The Sheik's Son

“I will. I’m sorry I didn’t come to you at first. I was ashamed. Everything you said was right. He did find me.” She looked down at him and he brushed the hair back from her face.

“But no more. It is over. He can blackmail you no longer. Now it is just you and me.”

Sebastian moved his hands under Sophie’s petticoats and over her silk stockings and garters. His fingers moved past the tight curls and into her slick passage. She sighed in his ear and rested her hands on his shoulders.

He unbuttoned his breeches and pulled himself out and settled her over his thick cock.

“Go slowly. Set the pace,” he instructed her.

She didn’t understand at first but moved her body over his shaft, sliding down upon it.

“My God!” she whispered as he filled her fully and completely. It was a new sensation that she enjoyed greatly.

“That’s it.” His hands were on her hips even as she used her hands on his shoulders to move up and down.

She closed her eyes and he watched her face in the firelight. She looked so innocent and lovely. She moved faster and faster and he only wished that he could see her beautiful body underneath the clothes. She gasped and moaned in the salon and Sebastian held on to her hips tightly as he climaxed. She rested her forehead against his.

“I think I quite like being married,” she said.

Sebastian smiled. “And this is just the beginning.”

***

Alain knew someone had been inside his lodgings. He walked around the small room and looked at the books that had been replaced incorrectly on their shelves and the chair which had been moved ever so slightly.

His suspicions were confirmed when he checked the painting and discovered his treasures gone. Damn. He knew he should have kept them in his office. He placed the painting back and remembered his wife, Bridgette. She had always enjoyed the painting, even though it lacked merit and skill.

When he had discovered Bridgette in the arms of her lover, one of many, he had run the man through with his saber and strangled his wife with his bare hands. He had gotten rid of their bodies very easily. The painting had been on the wall at the time of the murders and was a reminder and witness to his crimes. He always smiled when he looked at it and thought of her.

He had no doubt that the dashing and debonair husband was responsible for this. He doubted the intelligent Sophie would risk coming to his lodgings to steal her writings, but Sebastian was such a man who would certainly steal to protect his new bride.

Alain’s passion and desire to become commissioner was stronger than ever. He would not be held back because the blackmail papers were gone. If anything, he would move forward with more vengeance. The papers stolen from Sophie’s father’s office had been helpful and had set the wheels in motion. He would soon be able to bring down a powerful man close to her father and it would help his appointment.

He was suddenly very angry at Sebastian and the little slut, Sophie. She had most likely used her feminine wiles to plead with him and her husband had crept into his lodgings like a criminal and stolen the papers. Even though he himself had stolen the pamphlet writings, the card had been his. He cursed their class and the ease of the world around them.

He never admitted it to Sophie, but he had not ever cared about her revolutionary writings. Indeed, he had only used her to gain access to the more important papers held by her father. Even though he had called her a traitor to king and country, he couldn’t have cared less. For Alain was waiting for the revolution to start, and he actually welcomed it.

Once the revolution began, people like Sebastian and Sophie would be unable to buy their way out of situations, or buy people. Their class would be destroyed and the working class would rise.

He waited with relish for the revolution to begin. Once it did, he would be commissioner and Monsieur and Madame Fairfax would be at his mercy.

***

The wedding of Etienne and Leila was a week away and Sophie was happy to help partake in the final preparations.

Leila and her mother were at the dressmaker’s having final alterations made on the gown and Sophie had been invited as well. The cream-colored satin gown had a square bodice and lace along the elbow-length sleeves. Intricate beading decorated the bodice and skirt and Leila looked exquisite in it.

Sophie was a little jealous, but knew that she had made a bargain with Sebastian and effectively cheated herself out of the wedding she had always dreamed of. Besides, now she was happy and she knew he loved her as she loved him.

Katharine shook her head at the seamstress and Leila smiled at Sophie.

“My mother is so particular,” she murmured, rolling her eyes.

“I want the best for my daughter is all,” Katharine explained.

Katharine had demanded a certain

amount of delicate beading on the bodice but the seamstress was trying to skimp. Katharine would not back down and the seamstress relented.