“What? No way! You are so arrogant sometimes.” I bit out. “Sadist? Are you joking?”
He lifted an eyebrow, “I’d rather you didn’t question me.” Then he informed me, as if he was teaching me something and I was very, very young. “Anna, you must realize that a man of my stature has certain needs? I find a different pleasure in causing the surrender of a female, in giving her pain in a way that brings her pleasure—it brings her orgasm, and in turn, I have satisfied a deep need I can never sate otherwise.
I stated flatly, “I don’t know if I would ever like that pain, Omar. It’s not me.” My eyes burned and felt like I’d just opened a hot oven and I bit my lip hoping to not cry.
Omar seemed unperturbed, when he simply announced, “You will like what I crave Anna. I have no doubts. You will see.”
“I don’t know about that.” I mumbled.
He lifted a brow at my response, but didn’t say anything. We arrived at a grouping of little islands, and I was taken on a full tour of the grand, man-made creations. Even the tides were explained to me and how they had to change their engineering plans so that there was enough water flow to discourage any sort of stagnation.
It was all incredible and I asked a few questions, but mostly just focused on not falling down in the high heels. Omar held my hand or wrapped an arm around my waist, which must have been out of character for him because I often noticed surprised looks on those around us. My mind continued to swirl with thoughts of his declaration that he was a sadist.
I was still also feeling hormonal and grumpy, but I faked my way through the afternoon. We had lunch in the building that looked like a sailboat, and of course, we went all the way to the top floor. The views were incredible and I did enjoy the visual feast that never ceased.
“Your country really is magnificent Omar. I am totally blown away with the beauty everywhere I look.”
“It is now
your country too.” He announced. I snorted and shook my head. He picked up my hand, “Anna, I have never given my heart to another in this way. I’ve never offered my entire country to another, let alone a female.” He narrowed his eyes and studied my expression, “I do not like this mood you are in. You will cease it this instant.”
Then I felt incredibly sarcastic as I snapped, “Omar, I don’t want your country. I only want you. I don’t want the responsibility or the burden. I only want you. I also hate dressing up and I don’t want to be a prisoner in your home. Yeah, sure, what we have is incredible, but seriously Omar, it’s all just too much for me.”
His look was downtrodden as he dropped my hand. We sat in silence for a spell and he finally mumbled, “I can’t figure out females.”
I sighed. I was frustrated with that niggling feeling that I was nothing more than a possession and also my homesickness. “Omar, I do love you. That is the only thing I am one hundred percent certain of. Okay? Can’t we build on that? One brick at a time? Why must it be an entire country?”
“I love you too Anna. Yes, one brick at a time.”
I grinned at him and he leaned down to kiss me in a time stands still kind of moment.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I smoothed the white fabric of my skirt and Omar ran his hand up my inner thigh. I didn’t stop him, but I also didn’t really feel as accommodating as I had the previous few days. My body was sore and I guess maybe I’d finally had enough copulation.
He insisted with his hand and I finally reached down and grasped his wrist. “Not right now.” I mumbled.
He paused for a second, but then continued up until he was cupping all of my sex and the skirt had been pushed past the tops of my thighs. “You may never tell me no.” He said in a low, commanding voice. “All that you are wearing is from me, what is under these decorations is also mine. Your body is mine now Anna. I will admire both, when and how I see fit.”
The anger rose quickly in my throat and I snapped out, “Omar, this is all fine and dandy, but I don’t like being your possession. I am not your whore; you can’t buy me that way! I said, I don’t fucking feel for that kind of thing right now.”
His voice was stern, “You are never to swear again.” He gripped harder at my sex with his backhanded hold on me, and I squirmed. “And just so we are clear. You are all MINE!”
“Omar, I will swear whenever I feel like it.” I tried to wiggle away from his tight hold, and I felt more anger sweep up my body. “Omar, I don’t want to right now. I don’t feel like it. I’m sore, and I—I just don’t feel like it! Okay? Fuck!” I sort of spit the last word at him.
I am still unclear how he moved so quickly and with so much strength, but he did, and within a blink of an eye, I found myself over his lap. He pulled up my skirt, ripped down the beautiful lace panties that he’d provided, and my bare ass was exposed to the cool air of the limo. I screamed in response, and he just got stronger. His right arm pinned me to his thighs and with his left hand he began spanking me. HARD! I wailed and keened and he only paused long enough to whisper in my ear, “Little girl, take your punishment like the woman your mouth seems to think you are.”
The spanks sounded like a volley of gunshots in the acoustical theater of the car. He was not relenting, and my bottom was burning hot. As he continued to pummel my behind, I whimpered, but I stopped fighting him. Giving in and hating myself. I would never admit this to anyone, ever, but I kind of relished in his strength and that burning heat across my soft bottom caused my body to flood with new desire.
I was mostly mortified that he was once again correct and that I did like what he was doing.
His warm breath at my ear again, “Little girl, I can scent your desire. What if I check you? Are you ready for me?”
I struggled and gulped, lying to him and totally ashamed that he’d commanded me so perfectly as to bypass my bratty mood. “No!”
He laughed and petted over my flaming behind, and then he delved one finger up the expanse of my cleft. The sound he made was all too knowing, and I withered, folding across him and going limp in embarrassment. He was anything but flaccid; I’d felt what all of that spanking had produced in his body and I’d begun to relish the feel of my right breast as it rubbed against his hardness.
My nipples were jutting and as hard as ever. Besides all that slick need between my legs, the rest of me was as prepared for his entrance, just as his body seemed to be. His left hand rested on my bare bottom, and he slid his long middle finger down between my ass cheeks, tickling at the edge of my pussy. He rotated his finger and spread around more of my wetness, I squelched a groan of pleasure and the intense need to undulate and present more of myself to his eager hand.