The Sheik's Son

“Logical end?”

“You on your back with something thick inside you.”

Sophie blushed darkly.

“Checkmate,” Sebastian said.

“Excuse me.” She left the table.

Sebastian watched her mix with Madame Necker, and he asked Etienne to join him for a game of billiards.

***

Later that evening, Etienne went into his room, locking the door as he went. He stripped naked and flopped into bed. He was not tired, just irritated. He had been teased by that little virgin and needed relief.

He would have to visit Juliette’s brothel when he returned to Paris. He would be sure to ask for a brown haired, blue-eyed beauty. One who looked like Leila, with sweet feminine curves and luscious lips.

He felt his cock swell and harden and he almost groaned. It had been almost an hour since he had returned to his room when he felt the bed shift with the weight of another person.

The light was so low from the fireplace that he had to adjust his eyes to the darkness. He saw the shimmering dark hair around her and the temptress smile.

“Leila?” he asked, confused.

“Yes, my darling.”

She was sleek and naked and he was sure this was a dream.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

She had planned it perfectly. She had excused herself from the dinner with a headache and had gone upstairs. Once upstairs, she had changed into a simple shift, combed her hair and perfumed herself.

Then she had slipped into Etienne’s room and hidden herself away in the armoire until he had fallen asleep. She knew that sleep and the wine would make him agreeable.

“You have?” Etienne was confused.

He had locked the door. He remembered doing it, so this was a dream. A very real dream.

She was kissing his neck, his mouth and chest. It was an erotic dream. She was slender and suddenly on top of him. Straddling him, she smiled down at him while that dark brown hair was tumbling down her shoulders and back. He moved his hands along her thighs, hips, waist and breasts. She was delicious.

“Leila.” He breathed out the name.

“I’m here. I’m yours,” she whispered into his ear.

Her breasts were in his hands and he was so hard. He was rock hard and wanted the slippery wetness that she could give him. He bucked his hips against hers.

She put one small hand around his cock and moved up and down the shaft.

“Oh, god. Leila.”

“My darling Etienne.”

She put her mouth to the tip of the shaft and felt him buck against her. Jesus, he thought.

Leila smiled. She had complete power over him. He was hers. She felt the wetness between her thighs and knew it would be all right. He would take her virginity. This was right. This was the way it was supposed to be.

She wanted to straddle him but she also wanted him to be on top. She wanted him to be in control. Would he do it?

She moved to lie next to him sighing into him. “I’m yours, Etienne. Only yours.”