of sick monster are you?" Her breasts heaved in anger, she had not considered pulling on her almost non-existent robe.

She looked adorable he thought, a lazy smile finding his face as his eyebrow raised subtly. "The kind that enjoys his wife pleasing him I suppose." He knew he should refrain from mocking her ire, but found himself hard pressed to stop.

Stalking over to the bed she gave a resounding slap to his cheek. "I hope you have enjoyed our tryst, it will be the last time you touch me!" She had no regret in striking him, in her mind he deserved much worse.

Without allowing rage to fill him, he slid from the bed and grasped her wrist. "I have told you that you will contain yourself, wife," his voice was reserved and quiet. Pulling her over his lap, he held her still as she struggled. "I mind not teaching you who is the Master here again, girl." His hand had her backside burning in minutes.

"I wish I had never met you," she screamed loudly, her pride hurting more than her rear at that moment.

"I could have you whipped for such insolence," his voice never raised and he continued to bring his down over her reddened flesh mercilessly. The sight of her rosy red cheeks was enticing as she wiggled, attempting to deflect his blows. His shaft hardened, almost painfully he groaned, pulling her from his lap he draped her across his bed face down. "Apologize Michaela, his body covered hers and he spoke softly into her ear. His large hand captured both of her wrists holding them above her head, his steel sword rubbing against the soft flesh of her backside.

"Go to hell, Armon!" She would sooner eat dirt rather than apologize to him at that moment.

"I will only ask one more time," his voice deepened as he spoke harshly, tired of her disobedience and knowing she would not enjoy the lesson he would give if she chose to continue.

Struggling in his hold, her anger growing with each second, she only had words to hurt him. "I would rather eat cow dung than apologize to you, you filthy swine!"

Enraged, he vowed to teach her a lesson that would remind her of just how powerless she was against him. Not wishing to truly hurt her, his hand reached over to the bedside table and found a small cup of oil. Dipping his fingers into it, he covered his shaft and his knees parted her thighs. With slow deliberate attention he guided himself into her untried rear and slowly inched inside.

Michaela stopped struggling at the foreign invasion of his body and felt her body tense in shock. "This is an abomination," she whispered in horror, unable to believe he would do such a thing. The pressure of him against her tight, untried flesh was more than a little uncomfortable.

"There is no such thing between husband and wife," he was straining with every ounce of his control not to drive in full force. She was so unbelievably tight, and he felt her body stretching to accept him. Suddenly this was no longer about punishment, but dark passion. Inch by inch, he slowly worked into her until he was fully embedded.

She hated the feeling of him inside of her this way, but refused to struggle. Her body felt stretched beyond capacity and she feared to move would make the feeling more uncomfortable. "Armon stop," she begged softly, no longer wishing to fight him, only wanting this perversion to end.

Pulling her to the end of the bed still embedded deeply, he allowed her feet to find the floor. His hand moved in front of her and his long fingers softly caressed the soft petals of her sex. The wetness of her desire flooded his hand and he slowly inched out then entrenched himself again. Her soft gasp of pleasure and pain made his hold on his control loosen. His finger slid inside her velvety heat, working her slowly building her passion.

She had no idea what was happening to her, as her body relaxed against the strange pleasure his shaft and fingers were bringing her. As he slowly began to thrust inside of her, the pain receded and a pleasure that was even more overwhelming than their normal lovemaking filled her. "Please," she no longer knew if she wanted him to stop or continue.

He increased his pace, and the tightness of her squeezed his shaft with a pressure that had him straining toward his release. His fingers plunged into the sweet garden of her core as his seed spilled deep into her. His shout of pleasure echoed off the walls and darkness overwhelmed him for a few moments.

She felt his release deep inside of her body and her own paradise was found. It was a sin, she thought, to feel pleasure like this but as she gave in, there was no will left inside her to care. Even as she felt him soften inside her, she knew that denying him would take more resolve than she had left to give.

Slowly he pulled from her body, and walked away. He had no idea what had possessed him to treat his untrained wife in such a way, and felt somewhat shamed. "Return to the harem, Michaela," he ordered with a low tone. He needed time to think and he knew that looking at her beautiful body would only have him taking her again.

His dismissal hurt more than her ego, and she quickly grabbed her sheer robe and fled from the room. She had just been treated like a harlot, she thought as tears blinded her eyes. Finding her way back to her room she knew that this marriage would never work. She hated him for the things he made her feel, and he would never respect her. She cried until there were no tears left inside.

Armon firmed his resolve after hours of mental interrogation of his own motives. It was time to fulfill his duties and by doing so he would also remove the burden from his wife for his insatiable needs. He sent messengers to the families of the three young women that were to become his brides and moved the ceremonies ahead to the following day. These women would already be prepared, as their entire lives had been planned for this event. There were others that had been offered and previously he had denied interest. He decided to view these women as well and set up meetings for later in the evening.

In his mind, he had become weak by allowing lust to control his actions toward his wife, and vowed that never again would she be the only one available to fulfill his needs. He was doing her a kindness and he could only hope that she would come to see it as a gift in time. These women were trained in sensual arts from birth, knowing their only goal was to pleasure their husband. His own wife had not been privileged to have these lessons, it was an oversight that he would rectify immediately, he thought to himself. Sending another messenger out, he procured the most sought after tutor in pleasure. She had trained the wives of Sultan's for more years than he had been alive.

Tribal meetings took up most of the afternoon, and there was still great unrest on the borders. The morning light finally turned to dusk and there were only the viewings left before he could retire for the evening and refresh his tired mind. His slaves had prepared a feast in celebration of the fathers bringing forth their daughters for his inspection, and he could not fault their offerings.

Armon had not expected so many women to be presented, but with the growing unease in his country it was apparent that the palace offered safety for their female kin. The food and entertainment abounded as each woman was brought before him to inspect. He could find little fault in the incredible beauties and added ten more wives to his ceremony the following night. Thirteen new wives should keep his own desires in check, he thought to himself.

As the merriment ended he returned to his living quarters. He allowed the slaves to bathe and dress him, and considered calling his wife to him, then decided against it. She would come to him when he was in more control of himself, he thought, and not a moment before. Summoning one of the most beautiful slave girls he owned, he spent hours fulfilling his needs.

8 Weddings

Michaela spent a miserable night, tossing restlessly in her oversized bed. She had waited for Armon to summon her, and told herself she was pleased that the calling never came. She was having trouble understanding the pleasure she had found in his sinful acts, and his rude dismissal of her the night before, left her feeling even more unsure of herself. A soft knock on her door pulled her out of her own misery. "Enter," she had no idea who would be visiting at this time of the morning.