The Sheik and the Slave (12 page)

She thought of the night and saw herself tangled with the
sheik in unadulterated lust. She was ashamed. She had given herself to him with
no thought beyond it. He was a sheik with a wife and many concubines; now that
she had given him her virginity, there was nothing left.

Her virgin's blood should have been reserved for her husband
and now she was used. Yasmeen was right. She would be used again and again
until he had tired of her. Then, he would sell her to someone else. She would
become nothing to him.

Damn
! she thought bitterly, trying to stem the tears
that threatened to spill. Islam was correct in outlawing alcohol. It was an
evil potion. She never would have given into him without the alcohol, no matter
that she wanted him. It was wrong.

She began to ease away from Mohammed. She untangled her legs
from his and her hair from underneath his arm. She turned back to look at him
sleeping soundly. His face looked younger in sleep. She gazed at the planes of
his face. She thought of all that they had done together the night before and
turned away from him.

She dressed quickly in the silver abaya and left before he
awoke.

***

Bashasha watched beneath hooded eyes as the young girl
entered the harem. Most of the women were slowly returning to the harem after
the night
’
s
festivities. She watched Katharine walk slowly into the room, half-afraid and
half-enjoying the familiarity of the room. As she made her way to her small
sleeping pallet, Bashasha watched the young girl
’
s
legs scissor as she walked.

Katharine was flushed, and her manner was different. She had
been with the sheik. Bashasha recognized well the signs of sexual conquest and
possession. She had been so certain that the foreign woman would never give in
to him, but the attraction between them was undeniable. She also knew from the
servants last night that Katharine had drank wine and ate nothing, leaving her
inhibitions down. Bashasha was determined to have her work as little as
possible today, unless she was specifically asked for.

***

Mohammed awoke smiling. Katharine
’
s surrender had been all the sweeter, for he
knew she had wanted it too. She had been tight and pleasing, and he enjoyed the
fact that he had been the first man to touch and claim her. He would also be
her last, he vowed.

The passion and warmth that she had given him last night was
only the beginning. He rolled over and was surprised to find her gone. Was she
bathing? He knew not, but he was deeply disappointed not to have her in his
arms when he awoke. It irritated him. Her place was to please him and to bear
his children. He would accept nothing less.

***

Katharine tried to rest her eyes among the pillows, but the
women were chattering all around the harem and their voices echoed off the
tiles. She remembered again and again the night before and felt him moving
inside her. She heard her cries of passion as she climaxed. His hold over her
was too strong; she couldn
’
t
find the attraction she felt. She must find a way to contact the Englishman and
leave this cursed place. He was her only hope now.

***

It was late afternoon when Bashasha was informed that the
sheik was asking for his bather. For the first time since she had ever known
him, Bashasha wanted to defy him. However, she didn
’
t. She summoned the young girl before her
and told her she was wanted by the sheik.

Katharine looked away from the older woman as tears formed
in her eyes. She didn't want to see him. She knew then that she was weak and he
was too strong. Her body became a traitorous thing and she hated it. When she
felt his dark, liquid eyes upon her, she grew warm. When his eyes traveled down
the length of her, her breasts would soften, her nipples would tighten as she
imagined his hard cock inside her, and a blush would spread across her
cheekbones. She would deny him.

***

Katharine dressed in a simple white linen shift that reached
her calves and had quarter-length sleeves. She entered the sheik's private
rooms and saw that she was alone. The room was lit with candles and the oud
incense burned just as it had the night before. She felt her head spin as she
realized the room was set for seduction, not a mid-day bath.

***

Mohammed spoke with his trusted adviser Daleel as they
entered his private chambers. Daleel's admiring eyes took in Katharine standing
near the bath.

"That is all, Daleel," Mohammed said quietly, as
their business was concluded.

"My lord," Daleel spoke and bowed before Mohammed.

Mohammed walked stealthily toward her, divesting himself of
his robes, until he was naked and sinking into the bath.

Katharine tried to look away but found she was drawn to him.
His body was muscular and firm and his skin bronzed as no other man had been in
England.

"Where did you go this morning?" Mohammed winced
even as he spoke. He had never cared what happened to his women after they had
been fucked. As long as they were fed and safe, it had never mattered.

"I have other duties," she said as she stepped
gingerly into the bath.

"You're only duty is to me!" he told her harshly,
grabbing her by the arm and pulling her fully into the water before him.

"Let me go!" she said. She struggled in his arms
and the water sluiced between them until the slickness of his naked chest
caused her to slip into him.

His fingers wound into her long golden hair as he held her
head still. "You're only duty is to me!
”
he told her.
“
When I
call you, you come. Whether I call you to bathe me or to lie beneath me, you
will come!"

"I am not one of your whores!" she cried in
desperation.

Yasmeen was right
! Katharine thought. She would be
used until he tired of her and then she would be discarded.

Mohammed struggled with his emotions. She was so proud and
lovely, but he couldn't let her see the power she held over him. He could not
afford to show any weakness.

"You are my slave by law in this land. If I command you
to bathe me, then you will. If I summon you to my bed, you will come. And I
will have you as you were last night, in my arms, warm and womanly, with your
pussy surrounding my cock." His last words were coarse and raw and meant
to offend her.

"Then you will rape me every night, because I will
never come to you. I will come because you order it, but I will never come
willingly," Kat replied defiantly. Her blue eyes glistened in the low
light as his hands weaved out of her hair.

"Rape?" he asked. He almost smiled, but stopped
himself. His warm, large hands slid down her slim arms as her breath quickened.
The water had made the linen shift see-through. His fingers flicked across her
tightened nipple.

