The Sheik and the Slave

Katharine blushed again at his pet name and knew he knew she hated it. Then, she sponged his strong muscled legs and feet submerged under the water, while looking away from him.

He watched her eyes dart around, trying not to look at him, and he smiled. The tips of her hair had fallen into the water as she bent over to sponge his legs and feet. He picked a lock of her blonde hair and brought it to his nose. It smelled of vanilla.

“Stop,” she breathed out quietly and tried to straighten up. She didn’t want to be alone with him. She felt weak and anxious. She was touching him in places she should not and knew that he relished every moment.

“I’m not fully bathed yet,” he sighed into her ear as he held her slim wrists to him. They both knew only his cock remained unwashed.

“Yes, you are,” she argued.

“Do you want the sponge or your mouth to finish the last part of me?” he asked softly.

She blushed deeply and her blue eyes met his brown ones.

“That is a whore’s trick. Send for one of them,” she said. She tried not to look at his large cock underneath the water.

“I want you,” he spoke lowly in her ear. She tried to escape his grasp.

His face was so handsome, she thought. Bronzed and beautiful, with cutting cheekbones and his facial hair seemed more suited for a pirate than a sheik.

“Please,” she breathed out.

It suddenly occurred to him that she never called him anything. She never spoke to him. She had never called him sir, or sheik, and certainly never Mohammed, because no woman did. He suddenly wanted desperately to hear his name on her little rosebud lips. He ached to hear her call his name, just as she would one day in the midst of her orgasm when his cock filled her tight pussy.

“I will give you leave today, in return for a favor,” he told her.

Katharine almost felt elated and then shuddered, wondering what he would ask of her. “Yes?” she replied.

“I would hear you speak my name,” he said. His heartbeat felt heavy.

“I’m sorry?” she asked. Katharine didn’t understand.

“My name. I would hear it on your lips in lieu of no more washing.”

Katharine could feel his large hands still encircling her slim wrists and the sponge beneath her right hand. Her hands had been resting on his thighs as he held her close to him. He sat reclining on the small bench underneath the water while she stood in the water before him.

“Y-your name?” she stuttered.

“Yes, princess. My name on your lips. That’s all I require for today. In fact, I will even bathe myself the rest of the day so that you may enquire upon some better skills as a bather from Bashasha,” he spoke sarcastically as she looked into his eye

s.

Her eyes were so blue, and he found himself wanting to drown in them.

“But why?” she asked him, unsure. Why did it matter? Why should she say his name? She was nothing to him.

“I would hear it, little falcon,” he replied. He remained in the water, but his cock had grown and hardened. He wanted her. He ached to break apart her slim hymen and watch as she turned dusky pink from their lovemaking.

He released her wrists from under the water and she suddenly turned away from him. As she turned away from him, he reached under the water and stroked his cock. Oh, what a mistake! It hardened and lengthened, readying itself for the pussy it wanted. He wanted no other woman than the little virgin who stood before him.

Her hair cascaded down her back and he wanted to tie it around his fist and bend her over the bath’s walls and pound into her. She would cry and beg him for more… he knew she would. All women did.

Katharine did not want to do as he asked. Speaking his name aloud seemed so intimate, and she was sure no other harem woman did that. Why? Why was he asking this? Why not force her to submit?

He closed his eyes as he stroked his throbbing cock and then released it as she turned around.

“Very well. I don’t remember your name, so you’ll have to tell me again,” she said. Katharine’s eyes were downcast as she spoke the last part, still clutching the sponge.

“Certainly,” he agreed.