The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 3 (Jatar Sheikh 3)

She blushed when she told me, but I also knew how much being loved physically could replenish a heart. I also knew that more than anything, all my mother really needed was to feel as if she mattered and that she was still desirable. I was delighted with her confessions and I hugged her and we both cried together because she was so happy for me that Omar was here.

We ended up staying longer than I’d hoped, but finally after almost three hours, Omar and I made our way to the limousine. He took me back to my apartment so I could grab some stuff and he waited in the car. I knew he was tired and traversing the stairs up to my small home was not going to be easy. I made it quick and left a note for Julie that I wouldn’t be back for probably a couple of days.

I put on the little black dress I’d worn for him the very first time we’d gone out, and he’d taken my virginity. This time I wore a garter set with thigh high stockings and no panties underneath. I wanted to offer him the easiest access possible. Unlike the full on armor of not only panties, but also pantyhose I’d worn that first date.

Once back in the limo, I slid up next to him and took his hand, like he’d done earlier. I set it on my thigh and then blinked at him. He made a rumbling sound in his chest and slowly slid his hand up the ribbon garter, pushing the hem of my dress ever higher. When he discovered my bare skin, he made the one sound that without fail would turn me into a puddle of girl.

His pinky finger parted my soft folds and within seconds I knew what he was feeling as my body lubricated itself unlike it had done since our separation. “Oh god Omar, I’ve missed you.”

He groaned and turned to me, sliding his finger up and into my sheath. He wrapped the long fingers of his other hand around my neck, and he lightly squeezed. Breathing against my lips as he slid his finger in and out of my soaked sheath.

“Ahhh Anna, you have no idea. No idea.” He growled and choked me harder and his thumb pushed on my clit. “I will ravage you this night, and you will melt for me. You will relinquish all of your control to me, you will submit to me and surrender and I will take what is mine.”

“Yes Omar, yes. Oh god.” I whimpered.

I was so close to already orgasming that I panted as he kissed me with the white hot passion of ten men, “Now princess, right this instant, you orgasm for me.”

Without a thought, my body obeyed him. He again made that sound.

He left me sitting there, nothing but a useless pile of flesh and he retreated back against the seat. A very pleased expression on his face. He sniffed his hand, and then he licked his finger and made a sound as if he’d never tasted anything quite so delicious. I continued to make mewling sounds as my body hummed along like a generator. He’d obviously found my throttle and then left me in neutral.

“Omar, I need you inside me.” I whispered.

“Yes you do. Later Goddess. We will dine first, and then I have a suite for us. We will wallow in each other and I will sate a crave I’ve had since the day you left.” He flexed his hand and gave me a lascivious look, “Do you remember my threat just after you left me?”

I scowled at my lap and my cheeks burned, and not just on my face. I stammered, “Um, yeah, something about me needing to be disciplined?”

“Ahhh yes, you do have a good memory. Are you prepared for it?”

I embarrassedly giggled and fake pouted, folding my hands in my lap. “Um, I guess.”

He took me to the only restaurant in Boston I’d never been. L’Espaliar is known throughout the world as one of the finest French dining experiences money can buy. We were alone in a small alcove and a raft of servers and sommeliers waited on us. We drank liberally as the Hors d’oeuvres were delivered one plate after another, and within a half an hour, Omar was more himself. I realized he’d more than likely been suffering through some pain issues and the alcohol was helping. His personality returned in full and he continued to grin at me, and smile to himself with small shakes of his head.

“What? Why do you keep grinning when you look at me?” I asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be smiling to be sitting next to the love of my life? Tell me oh beautiful one, are you not happy to be together once again?” I nodded vigorously in agreement and he chuckled.

“Your hair has grown considerably over the past half year. This pleases m

e, as does the dress and the high heels. This is the outfit you wore on the night I claimed you as mine for eternity.”

“Good memory.”

“Ahhh, as if I could forget a moment of the time I’ve spent with you.”

I giggled and we laughed together, reminiscing about some of our past escapades. The food was fabulous and the meal lasted hours as one course after another was served. While we were waiting for dessert and sipping at our whiskies, he asked.

“Would you like to hear the short of it? The injury?”

“Yes! Please, I am dying to know. You are usually so careful to stay out of harm’s way.”

He leaned back in his chair and popped his neck, “As you know, Armand was incapacitated, and I began taking a larger leadership role in the extermination of the rebels. I was still careful, but getting less so as we routed out more and more hives. On this particular expedition, my intelligence believed they’d found the boaters that shot at you and our wedding ceremony…”

I interrupted him, “Rehearsal.”

His expression was odd, and I couldn’t read it, so I waved him on with a quick apology for interrupting. He cleared his throat.

“I was eager to personally decimate that group for their second attack on you and my household and for the damage they inflicted to Armand. Word came back that the area had been secured and I landed, prepared to dole out revenge as soon as possible. This was the last remaining enclave and I was certain once I destroyed them, I could gather you to return home.