I trailed my hand across his sparsely haired chest and then down his tight abdomen.
“I know how important this is to you. I didn’t mean that,” I said.
He simply shook his head in disgust, ignoring me completely.
I felt incredibly guilty and unfortunately wide awake. I put my hand over his on his erection and paused what he’s doing. I knew how much he loves it when I pleasure him. I can usually make amends if I offer it. I have to do this often because my stupid big mouth often goes off without my permission and I find I’ve once again insulted him unwittingly.
I slid down to his hip, pushed his hand completely away from his hardness, and grasped him at his base.
“Yes, darling, I will need a few new clothes as my belly expands.”
I pumped my hand once and traced a finger over his already glistening crown. He lifted his hips and twitched.
“And yes, you know how much I love to shop.” I rubbed the slit in his tip and pressed in on it—something I knew he loves.
“How about you spend some money on me, and I apologize for my rude comment.” He finally grunted his acceptance of my terms and bucked his hips towards my mouth.
For all his dominance, this is one area he was still hesitant, but was learning. His hips rocked, and I encouraged him with swallows and moans. I also positioned my breasts on his thigh and grind my body harshly against his.
He petted at my hair, and his body continued to twitch in pleasure.
“You are the most amazing female I’ve ever met.”
Chapter Two
Amir and I went shopping, and he spent a literal fortune on me. I got all kinds of new clothes and a couple new pairs of boots for wearing in the cooler months. He voiced his wishes that I never wear pants.
“I want you in dresses at all times. No underwear—panties only as lingerie. Is this understood?”
“I guess.”
“What is the problem? I do not understand this being a problem.”
I shrugged in response. “I like to wear jeans.”
“When I am not around, you may wear anything you wish. When I am with you, I want you barely covered. Is this understood?”
I didn’t feel like arguing with him about it, so I shrugged again and capitulated to his demands. I didn’t know when or if I would get used to his domineering attitude, and I do give him some wiggle room given his Arab culture and the simple fact he is a king of a nation. So, I let a lot go, and I shrugged them off as just being in a relationship with a man of his stature. Hopefully, I won’t lose myself in the process.
“We will dine tonight. I have made reservations for us.”
“Okay, that sounds great. Next week, though, I need to get back some sort of life. I have two interviews in New York and a follow up at the…”
He interrupted me with a confused expression. “Why are you applying for jobs?”
“Um, well, Amir, this is all fun and satisfying and all that…but at some point I have to live my life. You get to go back to your palace and servants, and I’m going to have to…”
“No! You are now under my care. I assumed you would be accompanying me back to Abu Dhabi. I can care for you—my servants will also be yours.”
He seemed genuinely perplexed that I wanted to live my own life.
“Yeah—I mean—well—I would love some help as I get farther along in the pregnancy, and after the baby is born some financial help would be wonderful. But…”
“No! I will not hear of this. You will return with me.”
He paced across the expanse of the suite and seemed genuinely angry at me. He turned and gritted his teeth. “Julie. I was going to wait until this evening, but I cannot for a moment longer.”
He went to the desk and lifted out a black ring box and then strode to me. My legs began to shake, and I grew dizzy. He knelt on one knee and opened the box.