The Sheik and the Slave

All of sudden Mohammed growled and asked her, "Why? Why do you smell of jasmine?"

Katharine shivered.

"I don't know. I want to have a part of you with me," she replied.

He cupped her face in his hands.

"Sweet heart, you have all of me," he said.

Mohammed pulled her from the couch and into his lap on the floor.

Outside the curtains the comic opera continue, but inside the locked box, Mohammed made love to Katharine.

Katharine's legs straddled Mohammed's waist as he moved her skirts up, admiring her silk encased legs. She was so lovely. His hands moved her closer to him as he unbuttoned his breeches.

"Mohammed," Katharine began to object.

"Katharine, this is natural. You need me and I need you."

He had taken her quickly in her bedroom because he’d wanted her so badly. This time he moved slowly and kissed her neck, threading his fingers into the white powered hair.

“Oh, Katharine,” he whispered. He knew it then, what he felt for her. He knew with absolute certainty.

Katharine moved her hands on his shoulders as he positioned her over his throbbing cock.

She used his shoulders to set the rhythm and he slid into her. They both sighed in relief; the pleasure was too intense.

Katharine cried out. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as she began to ride him.

"Katharine," he breathed her name into her mouth as he kissed her again. “Dearest,” he continued.

She began to shudder and then climaxed as Mohammed pushed into her tightness and released his seed into her. His arms remained wrapped around her, and her forehead rested against his.

Mohammed began to pull down her skirts, but suddenly stopped. His hands moved to her belly, which was slightly rounded, and then he cursed. Mohammed stood up, dragging Katharine with him.

“What are you doing?” She was insulted at his treatment of her.

"When were you going to tell me, Katharine?" he demanded. His voice and face were unflinching.

"What are you talking about?" she asked. He could see confusion in her eyes.

Mohammed waited a moment and then spoke.

"You're pregnant,” he told her.

Katharine stared at him, unable to realize the truth, and then it hit her. She’d had morning sickness, strange dreams, and was sleepy all the time. She was pregn

ant.

“Is it mine?” he asked.

Katharine looked shocked and then struck him. “You bastard!” she hissed. “You took my virginity, set out to make me your whore, and then you accuse me of infidelity? You, with a harem full of women!”

Mohammed knew she was telling the truth. The child was his. “Katharine,” he began.

“No! You take advantage of me, accuse me of deceiving you, and then regret it?" she continued, pulling away from him.

"If you think the next sheik of Arabia is going to be raised by some dandy Englishman, you are mad!" he said, willing himself not to drag her before a clergyman that very night.