Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (14 page)

I
woke
up on the brink of an orgasm. Aziz had his head buried in between my legs and was licking my folds slowly and taking the time to flick my clit.

Tingles shot up my spine I literally began to quiver with an uncontrolled fury. He gave my clit a slight tug and that was all I needed. My entire world exploded into a flurry of stars, blocking out my vision as I arched my body back and gasped for breath.

Almost as if I was frozen in time, my mouth contorted into a grimace as words and sounds escaped me without passing through my brain. I lost control of my limbs and lay there, thrashing about.

Pleasure cascaded upon pleasure until it seriously became too much to handle. My brain shut down and I just became a rag doll taken by the currents washing over my body...

When I came to several minutes later, Aziz was propped on his elbow, looking at me, with that damned smirk of his that I had come to adore so much.

"Are you laughing at me?" I asked him archly, my brain refusing to dwell on the orgasm that he had just given me but never in my life wanting to forget it either.

"No love, but I have to say, you looked absolutely divine just riding the wave I gave you," he said softly. His eyes twinkled with some secret joke that only he knew.

"Well," I said in a fake huff, "If you're quite done manhandling my body, I'm going to get ready for the day."

"Not so fast, love," he said putting an arm on my shoulder, laying me back down. I looked at him with amusement, wondering what crazy thing he had planned next. "I have a surprise for you," he said simply.

"Oh?" I said, raising my eyebrow. "Are you going to go down on me again?"

"Not quite," he said, smiling. "Although, that shouldn't be a surprise anymore."

I hated to admit it with Aziz smirking at me, but that was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced in my life.

What an amazing way to wake up in the morning,
I thought to myself. I looked at my royal lover. It had only been a short time, yes, but already I couldn't imagine my life without him. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I hadn't met him. My life would have been so boring. But, in a way, this was fate.

Destiny.

We were meant to be together all along. It just took me some time to realize it.

"We're going to be receiving some guests in about an hour," Aziz said.

"Who?" I asked. Sure there were guests that came and went from the palace, but we barely ever made such a big deal about it to warrant a Aziz-surprise. The Palace was large after all, with four wings and over 300 rooms that functioned as both a residence and a state building.

"Well, love, that's the surprise," Aziz said and I sat up in bed. His eyes went lower and I saw him checking out my bare breasts as I looked at him and smiled. It felt good, knowing that I could attract a man like him. I looked down at his crotch. That 10-inch beast between his legs was getting longer. And thicker.

And I was getting wet just looking at it.

"Well, that's the surprise, Natalie," he said with a sly grin.

"Tell me who!" I said reaching over and running my hands along his abs. I was supposed to be tickling him but all I did instead of run my hands appreciatively along the well-chiseled muscles that he packed.

"After a meeting I had with Father last night, I sat down and asked some people to come over. They are," he said with a dramatic pause. "Muriel Taylor, Lizzie Cabot, Beth Morris, and a few others."

Oh. My. God.

Sheikh Aziz had arranged for my closest friends from high school and college to arrive. Today.

"I figured that you'd been in the desert for longer than you anticipated, and your friends might wonder what happened to you in my company, plus you might be missing them too, and it is still summer, so they were free," Aziz said as I looked at him with amazement. "Sent the planes out last night, they should be coming in an hour - around 9 am."

I couldn't speak. This was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me.

"Oh, and before I forget, a few more people," Aziz said. I nodded dumbly, unable to grasp who else could be coming.

"I asked Billy and his friends if they wanted to come over, considering the pool is still getting built and I, well, sort of wrecked it. Billy's mom is chaperoning the kids. Plane's bringing them around the same time," Aziz said looking at me. "You okay, love?"

A single tear was pooling in my eye and dripped down my cheek.

I looked at the Sheikh. My Sheikh.

"I love you, Aziz," I said. "So much."

"I love you too, Natalie," he said. "So fucking much more."

I was speechless at his gesture.

Then the new part of my brain that he had unlocked came to life and I gave him a mischievous smile. "Really, Aziz?" I asked him. "You love me more? More than I love you."

He nodded with all seriousness as I reached over and took his cock in my hand. It twitched and I could feel it pulse. Jesus Christ, it was hard already. I began to stroke it absently, running my palm over the tip. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to love you louder."

Aziz, in a departure from what he was a month ago began to protest that the planes were on their way but he was no match for me. I mashed my breasts against his chest and began to kiss his muscles. I worked my way over his shoulders and pecs and down to his abs before descending between his legs, running my tongue down his shaft.

"You keep doing that love," Aziz panted, "And they'll come and go without us leaving this room."

I looked up at him with eyes clouded by desire. I didn't care about anything in the world at that point.

Just my Sheikh.

* * *

W
e finally did get
out of bed, showered, and changed with just enough time to spare to make it to the Grand Entrance to the Palace.

Aziz had apparently told Mother too because she was waiting for us. She gave me a hug and a warm smile and looked Aziz over appreciatively.

"Good morning, Aziz," she said with an uncharacteristic smile.

"Good morning, Madame," he said with the proper deference that one pays to the head of a department under the Sultan.

