The Sheik and the Slave (7 page)

“
A
sheik in the next village came to see me today,
”
he said.

Katharine kept her face away from his. If he was going to
rape her, he would get no response from her.

“
He
offered me a small fortune for the white-haired beauty in my harem.
”

Katharine whipped her head to face him and her startled blue
eyes met his brown ones.

“
You
’
ve sold me!?
”
she asked. In one quick
movement, she attacked him. She struck his face and tried to claw him before he
grabbed both her hands and pulled them above her head.

“
Little
falcon, be still!
”
he told her harshly.
“
No
woman has ever dared strike me.
”

He was in awe and in anger. Their breathing was heavy as his
body pushed into hers. His hard muscular one melted into her soft body. His
cock ached to be inside her little cunt, and his anger made him want her all
the more.

She arched into him and then tried to pull away.
“
Let me go,
”
she said.

“
Hmm,
”
he murmured lowly. His
one hand held her two hands prisoners as his other hand pressed into her soft
curves, feeling over her breasts, hips, and thighs. His fingers moved into the
loose garment and delved into the tight passage. She was very wet.

“
Deny,
deny, deny, but you want me too, princess,
”
he whispered into her ear, causing goose pimples to break out on her arms.

Katharine shook her head but said nothing.

“
The
penalty for striking a sheik is death, even for a woman. For that, you must
pay,
”
he said. He
pulled her pants off her in a quick movement so that she was naked from the
waist down.

“
You
like being a bather? Bathing the women, readying them for me?
”
he murmured into her ear
as his hips pressed her legs apart, spreading them.

She struggled in his arms but to no avail. It would be over
soon. He would press, break and claim her virginity, and there was nothing she
could do about it. She wanted to lie still and she wanted to fight him. She
wanted to cry and she wanted to give in.

“
Lie
still, little falcon. I do this for my favorites only,
”
he murmured against her temple. She
shuddered as she felt his cheek against hers.

Katharine was confused. He had sex with everyone, so what
was special about it? But instead, she said coldly told him,
“
I am not your favorite.
”

He had settled between her thighs and told her,
“
No, princess. But you are
mine.
”

He moved between her legs and thrilled at seeing her
alabaster long legs against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers touched into her
pussy lips and spread them. Her little lips were so dainty and he knew she was
a virgin. His fingers opened up the lips and his finger delved inside. One
finger only, so as not to harm her. She would be very tight.

When Katharine felt him open her lips, she almost fainted.
The sensations came crashing down upon her and she moved into him. She felt him
insert one finger into her and she moaned, covering her mouth with one hand.
She was embarrassed and flushed.

“
Please,
no,
”
Katharine
gasped and thrashed her head from side to side. She clenched the bedcovers
around them in her fists as he moved his mouth over her pussy and his tongue
lapped into her like a cat with its cream.

“
Oh
God,
”
Katharine
said, and she arched her back as he moved his tongue inside her wet pussy.

“
Please,
please,
”
she said.
Whether she begged him to stop or continue, she didn
’
t know. She was past coherent thought.

Mohammed watched her as she arched her back and thrust her
pussy into his mouth. Her skin was a dusky pink, and her cheeks were flushed.

His hands grasped her thighs and kept them apart as she moaned.
His breath fanned the small curls around her pussy, and his finger was inserted
inside her as his mouth continued.

“
Let
go, princess. Let yourself go,
”
he said. He continued the assault on her moist pussy until she gasped and cried
out and climaxed loudly. Her cries filled the air and he spilled his cream for
the second time.

He grinned and reeled in supreme male ego as she inched away
from him, pulling on her loose pantaloons.

“
Princess,
”
he said as he pulled her
to him,
“
I didn
’
t take your virginity. I
could have, but I did not.
”

“
No.
You shame and whore me in every other way,
”
she said, looking away from him.

Mohammed hated the willpower of this little golden-haired
falcon.

“
Should
I sell you to the neighboring sheik then?
”
he asked. He waited to hear her response.

“
Do
as you will,
”
Katharine spoke lowly.

Mohammed cringed. She would rather leave him than become his
woman in the harem.

He admired her legs and bottom as she moved away from him
and stood to leave the room. Suddenly, he knew the way to wear her down. She
was innocent, but she was also passionate and young. Her body was made for
pleasure, and he would be the one to teach her.

“
I
shall tell Bashasha, you are to be my bather from now on,
”
he said calmly.

Katharine turned to him, her blue eyes wide with fear.

“
No.
I prefer the harem,
”
she replied nervously.

“
This
is not a request, princess,
”
he told her. He watched her struggle as their wills clashed while he dressed.
It was a supreme and grand foreplay between them.

“
Why?
”
she cried.
“
You want to torture me.
Taunt me, tease me. Make love to me until all that is left is you,
”
Katharine cried as he
came to her and grasped her upper arms in his.

“
No,
princess, you are the tease, the taunt. The one who flaunts her body and knows
that I have all the power and yet you remain a virgin. You deny me, yet touch
yourself in front of me. And did I rape you?
”
He ground out the words as he held her close.

Katharine flushed at his vulgar words.

