The Sheik and the Slave

He grasped her small chin in his large hand.

"As a lady within my household,” he corrected her. “As a lady who can converse intelligently, as Yasmeen cannot."

Katharine held her tongue as he spoke the last sentence.

"And tonight?" she asked him.

"Yes?" he replied. His liquid brown eyes held hers.

"What would you have me do tonight?" she asked, fearing his answer.

He pulled her to him and opened the towel at the junction of her legs. One long, sun-darkened finger licked into her tight pussy that was dripping and longing for his cock.

"What would you like to do tonight?" he asked, mocking her.

She blushed darkly and said, "Yasmeen is your wife. I am your prisoner. By the laws of my God, what you ask of me is a sin. As a whore, it is adultery. As a woman, adultery. You think because I am in this place, that I can forget the rules and laws that I was raised by?" She tried to pull away, but he would not allow it.

"And if Yasmeen was not my wife? If you were my wife?" he asked. He pulled her to him so tightly that she had to look up into his dark face.

"What game do you play?" she asked. Her heart thundered.

"I asked you a question, Lady Katharine Fairfax. If you were my wife, what then?"

His handsome face was serious. She saw no mockery.

Katharine shook her head, but saw that he would hear her response. "If I was your wife, you would be my husband. By English law, I could deny you nothing. You would have my dowry and my body." She spoke to him and he watched those lips, so full and seductive, move as she spoke. It hardened him.

He moved his finger into her again and her pussy dripped for him. Katharine gasped at the intrusion and the pleasure he caused her. He removed his finger and she watched as he sucked his finger with her juices still on it. She closed her towel tightly and almost stumbled, stepping away from him.

"I will tell Bashasha. You will attend me at the Banquet."

She lowered her head.

"And tonight you will come to me," he told her harshly.

She began to protest.

"Yes. I will have you with me tonight, if for nothing more than to read me to sleep and be beside me when I wake up," he said calmly. Even as he said the words, he knew it was a farce. It was a dangerous game.

Katharine’s voice rang through the room when she asked, "Read? Sleep?"

"Yes. If you want more from me, I am sorry. All I require tonight is a good book."

Katharine shuddered. To sleep beside his warm body and not feel his touch would be torture.

Mohammed strode out of the bathhouse. Why play this dangerous game? he asked himself. With the hot and cold falcon, he would get no sleep, just an unsatisfied cock.

Katharine watched him leave the harem and knew her resolve was breaking. I must find a way to escape the palace and escape him, she thought. Before it is too late.

Chapter 5

Bashasha lowered her head quietly and waited for the great sheik to speak. She had been summoned before him and prayed to Allah that neither she nor any of the harem girls had angered him.

“Praise be to Allah, great sheik. I am yours to command,” she spoke, head lowered, waiting for the young man’s reply.

Mohammed watched the older woman in a compliant position and smiled fondly. She had always been a figure in the household. As a young girl, she had been a lowly servant in the kitchens

. As she gained experience and showed competence in her work, she had become supervisor of the palace kitchens. As she aged, her pleasing manner and relationships with other servants caused the sheik to place her as chief of the harem. Often, this role was given to the mother of the sheik or a Chief Eunuch, but because of her service and his regard for her, Bashasha ruled over the harem. It was a great honor that required skill in keeping the women happy, free from bickering, and pleasuring the sheik above all else.