The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh 2)

His hand on my pussy held me tightly as he continued pleasuring me under the water, lifting me and dropping me as he gripped my mound. His hand on my throat tightened another notch. I braced and gasped. He said through gritted teeth, “Anna, trust me. Submit. Now.”

I tried, it was difficult to give to him as his hand continued to tighten and cut off my air. His thrusts into me grew more frantic and the water in the tub began to slosh, and the hand roughly using my pussy as a handle, dug in deeper, pushing painfully on my clit until it felt as if he would dent my body inwards. The hand on my throat tightened, the hand on my mound lifted and jerked, and his huge cock plunged deeper and deeper; faster and harder.

He severed the last of my air just as my sheath contracted and milked his jerking cock, and I came in a rush of warmth that was hotter than the bath water now spilling over the edges. My vision narrowed to a pin prick, and then he came too, and that alone severed the last of my weak control.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I woke up tucked into his bed. Our bed. I realized there was no going back to my other life. There wasn’t really another life anyway, and if I left now, I would spend my existence in the same depressed, chronically sad state my mother had been in since meeting her one true love at age twenty one. Nope, Omar was it for me and as much as I hated that he was right, he was. I complimented his need perfectly. He was a powerful man and with that came a need to aggress, assert and yes, dominate.

It was just revealed to me that I happen to like being dominated and yes, okay fine, I totally got off on what he did to me.

I was alone in bed. I discovered that almost immediately, but I didn’t let it concern me. I stretched and then wished I hadn’t when my entire body twinged and ached from moving certain muscles. I reached up and rubbed at my bruised neck and then at the bite mark area that still hurt without me even touching it.

I rolled onto my back and again winced when my bottom was pressed against the mattress. It was most definitely bruised. As was my mound and my clit, which were both achy and felt used.

After a spell of groggily inventorying my body and then my situation, I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. My neck had visible finger sized marks, as well as other marks made by human teeth. I turned and choked at the site of my abuse. Even my tits had small bruises all over them. How I was able to take all that abuse was beyond me, but even remembering it, and feeling him on me now, because of the marks and bruises, made my face curl into a lazy, mischievous smile.

Guess who’s a pervert? I asked my reflection. It answered with an eyebrow waggle, and I giggled.

I went back to bed since it was still dark outside and I quickly fell asleep. Omar woke me up when he crawled into bed and curled me into his arms and against his warm, naked body. There was no sex, but he held me for hours, and he often kissed my shoulders or cupped my breasts. The way he held me was possessive in a way that made me feel protected and loved and unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

At dawn he went to look out his window and I watched him, mesmerized by his cat like grace. I knew how strong he really was, but he moved like a dancer, fluid and athletically. He caught me peeking at him from below hooded lashes.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” I replied.

“I will never hurt you more than I did yesterday.” He gazed at me as if I were one of the precious works of art in the downstairs gallery. “You have no idea what you gave me yesterday.” He picked up a small ring box and came to me on the bed, “This is a show of my gratitude, Anna. You have given me something no other ever has. I love you. I am eternally yours, and you are mine, never to be touched by another.”

He cracked open the box and a stunning sapphire ring burst to life within. It was almost as if it were backlit the way it reflected the early rays of sunlight. It was a small ring, so I knew it was for a pinky finger, but the stone was immense. My mouth sagged open in shock. “Oh my.”

He pulled it out and I stuck forward my left hand. He slid it immediately on my pinky and then stroked the top of my hand. “Tell me the truth Anna, are you okay?”

I remembered his decree from the day before, and I impishly grinned. “Yes Master, I am more than okay. Thank you, Omar . You revealed something in me I had no idea existed. Yes, I am okay. I love you too and I—I um, I belong to you.”

He smiled so big that his ears lifted and his teeth gleamed. He crawled into bed and under the covers so eagerly it was as if he were a little boy. He clasped me to his chest and he kissed me with the passion of ten men. I was breathless and trembling when he departed the bed. I whined. Even though I didn’t feel as if I could have more sex, I wanted him inside me again.

He abruptly turned and came back to me. “I would like to spend the day with you. I’ve decided I will not leave as I’d planned. Tomorrow I shall have too, but today, just you and I.”

“Okay. That is all I ever crave Omar.”

“You are bruised my love, my marks are everywhere on your body and this pleases me.” He pulled back the covers and I looked down the line of my body. He hopped up on the bed and then planked himself over me. “Covered in my marks.” He said with immense pride. “You shall feel me on you, all day.”

“Oh I’ll be feeling you for more than just today.” I joked as I winced after moving and noticing yet another sore place on my body. He lowered his hips and I felt his heated skin at my belly. “Oh god Omar, how can I take more?”

“If I am slow with you, and careful we can make love. I have a need to leave me in you, so you may scent me during the day.”

I wrinkled my nose, “Is that a thing?” He leaned back on his shins and pushed my legs even farther apart, and then he dragged my ass up onto his thighs. He palmed himself and slapped his length against my mound, lightly at first, and then with more force. The sound it made, and what it did to my level of arousal was mind numbing. I shuddered out an exhaled, “Oh god.”

“Ahhh, yes, indeed you can take me again. This,” He presented me his shiny finger after dancing it up through my entrance, “This is my answer.”

“Oh Omar, I am so sore.” I whined.

“So am I Anna, but I do not care.”

He used his cock as a corpulent paddle and he continued to lewdly hit the fleshy part of my mound. But then he changed the angle and his obscene slaps began hitting my clit. My hips lifted and I cried out. My thighs twitched and my belly jerked, and he kept it up, spanking himself, hitting his hardened cock against my now throbbing clit. “Oh god Omar. Oh my god!” I wailed.

Then he pressed the head of his cock to my clit and he used it to rub and rotate against my most sensitive organ; over, around, into, pressing and pushing and insisting my body respond. Rub, rub, rub—slap, slap, slap—rub, rub, rub. He did this until I was screaming from the building pressure inside my belly.