Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) (4 page)

His thunderous expression had me regretting my decision to deceive him, but before I could speak, he seized me by the wrist and hauled me into his bedroom.  I thought he would go all wild on me and toss me onto the bed, so when he sat down and pulled me over his lap, with my ass in the air, it took me a second to register his intent, but as soon as I did, I was the one who went all wild.

“No! You will not lay a hand on me.  I won’t stand for this, Khalil.  I will not be spanked like I’m some childddddd—”

He silenced me with a hard swat to my backside.  I hadn’t changed out of my club attire because I’d been waiting to shower, so my mini skirt provided absolutely no coverage.  As if affirming my thoughts, he pushed my skirt up over my ass until it was bunched at my waist, and then simply ripped my thong from my body with the flick of his wrist.  Now completely bare-assed before him, he thwacked my ass with hard, punishing slaps.

It hurt like hell, and with his hand between my shoulder blades, holding me firmly in place, all I could do was take it until tears stung my eyes.

“I should have done this as soon as we arrived at the hotel to teach you a lesson for that little stunt of yours.  But I didn’t want to punish you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from claiming you, and believe it or not, I was actually trying not to hurt you.  But you’re a spoiled little liar.”  He paddled my ass through the storm of his tirade until I couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to stop.

Surprisingly, he did, but he was far from done.  Abruptly, he stood, sending me tumbling to the floor.  I barely managed to catch myself and ended up sprawled out on my hands and knees.  I glared up at him, my anger rising when I saw the smug grin on his face, although I was well aware he was far from amused.  His eyes were furious, hard chips of pure black coal, devoid of any hint of mirth.

“You’re turning out to be a very poor, submissive, Sabeen.  You can’t endure a well-deserved spanking and even now your eyes are filled with murderous intent when they should be staring at the floor beneath you.”  I guess he expected me to lower my gaze but I only glared at him harder, earning a small chuckle as he shook his head. 

“I’m going to really enjoy this,” I watched with a mixture of burgeoning lust and curiosity as he began to undress before me.  “Too bad we only have this one night and that we’re not back at my home where I have everything I need, or I would really show you the true meaning of pain and punishment.”  He had stripped down to his boxers, but he stopped and lowered himself until he was balancing on his haunches, so that he was now eye level with me.  With a single finger, he lifted my chin, so that I had no choice but to witness the truth of his next words in his eyes.

“That spanking was just the beginning, and that was nothing.”  His smile was as seductive as it was menacing.  A shiver raced through me then.  “You already know I like rough play, and I can already tell that you do too or you wouldn’t lie to me, and defy me at every turn.”  I started to shake my head, but he halted my movements, by gripping my chin firmly.  “To deny me is another defiance, but I’m finding I like it.  You’re opening my eyes here too, Sabeen.  You’re not like most submissives, you’re actually not a true submissive.  You don’t actually
want
to submit, no, you want to be
forced.
”  He stood and removed his boxers, so it was a struggle to digest his revelation, with his massive cock now bobbing back in forth, just inches from my face.  He reached down to lift my chin again, forcing my hungry gaze away from his erection and to his face.

“My little lying virgin is also a slut, I see.”  An arrogant smile curved his sensual lips. “A slut who likes pain.  That’s why you need to fight, so that you can be forced, so that you can be punished and ultimately experience the pleasure that can only be found in pain.  I’m sure you sometimes strike your clit with your open palm.  And I have no doubt that when you masturbate, you twist and torture these beautiful nipples.” 

As Khalil spoke, he undressed me, until I was naked and kneeling at his feet.  Tiny fires leapt in his eyes as he stroked me with his hungry gaze until I was so aroused, I actually felt feverish.  “Not always, I know, but sometimes you find you need the pain to achieve pleasure.” 

Every word resonated with me and he knew it.  His eyes were tender as he stroked my cheek with his palm, but in the next moment his expression reverted back to that unyielding mask and his hand left my cheek to cup the back of my head and propel me forward. 

“Well lucky for you, Sabeen, I enjoy giving pleasure as I inflict pain, especially when my
sub
is being disobedient and defiant, and her slutty mouth seems to utter nothing but lies.” 

With one hand gripping the shaft of his dick, he butted the head of his cock against my lips.  Taken by surprise, I automatically reared back, but the hand gripping the back of my head only tightened and pushed me forward again.

“When sluts lie, Sabeen, it just proves they no longer deserve to speak.”  And Khalil was quick to follow up that point by shoving his dick into my mouth as far as it would go. 

I gagged, and tried to push him away, but he just gripped my head with both hands, taking complete control.  He worked my head back and forth, my mouth moving up and down the thick length of his dick, as he forced my mouth to fuck his cock.

“Slutty liars aren’t fit to do anything but suck cock until I think they’ve learned their lesson.” 

I tried to resist him, my palms pushing against his hips, but he easily overpowered me.  I gasped and choked, struggling to breathe while I tried not to gag. But when he pressed deeper, hitting the back of my throat, I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed in protest, the sound muffled around his cock, as my eyes watered.

Abruptly he stopped and pulled out, leaving me panting and coughing as I braced myself on all fours.  He stooped down beside me, his hand tangling in my hair, which he used to force my head back, so that I had no choice but to meet his heavy-lidded stare.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

I stared back at him, motionless and silent.  If I told the truth, he would not touch me, but I didn’t know if I was prepared for what he would do to me next, so I said nothing.

My silence was met with a dark scowl.  “I’m giving you one last chance to tell the truth, and end this.  But if you continue to lie to me…”  His voice trailed off as he stood, and once again I was eye level with his rock hard erection that swayed heavily just inches from my face.  I couldn’t lie, I was terrified of what he would do next, but I was more afraid that he would stop.  My body throbbed with unfulfilled needs, and desires I couldn’t begin to name, all I knew was that I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to experience Khalil’s masterful dominance over my body.

