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

We of course dozed in and out of sleep, only to awaken long enough to kiss and then manage to reconnect our bodies, making sure to fuse as much of each other together as possible. I fell asleep twice on his chest, with his cock buried deeply inside me. I don’t know if he didn’t sleep, or if he was such a specimen that he could remain hard even as he dozed, but each time I woke up, it was from him sliding his length, stroking himself, burying all of this heated cock deeply in and out of me. My pink, he called it, my hot caramel pink velvet center that coated him, and called to him like a drug.

When dawn finally approached and he went to the bathroom, I groaned and announced I was raw and sore and we had to take a break. He chuckled and sarcastically announced, “Yes, I too am worn. We will explore the city center today, and then tonight I will take you again.”

I checked my phone and had a message from my mom: Your dad just found out where you are. He is furious. Maybe you should come home at least until you finish school.

If my dad knew, then that probably meant she told him. I laid my phone on my chest while I thought about what to do. Omar asked me what was wrong and I told him. “Will it matter that I intend to marry you?”

“I don’t think so.” I answered, and then I shrugged, “I don’t know if I can repair what happened with my dad. I am at a loss when it comes to him and me and our relationship.”

Omar seemed resigned and just a tad sad, “If you wish to return to your old life, I will take you home immediately.”

“That’s just it Omar, I don’t. I like it here, well amend that, I like it anywhere I can be with you. So far I’ve not really left the bed that much, so yeah, I just want to be with you.”

His expression softened and he ducked down to kiss me. “He will understand with time.”

“Or he won’t.” I said sarcastically.

He unfurled the view from the picture window and carried me from the bed to the chair. Together we watched the sunrise over his city. Breakfast was brought in on multiple trays and then we showered and I was told to join him in the room, naked. I was toweling off my hair as I entered the suite and he swept his arm towards a walk in closet that I’d not even known existed. It was as big as my entire bedroom at home, and that was a big room.

Omar grinned and announced, “All of it is yours. My people have purchased and tailored everything to fit you perfectly. I have a female servant to help you dress, you just press this button,” He handed me a small remote control looking device and indicated the button that had a number, one, on it. “She will also do your hair and makeup should you need. I expect you in dresses whenever out of our home and I expect you always decorated and coifed if you are to leave the protection of our walls. Is that understood?”

“Um, okay, I guess.” I stammered through both my shock and my slight gall that he would expect me to always be dressed up. “Um, no jeans? I live in jeans Omar.”

He gave me a curt nod, “In our homes you may wear whatever you desire, or nothing at all. I appreciate your nakedness and the servants are completely blind to our appearance.” He tilted his chin up and squared his shoulders before looking me in the eye and reiterating, “If you leave the protection of these walls, you will look like the queen you are soon to become. There is no negotiating on this subject. Is that understood?”

Then he smiled and came to me, picked up my hand and led me into the massive room. Down the middle was a long row of dressers, which had drawers that opened on either side. At first I thought that it would be lingerie and other foldable items, but then Yousef slid open one of the top drawers.

“Oh my GOD!” I shouted.

He chuckled at my outburst and waited for me to step forward. I gingerly picked up a diamond encrusted bracelet; next to it was a matching choker necklace that must have cost more than my education to Harvard. The velvet lined shallow drawer sparkled as the multifaceted jewels caught the light and rainbows of color burst forth. I again muttered, with my hand to my chest, “Omar, too much,” I turned around within his grasp and pressed my naked breasts to his chest, “Too much.”

“Nonsense.” He grinned and bobbed his head up and down once, as if stamping a document. “This is decoration,” I felt his hand motion towards the open drawer, “This is how you are to adorn yourself. This is how a queen would dress. We are not a reserved people, we are royalty Anna. You are now my Queen.” He gripped my bottom and held me fast. He kissed me and ground my steamy skin against the fly of his pants, “This is your reward for being so pleasing to me.”

“It’s still too much.” I said to his lips.

“Not nearly enough. Soon all these drawers will be full of gifts from me to you. For now, this is just a minor token of my affection for you.” He released me and picked up the choker, “This my love was made exclusively for you and that stunning neck of yours.” He indicated he wanted to put it on me and I hesitated. He gave me a displeased expression, “Anna, this is who I am; I will always bring you jewels, its best you become accustomed to it now.”

I sagged and nodded and bit my lower lip. “Overwhelmed again.” I muttered.

He ignored my last feeble protest and then secured it around my neck. He turned me by my shoulders and inspected my neck. Then he pushed the button on my controller and within seconds a woman appeared, also dressed in the same navy fitted pant suit as I’d seen on the other servant the day before. She smelled good, like wildflowers and I squealed as I tried to cover myself with the towel.

Omar tisked at me, “This is Yasmin, she is your personal valet of sorts. There is nothing she cannot assist you with.” Then he turned to Yasmin and spoke to her in Arabic. She nodded and immediately went to the back of the closet and began gathering items of clothing. Omar put his attention back on my open mouthed, in shock stare, and he gave me the look a commander might give his troops. He even touched my chin with an index finger. With raised eyebrows he slowly said, “No arguments Anna. I will meet you at the foyer in one hour. Yasmin speaks perfect English, get to know her; she will soon become your right hand.”

I gulped, nodded and then nodded again. He said something else to Yasmin and then he left. I continued to try and cover myself with the small hair towel, but Yasmin seemed undaunted by my nakedness. She also seemed confident in her abilities to dress me as she began setting clothes on the top of the long island of soon to be filled jewelry drawers.

Her voice was only slightly accented and I paused at her perfect diction, “Wow, you do speak good English.”

“Yes mistress, I went to school in the states.”

“Really? Where?”

“Smith.”

“No way!” I furrowed my brow, “Why are you a servant?” A brief moment of offense flashed across her face and I quickly apologized, and then amended, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it as something critical. It’s just that I know how hard it is to get into Smith and I know you have to be brilliant, and I know …” I stopped talking when I realized I was just digging a deeper hole for myself.

Yasmin was very forthright with her answer and I immediately changed my opinion. “Mistress, it is because of my good mind and the education that his highness so generously paid for that I am now in his employ. I earn three times the amount a professional in your country would earn. My lifetime earnings and my future retirement are already guaranteed. The educations of my future children are already secured and I am afforded a leisurely life within the luxury of his highness’s home. What is expected of me is a pleasure to carry out as well. I am allotted a bottomless budget just to dress you, to decorate you, to shop for you. I am beyond happy with my station and status.” She met my eyes with an assuredness I didn’t think I could ever muster, “When I retire, I will be a millionaire in my own right. I shall never want for a thing. It is my highest honor to be of service to you.”

“Okay. Um, sorry.”