The Sheikh's Furious Prisoner (The Quabeca Sheiks 1)

“Are you okay?” Basil asked her. His voice was filled with genuine concern. She nodded and sat up.

“I'm not ready.” She was looking down and covering her thighs with her dress. Basil studied her. She seemed timid. It made sense. She had not been touching him much; she only kissed him back and held onto his arms. And she was so tight, like one that was untouched.

“You are a virgin,” Basil said and looked away. He ran his hand through his hair.

Saja hesitated, “Yes,” she replied quietly.

“You should have told me.”

“Would you have believed me?”

Saja was right Basil thought to himself. He had already assumed that she wasn't. He was disappointed in himself for how he had acted. Just because of how she dressed and where she lived, he had concluded that she was promiscuous.

“I apologise,” he said quietly. It was unlike him to apologise. He never apologised to

anyone for anything. He kissed her on the forehead and began to walk out the room. For the first time, Saja could see sincerity in his eyes. He had always been so arrogant and harsh with her. Today, he had told her father off for her. He had stood up for her. When he found out that she was a virgin, he obeyed her wishes and stopped. He did not seem angry about it. In the past, her relationships had broken because of it. The men wanted to bed her and she had refused. As result, she did not bother with relationships and focused on her education. It astonished her that the one person she disliked so much was the one who respected her virtue.

“Basil, wait!” Saja called after him.

He turned, and was greeted by the sight of Saja completely naked, apart from bright pink panties. She was truly beautiful. “Yes, Saja?”

“Don’t go.”

Before Basil could reply, Saja had her arms around his neck and was kissing him deeply. Basil scooped her up and took her to the bed, placing her down gently.

Kissing his way slowly down her body, “I’ve waited so long for this,” he told her as he lightly tugged at her soft nipples. At Saja’s moan of pleasure, he continued to kiss his way down her body, his fingers tracing every inch of her body. He had waited so long, and he was going to enjoy every moment. Lifting her hips, he drew her panties off and tossed them off the side of the bed.

Lifting her legs, he kissed her feet before working his way back up. As he reached the inside of her thighs, he soft nipped her before placing small kisses as he continued to work his way up. Saja let out a groan, as he rubbed her hips before lifting her to his eager mouth. She writhed beneath him as he tightened his grip and increased the intensity. Licking up her slit, he quickly found her clit and whirled his tongue around it as Saja bucked against him. Is this what I’ve been missing? she questioned herself.

Saja felt paralysed with pleasure. She could only lay there and groan, as he touched her in places she had never been touched before. Her insides were dancing around as Saja could feel pressure gradually building inside her. Sliding one finger gently inside her, he pumped it slowly in and out, as Saja rocked her hips along with him. Satisfied that she was ready, he positioned himself in front of her.

“Look at me, betrothed,” he said. His voice had grown husky, as he waited for Saja to look at him. Adjusting her hips, he wrapped her legs around his waist as he leaned forward. Kissing her, he slowly plundered her mouth as he entered her. When he felt a barrier, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as he pushed forward. Saja opened her eyes at the flash of pain, but it was gone just as fast as it had come. Smiling down at her, he kissed her and he began to move in and out, slowly building a rhythm. As her body adjusted to his size, Saja felt the pressure inside her building to intensity again. Tightening her legs around him, she encouraged him to move faster. “Don’t stop!”

Saja’s heart was beating faster and faster. She felt the tension deep in her body continue to build. Her toes curled and she held onto his strong, thick arms. She could not take it any longer as pleasure rocked her body. As she cried out his name, she arched against him, as she tightened around him. Continuing to stroke in and out, he tried to hold out longer, but her clenching was too much and he quickly reached his release as his body shuddered. He collapsed next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

***

It was time for the finalisation of the treaty. Prince Al-Qadir met up with the other sheiks at their previous location. They spoke about their terms before they signed the final document. The Prince chose to cut El-Tamar out of the agreement and ordered him to relinquish the last of his properties to cover the embezzlement.

“That is too much your highness,” El-Tamar said. He realised he was about to lose the last of what he had.

“You are lucky I am not taking you on as servant,” The Prince replied. He was furious with him. He wanted to punish him for lying to him, stealing from him and most of all for treating Saja as if she was a piece of property that he could trade whenever he pleased.

“Have mercy on me.”

“You should have thought about that from the beginning.”

The other sheiks whispered amongst themselves. They were unaware of El-Tamar's illegal activities. Most of them had respected him. They had seen him as a man of integrity. Now his legacy was turning into shame all because of his recent stupid mistakes.

“I will also strip you of your title as a Sheik,” the Prince said to him. El-Tamar's face turned red. His life was truly over. He dropped to his knees and wept. There weren’t any other options. He could not get himself out of this situation. He could not even ask Saja to help him. She hated him.

The Prince walked out of the tent and headed back home. Badir quizzed him about his decision regarding El-Tamar all the way home. Badir thought that stripping him of his title was excessive.

“The man deserved all that came to him,” Basil replied. He felt justified in his actions.

“Your decision seemed to be influenced by your growing fondness for Miss Saja,” Badir replied.

“Fondness.” Basil laughed sardonically. “You think my judgement is affected? My feelings or lack of them have not changed from the first day I met her,” he added.