“Yesss,” I moaned and gasped. “I yield to you! Yesss! Please, don’t stop!”
“As you command, my beautiful pet,” he said, and sank into me once again, burying himself to the
hilt inside my willing body. “Tell me how you like what I’m doing to you. Tell me how you desire my seed in your body!”
“Yes!” I babbled, nearly sobbing from the building pleasure robbing me of coherent thought. “I want you to fuck me! I want you to fill me up with your cum. I love what you’re doing to me. Please don’t stop. Right there! Yesss!”
I didn’t know what I was saying, only the dirty words pushed me further down that hole of indescribable pleasure and I was lost to it. I came hard and spiraled out of consciousness for a split second as I lost all sense and reason as the pleasure cresting over me in giant, crashing waves.
His grip tightened on my hips and he groaned deep and loud as he jetted his seed deep inside my body, bathing my insides with his fluid, filling me completely so that his cock slipped and slid along my coated walls before he withdrew and collapsed onto the bed with a heavy, guttural moan of pleasure.
It was several moments before either of us could speak. I didn’t know if this was normal. I didn’t have anything to compare to but something told me, it wasn’t. I risked a glance at Omar, his rapidly rising and falling chest further evidence of how hard he’d came and I wondered what would happen next. “Sweet Allah, you are a gift to me,” he murmured when he could. His eyes opened and he gently caressed my jawline. “I’m sorry I was not more gentle. I should’ve been more considerate of your innocence. Can you forgive me, my pet?”
I nodded shyly. I had liked it rough. More so than I had ever imagined I would. But Omar had known, somehow.
The stickiness between my thighs dribbled from my core. Embarrassed, I tried to move away but he stopped me with a firm hand. “There is nothing shameful about wearing your Master’s seed.” He proceeded to rub his ejaculate into my skin like an exotic lotion. The slow and gentle motion kindled fresh arousal and I met his gaze with surprise. He chuckled. “You are so expressive my love. Everything you feel and think is written across your face.” I blushed and he said, “Never fear, it is your most endearing quality. This excites you, doesn’t it?”
I nodded reluctantly.
He leaned toward me as if sharing a secret. “It excites me, too,” he whispered right before descending on my mouth, stealing a deep kiss that hinted at dark and dangerous wonders. He tasted of sex and sin and I wanted more. I was disappointed when he pulled away with a renewed vigor in his step as he drew me from the bed. “But, first, we shall eat and wash. The night is young and I am nowhere finished with your lovely body.”
We shared a sumptuous meal of exotic dishes before he took me a bathing room. A pool of water, fed by an internal spring, swirled in the center of the room. The wide windows were open to the fragrant night and I was amazed by the beauty of it all. We sank into the tepid water and I submerged myself quickly. I felt sated and full, my inner muscles protesting the movement, reminding me that I was no longer a virgin. I blushed at my own thoughts and swam to the side. Omar followed and pulled me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his torso and privately delighted at the feel of his cock stirring to life against me.
“Are you like this with all your girls?” I asked, unable to stop myself. I probably didn’t want to know the answer but I knew that wouldn’t matter. I had to know.
“How do you mean?” he asked, the water swirling around us in a seductive dance. Before I could clarify, he chuckled and answered, saying, “No. I knew you were special from the moment I saw you. Something about you called to me.”
I digested this information and then asked haltingly, “Am I to live with the other girls? In your harem? What happens when you tire of me?”
His grip tightened on me. “I will never tire of you, Layla.”
“You say that now, but someday…”
“I will say this once: I am no fickle boy who cries for new toys and then discards them when something new and shiny catches his eye. When Allah graces you with treasure, you do not squander it. All my pets are my treasures but you…Layla…I cannot explain…are different. I will be honest with you, though I shouldn’t.”
My breath hitched and my heart stuttered an odd beat. “What do you mean?”
“My pets are not my slaves as you believe. They are free to come or go as they please. True, in the beginning, I purchased them as slaves but they do not stay because I force them. They stay because they want to. After a year of service to me, I offered them their freedom. None took it. However, I cannot bring myself to make the same offer to you.”
He seemed shamed by his admission and I stared into his eyes. “Why not?”
“Because I cannot imagine ever letting you go.”
I silently digested this admission, my mind moving wildly. “But…my family…my life…you’re asking me to give it all up.”
“I would give you the world,” he said in earnest response. “I would bathe you in riches beyond your dreams.”
“I do not want riches,” I said.
“What do you want? You have but to ask, only do not ask for your freedom. It is the one thing I cannot give you.”
Sensing my sharp disappointment, he pressed his lips against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth to coax my tongue into dueling with his. My breasts were crushed against his chest and my hot core rubbed against his muscled abs. His mouth worked to make me forget my sadness and I moved against him, writhing like a cat that needed to mate. He responded feverishly to my need and lifted us from the water to stride to the chaise lounge. He gently laid me down and quickly buried his face against my hot mound. I cried out as his tongue worked magic on my needy core. I was no longer ashamed by the hot and fiery desire that swept through me at his touch. I simply gave into the sensation climbing through my body with each passing second and swipe and tease of his tongue. I shuddered as I came sweetly, free-falling into the pleasure like a skydiver into the clouds. He rose, a smile on his face. His cock bounced eagerly, wanting to sink inside me again. I didn’t hesitate and took his cock into my mouth. I didn’t have much experience but having his cock in my mouth felt glorious. I loved the feel of it sliding past my teeth and hitting the back of my throat with his hip thrusts.
His hands threaded through my hair and urged me on with soft moans that only made me want to taste his cum on my tongue. I wanted his essence sliding down my throat, painting my insides as he had earlier within my folds. There was power in this feeling, knowing that I could make him lose control, simply with my tongue and mouth. Soon his thrusts became erratic and his groans deeper. I knew he would cum within moments.
“Yes! My pet! Yes! Take it all! Suck it down your lovely throat!” he cried, pumping his seed into my mouth until I swallowed it all with a large and greedy gulp. The slightly salty load was not unpleasant but the texture took me off guard and I choked a little. He withdrew and a sigh rattled out of his chest. “Sweet Allah, I cannot believe you are innocent…I’ve never came so quickly with a woman’s mouth. You have untold talents, my pet.”
I warmed under his praise and surreptitiously wiped my mouth. I ached inside, desperately wanting him inside me but from what I knew of men, they needed time to recover. I climbed into his lap and settled there, curiosity getting the better of me. “Will you want me to have sex with the other girls?” I asked, a bit fearfully. I wasn’t attracted to women but I suspected I would do anything he asked of me if properly persuaded — or punished.