The Sheik and the Slave

He watched as her eyes flashed up to meet his. Here was his little falcon.

"Whether I liked it or not doesn't matter. I'm your whore now," she said, as she shrugged her slim shoulders.

Mohammed was angry. "You are not my whore," he told her.

"Summon me tonight with one of the other girls. Initiate me into group sex. I have heard of it from the harem women. Send me to pleasure one of the foreign men. I'm sure they would enjoy me," she said, testing his resolve. Her eyes were flat now. She had enjoyed the sex more than she cared to admit, but wondered what would happen when he tired of her, which was sure to happen.

Mohammed grabbed her shoulders. "Stop it! I will share you with no one!" he yelled insid

e the room.

Katharine tried to pull away from him. She said, "Send me to do other work in your palace, for I swear before God I will not lie with you again!" Her eyes flashed blue fire. "If you take me again while I am your slave, I will kill myself." She looked into his eyes and he knew she spoke the truth.

"So be it," he told her, pushing her away from him even as she felt his seed slide down her leg.

He struggled with his emotions just as she did with hers. He knew he could not hold her this way.

"Since lying with me is such a disgusting chore, you may go back to being the harem bather," he said.

Katharine almost disagreed with him until she saw his face. It was set and stony and she realized she was pushing him too far. She watched his handsome face and knew he was claiming a piece of her heart already. She worried that she would become nothing to him, though. That she could not face.

"I will notify Bashasha," he said, and Katharine nodded. "And you will stay here in the palace as a worker. No longer a slave."

Katharine looked up in surprise, but he was already leaving the bath.

***

Katharine entered the harem and passed by Bashasha, who had already been told by a eunuch that Katharine was to resume her bathing duties.

"What ails you, little one?" she asked the young woman, but Katharine had already turned away to lie upon her pillows and blankets in the corner.

She cried silently so no one would hear her. She had given her virginity and heart away to a man who could never love her. She was a fool.

***

The foreign men left the palace after business had been completed and the palace activities returned to normal. The harem women continued on as before, and Katharine was surprised that the sheik only requested Farasha to attend him.

"Bashasha, why has the sheik not requested any of the other women?" she asked one day as they folded silk blankets together.

Bashasha rolled her eyes at the young woman.

"Bashasha?" She repeated.

"You are a silly girl," came the reply from Bashasha.

"Why?" Katharine asked, confused.

"You know why, little one."

"I truly don't." Katharine said, as she handed a vibrant orange silk blanket to Bashasha.

"Farasha is the only women in the harem who enjoys anal sex."

"Anal sex?"

"Sex in the bottom."

"Oh," Katharine answered, turning pink at the mention of it. "So?"