The Sheik and the Slave

"What do you want?" she asked warily as she clung to the towel.

Her hair was lovely, pulled up onto her head, with small little curls escaping everywhere. Her eyes were so expressive; he could barely wait to thrust into her and watch them change colors.

He stood before her and said, "There is a banquet tonight. You will attend me."

"You mean bathe you in public?" Katharine asked, shocked.

Mohammed smiled.

"No,” he explained. “I want you to sit with me and eat. Nothing more."

"I cannot. Your wife would be furious," Katharine said, not wanting to incur the hot little Yasmeen's temper, who was sure to find out about this.

"I command this. Yasmeen commands nothing."

"Please. Your whim this evening is that I attend you. Yet tomorrow you will be gone, and I will go back to the harem and incur her wrath."

"I command this. Yasmeen will not harm you," he said. He reached up and withdrew her combs, letting her hair fall into a mass of gold around her face and neck.

"And never bind your hair up when I summon you," he said, placing the combs in her hands.

"You never summon me. I'm not a harem girl," she said. She tried to look away from his mouth as she remembered his warm mouth on her.

"No, you're not," he said. He watched her as she watched his mouth. He was a man who knew desire. He knew when a woman wanted him, and she could not hide it.

His lips touched her ear and bit it lightly. Goose pimples broke out along her arms.

"Come to me tonight. Not because I command it, but because you want to," he whispered. His voice was so low he barely recognized himself. He wanted this little falcon and no one else.

"I will attend the banquet," Katharine sighed.

"No," he spoke in her ear again. "Come to me tonight. After the banquet. After the festivities. When night is settled. When the dignitaries are visiting with the women, when the princess should be sleeping on her mat and pillows. Come to me. Come to me," he whispered.

"No. I won't," she said. She shook her head, feeling the juices pooling between her legs.

"Don't you desire me, princess?" he asked softly.

"No, I don't," she lied. Their eyes locked.

"You don't?"

"No," she said. She swallowed nervously.

"So why did you cry my name as you climaxed?" he asked. His eyes met her shocked ones.

"You were spying?" Katharine said, embarrassed.

"Yes. And I have been emptied of seed again because of you."

Katharine turned her head away from him. Then, he changed the subject casually.

"You have been to many grand dinners, no doubt, as the daughter of a lord."

“Yes,” she answered.

"Then you will attend me tonight in a fine gown. You will smile, enjoy the dinner, converse, and impress these men who have come for business with me," he explained to her.

"As your whore," she spat out.