The Sheik and the Slave

His fingers wound into her long golden hair as he held her head still. "You're only duty is to me!” he told her. “When I call you, you come. Whether I call you to bathe me or to lie beneath me, you will come!"

"I am not one of your whores!" she cried in desperation.

Yasmeen was right! Katharine thought. She would be used until he tired of her and then she would be discarded.

Mohammed struggled with his emotions. She was so proud and lovely, but he couldn't let her see the power she held over him. He could not afford to show any weakness.

"You are my slave by law in this land. If I command you to bathe me, then you will. If I summon you to my bed, you will come. And I will have you as you were last night, in my arms, warm and womanly, with your pussy surrounding my cock." His last words were coarse and raw and meant to offend her.

"Then you will rape me every night, because I will never come to you. I will come because you order it, but I will never come willingly," Kat replied defiantly. Her blue eyes glistened in the low light as his hands weaved out of her hair.

"Rape?" he asked. He almost smiled, but stopped himself. His warm, large hands slid down her slim arms as her breath quickened. The water had made the linen shift see-through. His fingers flicked across her tightened nipple.

"Rape?" he mused again, and smiled this time. He bent to kiss her soft mouth, but she turned away from him. His mouth touched her fragile neck and he bit her lightly. She gasped aloud in the small room and he pulled her slim body tightly to his.

His cock ached to be inside her, as it had been last night. The tight pussy had held him and rippled around him. He had dreamed of it again.

"You don't know the meaning of rape. You just don't want to admit that you need this, princess,” he breathed into her ear as she closed her eyes.

He spun her around and moved the shift up over her legs and to her waist. He bent her over the side of the pool as water splashed all around them.

"Tell me you want this, princess," he growled to her and she felt his cock hard against her ass.

He would not take her anally. Not yet. But he noticed with satisfaction that she moved against him. She wanted to act the virgin, even as she creamed and yearned for him to fuck her.

Katharine shook her head, but her pussy was wet already. She wanted his cock inside her. She couldn't take much more waiting and trembling. She couldn't deny in her heart that she wanted him. Her small nails scraped into the marble tiles as she held onto them.

He stroked her small twin globes and noticed she trembled like an Arabian mare before the taking.

"Little falcon," he breathed into her ear as he leaned over her bent body.

He spread her ass cheeks apart and fondled the small tiny button that had never been breached.

"No!" she said, startled. She shook her head vigorously. He massaged the outside of the puckered little star and then moved to touch her pussy, which was wet, as he knew it would be.

He took his cock in his one hand and guided it to her entrance. “Beg for it, princess,” he said.

“I won’t,” she cried out.

“Beg,” he taunted her.

He knew she wanted it and he also knew that she had so much power over him that she frightened him. He could never let her know how much.

"Please," Katharine murmured, as his cock rammed into her tight pussy.

It is so delicious, Mohammed thought. He pulled the linen shift over her head even as his cock anchored her to him. She was now sleek and naked with the water from the pool sloshing around them.

He used her breasts to anchor her to him as he pounded in and out of her. His hands moved down the length of her body and he grabbed onto her hips. The slapping of her ass against his hips echoed in the room as the water sloshed inside the small pool.

He could hear her delicate cries of passion as he pounded her. He knew she wanted this. It was a natural act between a man and a woman. He could feel her trembling and reaching her peak as she cried and his seed splashed the walls of her vagina.

He pulled out of her and watched her remain standing but turned away from him. She thought to herself that she had to pull herself together, to show him that she was calm.

"Is that all, sir?" she asked, with her back to him.

Mohammed gritted his teeth and turned her to face him.

"What are you most ashamed about, princess? The fact that I forced you – or the fact that you liked it?"