“
Let
me go back to England. Please,
”
she asked. She cringed at her subservient position.
“
You have a harem full of beautiful women.
One worthless woman cannot matter so much.
”

“
I
will never let you go,
”
he told her quietly as their eyes met.

“
You
would prefer a broken woman?
”
Katharine asked, shocked that he would not release her.

“
Broken?
”
He snorted and released
her from his grip.
“
The
little hoyden who hit me is broken? Ha! The woman who mocks me and would rather
be a bather than in my harem is broken? Broken indeed.
”

Katharine turned to go, but he pulled her back to his chest.
His body was muscular and warm while hers was soft and cool.

“
And
princess, you are anything but worthless,
”
he said. His mouth touched her ear and his hands pulled her bottom into his
hard cock.

“
You
are worth the entire harem and more. And I will have you,
”
he said. With that, he
finally released her and walked away.

Chapter
3

Katharine slept little that night. She didn
’
t know why she taunted
him. Maybe she did enjoy teasing him, but she knew she could never give into
him. Once he claimed her, she would grow to hate him, so she could not submit.

She hated the harem and its women but she had forged a
simple friendship with Bashasha for all her strange and foreign ways. The older
woman was kind and motherly and looked after the harem women to make sure they
were healthy.

As his bather, Katharine would be sent for whenever he
required her, and she would be in contact with him much more so than before.
She cringed at the thought. She had considered running away, but she was a
foreigner in this land; her hair and eyes would be difficult to hide. If she
ran, the sheik would find her and bring her back. If that happened, she would
be made to submit to his will if for no other reason than his pride amongst the
tribe and his people. She would require help to escape and that remained always
in her mind.

Yasmeen, the Sheik
’
s
wife, continued to ignore her for the most part, and for that Katharine was
grateful. Once the beautiful sulky bride learned of Kat
’
s new duties, she would surely be a target
for abuse. As for the rest of the harem women, they ignored her and she was
content with being alone.

The harem women had settled into their life at the palace
and were much happier than they had been in their own villages. Many of them
would have been sold to elderly men as wives or would have had to sell their
bodies for money. Though Islam considered this practice a sin, it occurred
everywhere, especially when the families had no sons and only daughters.
Sometimes a sister was sold to help a brother achieve a higher status. Thus,
the harem women were well cared for, fed, and led very idle lives in the
palace.

***

Abdullah watched the Sheik absorbed in his work. They had
finished court and he had watched Mohammed settle many problems that day. He
was wise and fair, much like his father before him.

He could see Mohammed
’
s
mind had drifted, and Abdullah knew exactly who he was thinking about. Abdullah
kept one of the harem women well-stocked with opium and she, in turn, spied for
him. She had informed him that the white girl recently sold to the harem was
raging a battle with the sheik. She would not share his bed and she had been
made a bather by the sheik.

Abdullah loved and respected his sheik and worried about
this new intrusion into their way of life. He thought about selling the
“
Sahera
”
to another sheik, but
that would not be possible. Mohammed would not allow the witch to be sold.

He worried constantly for Mohammed and prayed to Allah to
bring him a son from the little minx Yasmeen. But after years of marriage,
Yasmeen had only birthed two daughters. In truth, Yasmeen was probably only
good for bed sport. She was not overly educated and was certainly not worthy of
being the mother of the next sheik. Mohammed must marry again. But how could
Abdullah broach such a subject? It was disconcerting. He prayed to Allah for
guidance.

“
Abdullah,
you are my most trusted friend and adviser,
”
Mohammed said. His dark eyes drifted over to the large, well-built middle aged
man in robes.

“
I
am. And long may you reign well upon this Earth, praise be to Allah,
”
Abdullah replied. He
bowed slightly.

“
Thank
you, my friend,
”
Mohammed said sincerely.
“
I
must speak with you upon a matter of great delicacy but much importance.
”

Abdullah nodded and moved closer to the man in order to give
him his full attention.

“
I
think the time has come for a second wife,
”
Mohammed said.

Abdullah began to speak, but Mohammed stopped him by raising
a hand.

“
Yasmeen
has been a dutiful wife. I have no complaints. She has been everything a man
could hope for while remaining modest in all other respects. But she has
birthed only two daughters and I cannot accept this. I will keep her as the
first wife, but I must take a second. Once a young woman has been accepted, I
am certain a son will be born.
”

“
Praise
be to Allah,
”
Abdullah bowed in respect.
“
I
have prayed upon this.
”

“
I
have decided upon my second wife,
”
Mohammed continued.

Abdullah waited, wondering if perhaps it might be the lovely
young princess Amira in the next village; she would come of age shortly.

“
I
want the young English girl from the harem,
”
Mohammed said decisively.
“
I
will accept no one else.
”

Oh no
, Abdullah thought. He watched his friend
’
s eyes and knew he was
serious.
No! No one would accept a white girl with skin the color of goat
’
s curdled milk and
from the land of Infidels to be their Queen. No one
.

In one moment his prayers had been answered. In the next,
everything had turned sour. This could not be.

“
My
lord,
”
Abdullah
began, but he couldn
’
t
finish. What could he say? This was disastrous. He of all men knew that women
had their place and were taken as brides, performed their duties, and had sons.
But this? This was not what he expected.

Mohammed nodded.
“
We
will speak of this later. I have much to prepare.
”