Screaming and writhing and pumping my hips up to meet him. I was on the precipice edge, but my body just wouldn’t tip that final degree to let me climax. I said through my struggles to breath, “Inside! Omar, please, please, inside me.”
Through gritted teeth he grunted, “Who am I?” I was so on the tipping edge I didn’t fully comprehend what he meant. He repeated, “Who am I?” And then he gripped at my already bruised hips and he deftly maneuvered me up to straddle his bent knees, and he skewered himself into me. I fell to his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck as I cried out from the abruptness of it and the fact that my body had just fallen off that high ledge.
My hips began madly undulating against his lap and this only rubbed harder on my swollen clit; and then I totally lost it as he picked me up and bodily slammed himself into my body three times, in hard and fast succession. To an eavesdropper it probably sounded as if he was killing me, but the opposite was more accurate. I could fly, I had wings and my mind swirled in and out of consciousness as what he continued to do to me caused my insides to tumble as if in a washing machine.
He growled at my ear, still rock hard and
grinding himself in and out of me, “Who am I!”
I finally knew. I knew because all I wished to do was worship him, “My Master.”
He made a sound of pleasure at my declaration and then he gutturally said, “Beg me Anna. Beg me to fill you.”
I kissed at his lips when his face met mine and I pushed myself into him and I flexed my internal muscle, “Cum inside me Master, fill me, mark me as yours.”
That did it, and within the next moment he thickened and pulsed inside me and my body reacted by tightening and milking him as he moaned out a release. He rocked forward and then pushed me to my back and he laid on me, still inside me and I relished how his weight pressed into me. His heartbeat was inside my belly and his hips continued a shallow slow roll so that I could feel his incredible length and power between my legs.
When we’d both begun to breathe more normally, he rolled half off of me and stroked my nipple and then continued to cup and palpate my breast, “You will leave my seed in you, all day; do not wash me off of you. I desire you to scent me on your skin whenever you move. You will feel me here, and here,” he touched various visible bruises, “And you will scent me and feel me inside you the remainder of the day. Is that understood?”
I weakly nodded and stroked my finger down along his strong jaw, “Yes Omar.”
“You are such a good girl.” He kissed me and held the back of my head, “I would like to take you shopping.”
I was about to protest and motion towards the closet already full of clothes I’d yet to discover, but I didn’t because of the boyish grin on his face. So instead I gave him a reluctant smile and giggled, “I do like to shop.”
“What woman doesn’t?” He asked.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As per his previous orders, I was to wear a dress and heels and also since we were going amongst the populous, I was to cover my head. I didn’t mind though. I understood and since I didn’t really like being that obvious, it felt good to wrap a beautiful silk scarf around my head and down over my cheeks.
He took me within the building to a middle floor that was more like Rodeo Drive in Hollywood. Every imaginable boutique was in this center complex, and it was all at the exclusive, couture level. At the first shop, there weren’t even price tags on the items, which told me that back in my real life I couldn’t have afforded even a pair of socks from this place.
Omar strolled with me, being patient and obviously enjoying seeing my expressions when I liked something. If I showed any interest in an item, he would snap his fingers and someone would run up and gather the item, following us around until I decided if I wanted to try anything on. I learned quickly to only really look if I thought it was something I would ever wear. Most of what I looked at was just too much, and way too dressy for my previous life.
“Remember goddess, you are now a queen, you must dress appropriately.” He reminded me. After I hesitated yet again, he confidently led me to a small boutique set alone at the end of a gallery of paintings. The second we strolled in, a raft of people bowed to us and the three patrons were ushered out. Doors were locked behind us and then all eyes were set on me. “Anna, anything you want, it’s yours!” He ordered me with a sweep of his hand.
So, I gave in and immediately went towards the shoes. I have a thing for shoes, what girl doesn’t? But I’ve never had very many pairs simply because it wasn’t practical for my life. I lived in a small apartment and spent most of my time either in class, or studying. Really no need for any shoes, let alone fancy ones. I be-lined for a pair of snakeskin pumps that had caught my eye the second we entered the store.
“Size madam?” The small Arab man asked with a slight bend at his waist.
I told him and then watched as he dashed to the back. I glanced at Omar who winked at me, “What?” I said with a slight grin.
“Those caught my eye as well, they are new, and I believe a one of a kind pair. Coral snakes are not nearly as common as one would think.”
“They will go with everything!” I declared with a tiny excited hop.
“Yes they will.”
The clerk sat me down and gingerly took my leg as he fitted the shoe to me. His hand stayed on my ankle as he supported it so I could inspect them from a seated position. Omar came over and sat next to me, and then leaned forward and in a hushed tone he said, “Does your touch linger on my female for a reason?”
The man instantly dropped my leg and blustered through an apology. He picked up the box and fled the room, leaving us alone. “Omar? He wasn’t doing anything wrong.” I scolded.
“He was touching you unnecessarily long. It displeased me. No other shall ever touch you.” He grabbed my chin, “You are mine Anna. No other!”
His possessiveness startled me, but it also aroused me, and for that I felt guilty, but I had no idea why. I mumbled, “Okay, whatever.”
“You will soon learn that within my culture, men do not touch another man’s woman, ever. He knew full well what he was doing.”