The Sheik and the Slave

"Dunya," he whispered, as she sank into the sand to join him.

"Adib, no. Anyone could come upon us," she whispered back to him.

"No. Sheik Majeed's brother arrived last night and they are in the main tent taking their meal. We are free to do as we like," he said.

"Adib," she moaned lightly into his ear. Katharine moved closer to the side of the tent where they were. Adib’s hands touched her breasts and the girl spread her legs as he moved between them.

"Dunya, you must know I love you. We could have a wonderful life away from this servitude," Adib said to her.

Katharine’s head fell back as her fingers pushed inside her creamy slit, which was dripping juices as she thought of Mohammed.

Adib pushed Dunya completely onto her back; his robe was thrust aside in haste. He took his cock in hand and pressed against the entrance of her glistening pussy.

"Hurry, please Adib," Dunya said. His cock pressed into her cunt and he began to rock into her.

Katharine could hear their grunts of passion as Adib told the servant girl, "Wrap your legs around me."

Katharine tried to reach her own climax.

"Dunya, say yes. Say you will come with me," Adib said.

Dunya began to climax as Adib spilled his cream into her. He was an awkward lover – too quick to arouse and too quickly finished. But Dunya didn't know the difference, as she had been a virgin before him.

Katharine climaxed quietly inside the tent.

"Say you will come with me tonight. We can set sail within the week. We can go anywhere you wish…say yes. We'll be together, Dunya," he said.

Dunya looked almost lovely in the sand. Her brown body had been sated, and her chunky thighs were still apart as Adib sat between them. Her long hair was messed and tangled.

"Yes. I will go with you tonight," she told him.

***

Majeed entered the tent a few minutes later to see Katharine. His eyes took in her form and he almost shuddered.

He knew that he must not let his brother see his new addition. Mohammed, his eldest brother, had shown up unexpectedly in the middle of the night. Mohammed was respected in his realm, and Majeed had always felt like he was second best. Their father had doted upon Mohammed, and Mohammed had never let their father down.

Mohammed had always been intelligent and wise. He’d given Majeed these lands to oversee and rule as he saw fit. Majeed had married Rana and taken her family in while creating a lasting relationship with the desert people. Mohammed was grateful.

When he arrived, he had said little. He inquired after Rana and his sons, but nothing more.

Majeed enjoyed spending time with Mohammed, but that was before the foreign beauty had come into his life. Now that she was in his home, he wanted to spend time wooing and watching her.

"Did you have your morning meal, beauty?" he asked. Majeed watched her as she looked away from him.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

"Do you enjoy the hospitality here?" he continued.

"You have been very kind," she answered. Her eyes looked away from his. She didn't want to encourage him in any way.

He sat before her and deliberately brushed her stiff nipples with his arm as he settled himself. Katharine scooted back a few inches.

"I only want to be near you," he spoke lowly to her. He knew he was awkward with women and didn’t know how to act. He was not an accomplished lover and seducer like his older brother.

"I prefer you didn't," Kat spoke to him.

"Why?"