“Sabeen.”

“What.”

Almost immediately I realized what I’d done and froze.  I’d been so lost in thought that when he’d snapped at me, I’d automatically snapped back.  Pinned beneath the weight of his now angry glare, it was on the tip of my tongue to apologize, but I never got the chance.

With a quickness I didn’t anticipate, Khalil scooped me up and this time he did toss me onto the bed.  Flailing wildly, I struggled to right myself, only to be pinned down to the bed by the weight of his body.  With his chest pressed against my back, I couldn’t see his face, but I could practically feel the barely leashed anger that I knew must have been raging through his blood.

“You’re lucky we’re not at my home,” he whispered against my ear. “Because you would already be gagged and bound to my bed, anticipating the leather sting of my flogger.” I shuddered, equal parts alarmed and aroused at the picture he’d just painted, but when he forcefully spread my legs with his, all thoughts of that erotic vision quickly fled.

I gasped when his weight settled against me, my heart pounding out a wild erratic beat.  Trapped beneath him, all I could do was lay there as he slipped one hand under my body and tilted my pelvis slightly so that his fingers could tease across my clit. He used his other hand to imprison my wrists, which I thought was totally unnecessary since I was already completely pinned down by him.  But I knew he needed absolute control, and restraining my hands was just another way to reinforce my powerlessness. 

For several charged moments, he remained still and silent, another demonstration of his power over me I surmised, as he kept me on the edge of suspense.  Yet, when he finally did move, my fear was so immediate, I automatically struggled beneath him, although there was nowhere I could go.

“Wait. Stop,” I cried when the warm, slippery tip of his cock nudged against my hole.

“For what?” he growled.  “You’re dripping wet, and since you’ve done this before…” Again, he let his voice trail off.  He was giving me another out. I almost took it too, especially when he thrust forward and sank deeper into me. 

With my eyes clenched shut, I bore down on my lips with my teeth.  My hands were now balled so tightly that my nails dug into the skin of my palms.  He was so large that even if he’d gone slowly and was painstakingly gentle, there still would have been some pain, but Khalil was deliberately being rough, determined to force the truth out of me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned out, the unsteadiness of his voice betraying his pretense of control, and revealing that he was more affected by me than he wanted me to believe. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were a virgin.” He punctuated that last word with a rough thrust, and despite my best attempts, I cried out as he brutally began to force his way into my body.

One more thrust and he would rip through my hymen, so I braced myself for the pain I knew would soon come.  Instead, he blistered my ears with a string of profanities and that’s when I noticed he was trembling above me.

“Is this what you really want, Sabeen?” His voice was filled with derision. “Is this how you want to lose your virginity?  In some hotel room with a man who has done nothing but treat you like a whore?”

His vulgar words had their intended effect. I stiffened as if I’d been slapped in the face.  Tears of pain sprung to my eyes, and this time they had nothing to do with the soreness between my thighs.  I almost told him to stop, it was on the tip of my tongue, until a thought struck me.  I considered everything he’d said tonight, my analytical mind sifting through every single word and that’s when it dawned on me. 

“You’re so afraid of the way I make you feel that you can’t even look at me. That’s why you didn’t put me on my back, because if you have to stare into my eyes and see my face you will be forced to admit that I get to you.” I knew I was right, just as I knew the litany of warnings he’d been spewing all night, they were more for him, and not me.  He wanted
me
to stop because he knew he couldn’t.  Emboldened by this knowledge, I tilted my hips as much as I could, causing him to sink deeper. 

I moaned as an arrow of pain shot through me, but I didn’t mistake the sharp hiss that slipped past his lips.

“You’re a whore.”

I smiled at his weak attempt.  “But you still think I’m a virgin.”

He cursed again, anger and frustration pouring off of him in heated waves.  “This is not a game, little girl.  If I fuck you, I will take you so hard and deep, you won’t walk for days, because I won’t stop, no matter how many tears you cry, and I won’t be gentle.  Nor will I be satisfied with just this one time either.” His hand tightened around my wrists causing me to wince, but I bit my lip, refusing to protest or cry out.  “You only think you want it rough, but I
will
hurt you, Sabeen—”

“Maybe.  But I think you’re more afraid that I will hurt you.  Isn’t that why you have me pinned here?  Why you won’t even let me move, or make love to you, why you have to control every single thing I do?  Cause you don’t want to admit it—that a virgin has the power to seduce you?  And that you’re really not in control at allllll—“

I knew when I’d started speaking that he would eventually lose patience with me and just take me.  I just had no idea how painful it would be though. I felt as if I was being split apart as a battering ram pounded its way inside my body, roughly forcing me open.  The pain was so great that I couldn’t even scream as I shut my eyes against the brimming tears.

“Is this what you wanted?” The deep baritone of Khalil’s uneven voice vibrated through me as he plunged inside my tender cunt.  “Is this what you imagined it would be like when you were spewing all of your taunts and lies?”

Abruptly he hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees, but he still held my wrists in a vice grip as he clutched my waist with his other hand, roughly jerking me back onto his cock. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened across my skin, mingling with the sweat dripping from him, while the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls.

His hand left my hip to slide between my thighs, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he began to finger my pussy, paying special attention to my aching clit.  Despite the intense pain that still vibrated through my body every time he plowed his way back inside of me, that bundle of nerve endings at the center of my pussy would throb and pulse until my cunt gushed with the hot, wet juices of my arousal. Slick and wet, he slid inside more easily.  And even though I still hadn’t fully adjusted, he took that as a sign and began to drill into me in earnest, with hard, deep thrusts that shook the entire bed.