The Sheik and the Slave

“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.

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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.