"Please Aziz," she said beaming. "You’ve known me so long. Call me Samantha," she said. Even I turned around to look at her. She had never been too fond of Aziz - always wondering what kind of trouble he was going to get into. But it was almost as if some switch was flipped today. Was it our conversation yesterday? She had been worried about what people said about him, but had those worries alleviated somehow?

"Thank you, Madame," Aziz said with a smile while maintaining his serious demeanor. "But it wouldn't be right to call someone by anything except their official title when they are on the job."

Mom looked at Aziz as if not believing what he was saying.

But then, to prove that he still had a fun streak, Aziz broke out a grin. "But afterwards…that’s a different matter."

Any further discussion was pre-empted by the arrival of several limousines that came up the drive.

I watched as my friends - a few who I hadn't seen in a long time starting getting out. I couldn't control myself and ran over to hug them.

"Oh my God, Natalie, it's soooo good to see you!" Lizzie squealed as I hugged her.

"Natalie!" I turned to see Billy as he hopped out of the backseat of a limo and run forward towards me. He came up to me and hugged me - only reaching up to my waist. Tears came down my eyes as I hugged him back.

"This castle is so amazing," Muriel was saying, jumping up and down.

But if the castle was amazing, everyone soon came to stare googley-eyed at the Sheikh, who was standing there looking at the scene with a slight smirk on his face. I had spied him and Mother talking in hushed tones when the girls began coming out of the limo, but hadn't had time to think about it. It wasn't as if Aziz and my mom were the closest of friends.

"Aziz!" Billy yelled and left me and ran up to the Sheikh.

"Hey there, young master!" Aziz said with a wide grin, coming to a crouch and holding up his hand for a high-five. I didn't believe it but I saw Beth, Muriel and Lizzie stare at Billy with envy as they licked their lips looking at the Sheikh - who had chosen this day to be decked out in his finest royal regalia.

Clearing my throat, I walked over to Aziz and grabbed him by the arm, bringing him closer to my friends.

"Girls, I want you to meet Aziz Mussayef..." I trailed off, not realizing what to call him. I looked at my mother who only nodded and smiled back at me and I looked at Aziz who was watching what I say keenly while pretending to not notice. "Aziz Mussayef. The Sheikh."

And then I added just in case anyone got any ideas, "And my boyfriend."

* * *

O
nce everybody was situated
, a genuine festive atmosphere descended on the palace as half a dozen girls began to take up residence. It was decided that everyone would meet in the North Gardens and hang out for the day at the pool. The girls went to their respective rooms to change into their swimsuits and Billy and his friends went with Billy's mom to get ready as well.

After a while, Mom let us alone to have our fun and went back to the Sultan to rejoin whatever they were doing.

Aziz got the party started, ensuring there was a DJ playing chilled lounge music near the pool and a bar was stocked. Billy came out and immediately monopolized Aziz' time by finding various places in the large swimming complex, replete with waterfalls and grottos to jump from. I thought I even saw Billy instruct Aziz to pick him up and toss him into the water a few times. I sat up, concerned, but each time Billy came to the surface laughing.

By the time the girls came out, I was lounging by the pool in a black bikini that I had purchased in the city. Behind my sunglasses I noted each of them stare and openly ogle Aziz and his cut body as he moved around in his board shorts.

"Excuse me, Miss Natalie," I heard Jasmine before I saw her. I turned to her as she spoke. "You have a visitor waiting for you in the Blue Room.

"Who is it, Jasmine?" I asked, curious, as I got up and wrapped a sarong around the lower half of my body.

"Lady Nadia Hussein, Miss Natalie," Jasmine said. She said she needs to speak to you.

I followed Jasmine back inside to the Blue Room. Aziz, left to his element and entertaining for me, was busy mixing drinks and playing with the kids that he didn't notice me leave. Everyone was having fun and I felt okay leaving for a little bit, hoping I'd be back shortly.

I was led into the drawing room on the East Wing, otherwise known as the Blue Room and immediately I blushed and felt severely under-dressed when I saw Lady Nadia.

Here I was in a sarong with a black bikini top, and as Lady Nadia stood up, she looked absolutely regal in a white ensemble, with a classy dress and blouse, complete with a pearl necklace and diamond earrings.

She looked at me in my attire and seemed to sniff to herself.

"Lady Nadia?" I asked, unsure of what else to do. This was the woman I had cut in on when she was dancing with Aziz. She was classically beautiful, and even looked the part of a royal, with her haughty stare and aristocratic features.

"Miss Natalie Ewing," she said, using my full name, giving me a slight curtsey. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I regret coming at an inopportune moment."

I blushed at her indirect jab at my choice of clothing, or lack thereof. "I had some friends who came to visit. We were just by the pool in the North Garden..." I trailed off, wondering why I was taking the time to even explain.

"Well then, I'll make this brief, Miss Ewing," Lady Nadia said, as she sat down and reached to her side. I sat down on the couch across from her.

She pulled a brown manila envelope and brought it to her lap. "I know about you and Aziz," she said bluntly.

I froze, unable to speak. I had just told my friends and my mother all within the last 24 hours.

"Don't worry, it's not my place to judge what you do with the Sheikh," she continued.

She paused, and then smiled as if humoring me, before continuing onwards as if I had never spoken.