"Rape?" he mused again, and smiled this time. He
bent to kiss her soft mouth, but she turned away from him. His mouth touched
her fragile neck and he bit her lightly. She gasped aloud in the small room and
he pulled her slim body tightly to his.

His cock ached to be inside her, as it had been last night.
The tight pussy had held him and rippled around him. He had dreamed of it
again.

"You don't know the meaning of rape. You just don't
want to admit that you need this, princess,
”
he breathed into her ear as she closed her eyes.

He spun her around and moved the shift up over her legs and
to her waist. He bent her over the side of the pool as water splashed all
around them.

"Tell me you want this, princess," he growled to
her and she felt his cock hard against her ass.

He would not take her anally. Not yet. But he noticed with
satisfaction that she moved against him. She wanted to act the virgin, even as
she creamed and yearned for him to fuck her.

Katharine shook her head, but her pussy was wet already. She
wanted his cock inside her. She couldn't take much more waiting and trembling.
She couldn't deny in her heart that she wanted him. Her small nails scraped
into the marble tiles as she held onto them.

He stroked her small twin globes and noticed she trembled
like an Arabian mare before the taking.

"Little falcon," he breathed into her ear as he
leaned over her bent body.

He spread her ass cheeks apart and fondled the small tiny
button that had never been breached.

"No!" she said, startled. She shook her head
vigorously. He massaged the outside of the puckered little star and then moved
to touch her pussy, which was wet, as he knew it would be.

He took his cock in his one hand and guided it to her
entrance.
“
Beg for
it, princess,
”
he
said.

“
I
won
’
t,
”
she cried out.

“
Beg,
”
he taunted her.

He knew she wanted it and he also knew that she had so much
power over him that she frightened him. He could never let her know how much.

"Please," Katharine murmured, as his cock rammed
into her tight pussy.

It is so delicious
, Mohammed thought. He pulled the
linen shift over her head even as his cock anchored her to him. She was now
sleek and naked with the water from the pool sloshing around them.

He used her breasts to anchor her to him as he pounded in
and out of her. His hands moved down the length of her body and he grabbed onto
her hips. The slapping of her ass against his hips echoed in the room as the
water sloshed inside the small pool.

He could hear her delicate cries of passion as he pounded
her. He knew she wanted this. It was a natural act between a man and a woman.
He could feel her trembling and reaching her peak as she cried and his seed
splashed the walls of her vagina.

He pulled out of her and watched her remain standing but
turned away from him. She thought to herself that she had to pull herself
together, to show him that she was calm.

"Is that all, sir?" she asked, with her back to
him.

Mohammed gritted his teeth and turned her to face him.

"What are you most ashamed about, princess? The fact
that I forced you
–
or the fact that you liked it?"

He watched as her eyes flashed up to meet his. Here was his
little falcon.

"Whether I liked it or not doesn't matter. I'm your
whore now," she said, as she shrugged her slim shoulders.

Mohammed was angry. "You are not my whore," he
told her.

"Summon me tonight with one of the other girls.
Initiate me into group sex. I have heard of it from the harem women. Send me to
pleasure one of the foreign men. I'm sure they would enjoy me," she said,
testing his resolve. Her eyes were flat now. She had enjoyed the sex more than
she cared to admit, but wondered what would happen when he tired of her, which
was sure to happen.

Mohammed grabbed her shoulders. "Stop it! I will share
you with no one!" he yelled inside the room.

Katharine tried to pull away from him. She said, "Send
me to do other work in your palace, for I swear before God I will not lie with
you again!" Her eyes flashed blue fire. "If you take me again while I
am your slave, I will kill myself." She looked into his eyes and he knew
she spoke the truth.

"So be it," he told her, pushing her away from him
even as she felt his seed slide down her leg.

He struggled with his emotions just as she did with hers. He
knew he could not hold her this way.

"Since lying with me is such a disgusting chore, you
may go back to being the harem bather," he said.

Katharine almost disagreed with him until she saw his face.
It was set and stony and she realized she was pushing him too far. She watched
his handsome face and knew he was claiming a piece of her heart already. She
worried that she would become nothing to him, though. That she could not face.

"I will notify Bashasha," he said, and Katharine
nodded. "And you will stay here in the palace as a worker. No longer a
slave."

Katharine looked up in surprise, but he was already leaving
the bath.

***

Katharine entered the harem and passed by Bashasha, who had
already been told by a eunuch that Katharine was to resume her bathing duties.

"What ails you, little one?" she asked the young
woman, but Katharine had already turned away to lie upon her pillows and
blankets in the corner.

She cried silently so no one would hear her. She had given
her virginity and heart away to a man who could never love her. She was a fool.

***

The foreign men left the palace after business had been
completed and the palace activities returned to normal. The harem women
continued on as before, and Katharine was surprised that the sheik only
requested Farasha to attend him.

"Bashasha, why has the sheik not requested any of the
other women?" she asked one day as they folded silk blankets together.

Bashasha rolled her eyes at the young woman.

"Bashasha?" She repeated.

"You are a silly girl," came the reply from
Bashasha.

"Why?" Katharine asked, confused.

"You know why, little one."

"I truly don't." Katharine said, as she handed a
vibrant orange silk blanket to Bashasha.

"Farasha is the only women in the harem who enjoys anal
sex."

"Anal sex?"

"Sex in the bottom."

"Oh," Katharine answered, turning pink at the
mention of it. "So?"

"Well, I assume that because the sheik cannot have the
woman he wants above all else, then no one else will do. So sex with Farasha
will suffice."

Katharine turned her large eyes to Bashasha and then turned
away.

"I see," Katharine said, resigned. But her heart
thudded unnaturally as she thought of the sheik keeping himself from all but
one of the women because he could not have her.