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

I shrugged and refocused on the vibrant red, white and black, coral snake, one of a kind pumps. “I love them!”

“They are yours!”

“How much do they cost?” I asked.

“I have no idea, it doesn’t matter, but we can ask.” I grinned and then slipped on the second pump and did the straps on both. He asked me to walk away, and then back, and to turn. All of which I did obediently. “I will enjoy taking you in those.” He mumbled as he stroked one mocha skinned hand up his groin.

I went to him and set my hands on his knees, bending forward and feeling my breasts flow up and towards him since they were only contained in a negligible bra. His eyes went to my cleavage as the silken scarf floated backwards. I kissed him and whispered, “Me too.”

Then I was tasked with finding another outfit to go specifically with the one of a kind shoes, which I also did and then went to the changing rooms. When I pulled up my dress to remove it, I scented Omar on my skin, and then when I shimmied into the new outfit, I felt a miniscule amount of, him, slide free of my core and soak into my panties. It was oddly erotic and I couldn’t help but inhale and take in his narcotic sent.

After I twirled and modeled for him, and he approved of the new outfit, I again went back to my hands on his knees, breasts forward pose and I seductively told him, “I can feel you inside me Omar, and I smell you on me. You should feel how aroused I just got because of it.”

He growled, “Female, you are the death of me.” The all too obvious response to my words jerked and throbbed behind the fabric of his slacks as his now hard cock strained for escape. I giggled and then sashayed away from him, doing my best swaying walk I could manage without falling down.

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Instead of going back to his home, we took a separate elevator up into the tallest spire of the building. We were seated in an exclusive bistro setting surrounded by that famous tinted glass. Now it really felt as if we were in an airplane. We were up in the clouds and even my ears continued to pop from the elevation.

Yummy mixed drinks were served, but I had no idea what they were, just that they were incredibly delicious and instantly made my head swim. We chatted easily, about nothing really, but it again became a memory I will forever cherish. Just seeing his expression and delight in my joy was enough for me. I felt like a kid at Disney Land for the first time and I continued to point and, oh and ahhh at the sights.

We ate seared Ahi Tuna and a fresh green salad with simple lemon poppy seed dressing. It was nice to have something so simple yet delicious and I devoured everything on my plate. “I am going to get fat if you keep feeding me this well.” I declared with a hand on my tummy.

“More of you to love!” He said with sly grin. Then in a bemused tone he added, “Have you considered how many calories we have been burning as of late?”

I giggled and cocked my head to the side, “That’s true! Maybe I need to eat more?”

“Yes,

to keep up your strength!” He waggled his eye brows and grinned seductively. He toasted the air between us, “Truth. I only speak the truth. Your skin is now my canvas. Your alabaster, marble goddess flesh is mine to decorate. All day I have relished seeing my marks on you.”

My hand went to my neck and I blushed, “I forgot, but I thought the scarf covered most of them?”

“It did. I saw them fleetingly, and each time, seeing how you are wearing me with pride—each time, it caused my heart to expand and love you that much more.”

“I like them Omar.” I blushed and my cheeks burned and I lowered my gaze.

“What is it?” He asked with an outstretched hand.

I set mine in his and stammered through an awkward apology and confession, “Um, Omar, I have to apologize for how I acted yesterday. I am really sorry; I was being a bit of a brat. And you are kind of right, I think I might be a tad spoiled.”

I held my finger and thumb apart just a smidge to indicate I wasn’t that spoiled. He chuckled knowingly. “And well, I had no idea I—my body—um, you know, how I reacted to you? I had no idea I would like that.”

“Can you not say the words?” He chided.

I blushed deeper and my breaths hitched, “No, I can. I think. I um, well, I liked it when you spanked me.”

“And?”

“I liked it when you did that stuff in the bathtub. I had an enormous climax that changed me forever.”

He leaned back and grinned knowingly. “And today? What does it make you feel when you see me on you and my marks remind me of where I just was and where I intend to return?”

I weakly nodded and breathed through my nose, “Yeah, all of it. I like it way too much.” I replied with a hint of shame in my voice.

“Why are you ashamed of this?” He waved his hand in the air as if he were a maestro and there were an invisible orchestra behind me. “You are my ideal Anna, there is no shame in that; only immense pride! You should be honored that I chose you; that I seek to mark you as mine always. Only pride, never shame. Never forget that I chose you! And you will wear your marks with gratitude and relish in my lasting touch.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN