Slave to the Sheikh: (2 page)

CHAPTER TWO

              Amir knew the moment it dawned on Dainella that her secret was no longer just that.  Despite her smooth caramel complexion, a soft blush tinted her cheeks. Her gaze dipped to his desk, staring at the objects now displayed across it.  His expression remained impassive as silence stretched between them, but when she slid her soft, pink wet tongue across her ripe lips, he could not suppress the faint groan that bubbled out of him.

              She raised her gaze to his face, blinking furiously.  Her expression was open, vulnerable and he savored it.  He finally had her exactly where he wanted her. Well, almost, he corrected.  He wanted her beneath him, her legs spread wide, her pussy stuffed full of his cock as he pounded into her tight, wet hole.  He’d been hard as a rock from the moment he’d seen her standing outside his office, but the vision of her warm, willing body submitting to him made his dick swell even more until the pressure of it bulging against his zipper became painful.

              “Y—you had no right,” she repeated, her voice trembling. He almost felt sorry for her, but then he recalled all the times she’d strolled and sashayed into his office, her full breasts straining against the confines of her bra, those lush hips and thighs trapped beneath her clothing.  And
damn
, that ass, round and full begging for him to fuck it.  Her outfits were attractive and feminine, fitting snugly to her curves, and he’d both appreciated and hated them in the same breath.  She always downplayed the fullness of her figure when she met with him.  How could she think he would not notice that whenever she
wasn’t
meeting with him, while properly attired for the customs of his country, her breasts would jiggle with every step, threatening to bust through whatever top she was wearing and her hips and ass would undulate so erotically, sometimes he would have to retreat to his private bathroom and rub one out just to get some relief from a brief glimpse of her.

              No, he didn’t feel sorry for her in the least, not when she’d been teasing and tempting him, taunting and haunting him with her very presence from the moment they’d met. He looked down at the items on his desk.  And now
this
stunt? Just a quick glance at the objects caused his dick to jerk in his pants. 

              “What did you expect would happen when these things passed through the detectors?” He lifted the bright pink dildo, then a small silver vibrator, shaped like an egg, that looked like it could double as a key chain.  His favorite had to be the set of hot pink rubber nipple suckers, and he couldn’t help but grin as he lifted the unopened package.  The picture of a woman, her bare breasts capped with two pink nubs, said it all.  Amir let his gaze stroke her tits, instantly noting her large nipples were now hard and pointing straight at him.

              “Now these look fun, but I don’t think they will fit those nipples of yours.” He didn’t have to look at her to know the chocolate orbs of her eyes were probably shooting tiny fires his way.  Amir ignored her as he tossed the nipple suckers aside.

              The last two items were DVDs.  He held one in each hand so she could clearly see the nude bodies of the actors and the titles of the pornos, although it was obviously unnecessary since she’d been the one to order them.

              “Now I watched them both, and they were pretty decent but I must say, I much preferred
Slave to the Sultan
over
The Sheikh and His Concubine
.”  He looked at her then.  “What do you think?”

              “I think you’re an asshole.”

              “I meant, what do you think about which DVD you might like to watch first?” She glared at him with disbelief and outright rage brimming in her eyes.

              “No?” Amir’s lips quirked into a smug grin.  He was mocking her, toying with her and she was hating every minute of it. Tossing the videos aside, he picked up a remote from the corner of his desk and pointed it at the flat screen behind her head.  “Yeah I’m not too fond of porn stars faking it either, I much prefer the real thing.”

              He pressed the remote twice.  Daniella spun around, but not before he glimpsed the horrified expression marring her beautiful features.

              Amir didn’t look at the screen, he’d probably watched the video a hundred times, the images forever imprinted in his memory.  Had he muted the sound, he still would have been able to recall every detail flickering across the screen, but he hadn’t muted it, instead, he’d turned it all the way up. 

              The film was of her, from Monday, just after their last meeting.  She’d asked if she could use his private bathroom before she headed into the field. He’d agreed, thinking nothing of it, until the little care package she’d ordered off line had arrived with all her naughty little toys. 

Khalil, his younger cousin, was a Lt. Colonel in Sharjah’s version of the U.S. Marines; he was also head of national security, which included securing the royal estate and its leader.  Khalil had brought the package and video clip to him two days ago wearing a wide grin.

“This package caught my attention when it went through the detector. I brought in the dogs and it checked out. No terrorist or drug stuff, but I still wanted to scan through some of the video footage on our security cams before I opened it, just to be sure we weren’t dealing with a relic thief either.” He chuckled.  “Had I just opened the box, I never would have found the video clip.  You can thank me later.” He dropped the package onto Amir’s desk. “You’re lucky that I got to this first, or you’d have a bunch of horny soldiers lusting after your professor.”

              Amir had glared at his cousin, who was known for his practical jokes.  Khalil was also one of the few persons who knew that the lovely Dr. Hamilton was his perfect woman, his feminine ideal, and that she’d gotten under his skin with her cool indifference toward him.  “What are you babbling about now?”

              “Just take a look,” Khalil had replied, already headed toward Amir’s office door. “You’re
also
lucky we’re blood and that I don’t poach.  But if you fuck this up, I may just have to make an exception for the sexy professor.”

              “Get out,” Amir had growled, but Khalil was already out the door, his laughter trailing behind him. He’d had no idea what his cousin was talking about but just the thought of his playboy relative even going near Daniella, made his gut tighten with jealousy. But the moment he’d opened the box, something else had tightened as well.

              Soft, feminine moans drew his attention back to the present and he finally looked at the screen.  Apparently, something had riled her up at their last meeting and Amir had no trouble figuring out what that something was.  His frustration with her, and her blatant sexuality that she teased every other man with all the while ignoring him, had reached its boiling point.  It had started two weeks ago, when he’d begun provoking her, but ever the consummate professional, she’d maintained her cool.   It wasn’t until this last meeting that she’d been on the verge of losing it.  She’d requested more graduate student support.  The last thing Amir needed were more horny, young male students sniffing around her, begging like the boys they were to fuck what was
his
. He’d said no. Their argument had probably only lasted a minute before she’d regained her composure and he’d dismissed her, but in that one minute her eyes had flashed fire as she’d gotten into his face, and for a few blissful seconds he was treated to the sight of her glorious cleavage as he’d pretended not to stare down her shirt. 

              He could tell she wanted to slap him when he’d dismissed her, but he’d needed her to leave at that moment before he dragged her atop his desk and fucked that hot mouth that was fuming at him. She’d stormed out of his office.  Seconds later Fatimah had buzzed him asking if Daniella could use his bathroom.  He’d granted it, experiencing a rare twinge of remorse for how he’d handled the situation.  Now he was
very
glad that he’d been feeling amenable in that moment.

His private bathroom contained the full amenities found in most people’s home bathrooms so he watched her lips part to release another moan as she propped her butt against the long counter of the his and hers sink, and placed her right foot atop the edge of the Jacuzzi tub.  The suggestive position caused her skirt to bunch up her thighs.  With her legs spread, he could easily see her fingers alternating between rubbing her clit and dipping inside her honeyed cunt. She was slick and wet, and oh so tight given how she shuddered every time she tried to push just two fingers inside that tight cunt of hers.

              No matter how many times he watched the video, this part always made him crazy.  It was sheer willpower that kept him from grabbing her in that moment and pummeling her cunt with his cock as he fucked her against his wall, the floor, his desk…

              Her fingers on her pussy must not have been enough because she pulled them out long enough to unbutton her blouse and undo the front clasp of her bra.  Amir didn’t even bother stifling his groan, when the two heavy mounds of her breasts spilled forth. Her tits were amazing—full and ripe, capped with large chocolate nipples that reminded him of Hershey’s candy. She plucked and pulled at her nipples, twisting them with one hand, while the other speared her pussy furiously.

              Her on screen moans grew louder, and he wondered how he could have possibly not heard her, or anybody else for that matter.  There were two entrances into the bathroom, one that led into his office, the other into the hallway next to the elevator where two guards always stood. 
Someone
should have heard
something
because she was now panting, nearly screaming as loud as a porn star being fucked in every hole.

              Amir had to close his eyes when she started to come.  He was already on the verge of busting in his pants with precum leaking from his cock.  He wished he could have muted it, but the last minute of the video was the very essence of the word
climax.

              Even with his eyes shut, he could still see her as he’d seen her so many times displayed on the screen.  Her mouth forming a small O, her hips bucking wildly as she finger fucked herself to a powerful orgasm. Tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, which she’d shut the moment she’d started to come.  Her entire body shook with the force of her cresting desire, and when she reached the highest peak, her pussy squirting hot juice all over her lush thighs, she called his name.

              “Amir,” she cried.  “Oh God, Amir.”

              All the times before when he would watch this video alone in his bed, this was the moment he’d come too.  As if she was there with him, he would stroke and pump his stiff cock with his lube coated hand, imagining his naked body covering hers.  With his hips flexing, his ass clenching he could practically feel those long shapely legs draped over his shoulders, his fingers digging into those full,  fleshy tits that would not be contained in his large palms.  He would ride her hard and deep, ramming every inch of his cock into her tight hole.  Her dripping cunt, those ripe swollen pussy lips would wrap snuggly around his throbbing dick, fisting tight around it as she came, until it strangled his pounding flesh demanding he give her his seed.  He would explode then, his milky white cum streaking down his hand, across his stomach, his thighs, even the bed sheets. 

So real was the experience that he could almost believe he’d just filled her entire cunt up with his sperm, until he opened his eyes and found himself drenched in his own cum and staring at a black television screen. All those other times, he’d always felt empty when it was over, and more alone than ever before. But not this time.

              This time when he opened his eyes Daniella was there, standing right before him, and very soon she would be naked and spread beneath him, his cock buried so deep she would ache in places she’d never known before.  Very soon she would be
his
. 

CHAPTER THREE

              Tears, I’d tried holding back from the moment the Sheikh had revealed the items inside that box, now spilled over my lids and down my face.  I wasn’t a crier either but this—I couldn’t even finish that train of thought.  I’d never been so humiliated in my entire life.

              “You taped me?”  I didn’t even recognize my voice, it was so faint.

              He nodded, but I wasn’t really looking at him. I stared blankly at the wall, my tears making everything a big blur.

              “There are security cameras all over my estate.  They are for my protection and the protection of all those who work and live here,” he explained.  “The box raised some suspicion—”

              “Sex toys and videos?” That was ridiculous.  Sharjah, like many gulf nations was very progressive. While it still maintained very traditional values, and sexual displays remained a private matter, discreetly packaged sexual material sent via courier mail weren’t something that would generally raise suspicion.

              He sighed. “The package wasn’t opened until
after
several days of security footage was reviewed.  My head of security thought maybe you were a relic thief.  He soon realized his mistake after seeing the video
and
the contents of your package.”

              I nodded, but my head still spun as I began to put the pieces together.  It all made sense, and one thing I knew about the Sheikh was that he wasn’t a liar.  He maintained a strict code of ethics, to a fault at times, in my opinion.  I forced myself to ignore the obvious, that his cousin, Khalil, was now very much aware that I was clearly a pathetic, lonely woman not so secretly lusting after the wealthy, handsome leader of one of the richest nations in the world.  My stomach roiled with dread and humiliation. In less than fifteen minutes, all those years of hard work, all of my dutiful planning and research had been reduced to ashes, to nothing.

              Blindly reaching for my purse, I marched toward the door.  My thoughts raced furiously as I already started planning ahead.  I would have to transfer the project to another colleague who would get most of the credit that should have been mine for making such a significant, historical find, but I couldn’t work here anymore.  I was an intelligent and well respected archaeologist, but everyone in Sharjah, directly connected to the Sheikh would come to see me as the wanton, sex fiend, bitch in heat that I’d been on that video.  Once again, my stomach knotted with dread. How could I have been so careless, so stupid, so—

              “Where do you think you’re going?”

              I’d been so focused on fleeing I’d forgotten about the very man I was fleeing from.  I’d managed to unlock and open the door, but his firm hand made short work of my efforts.

              I spun around to face him, at the same time he put the lock back into place.  It was only then that I realized how close he’d gotten.  His face hovered just inches above mine, so his every breath caressed my cheeks.  That sandalwood scent so unique to him filled my lungs and I struggled to take in a breath of air that wasn’t permeated by his entire essence, but that proved futile.  My nipples were now hard and tight, and pointing straight at him.  I wanted to push him away, but to touch him would be a mistake, yet to remain there imprisoned by his hard, taut unyielding frame was pure torture.

              “I’m leaving,” I replied caustically, shooting him the haughtiness look I could muster as if to say
duh
. It was my only defense against him.  Whenever I was in a difficult situation it was my only defense period—use my intelligence to make myself feel and appear superior.  Whenever I’d been teased because of my size, I always deflected with snobbish remarks to make my attackers feel stupid.  The only problem was Amir was not stupid—far from it.

              His dark scowl told me he knew what I was up to, but I didn’t care what he thought. I needed him to release me before he said something that would crush and deflate me.  Men like him must have been born with a ‘how to let a girl down easy’ script because I already knew what was coming because I’d heard it so many times before.

‘I’m sorry if I encouraged you in that way, and while I really do like you—I just want to be friends.’

‘I think you’re a wonderful girl but you’re not quite my type.’

‘I think you’re very pretty, but…’

              There was always a
but
.  I knew the Sheikh was no different from all the others, but if he gave me one of those sad, tired lines, I would probably lose it.  It wasn’t his fault that it was me who was different this time.  Beneath his brooding nature, he was warm and generous to the elderly, children, the less fortunate, the disabled—to anyone who was vulnerable in society.  He was a veritable saint, not just giving of his money but practically all of his spare time.  While others cultivated that billionaire Middle Eastern playboy image, he shied away from it.  He’d gone to top schools abroad, earning the highest grades.  He later pursued advanced degrees in geology and industrial engineering so that he could return to his home nation and move it forward economically, and he’d succeeded. 

              It was my mistake that I’d fallen for the Sheikh, that my desire for him had clouded my sanity, but could anyone blame me? He was a good guy, who for whatever reason just didn’t like me.  And that was what made me so pathetic.  I wanted a man who not only didn’t want me back, but he didn’t even
like
me. What was even worse was now I’d probably lost what little respect he’d once had for me.

              That thought sickened me to the point that I couldn’t even look at him anymore.  “Please, this is humiliating enough.” I choked out a sob as more tears started to flow.  “Please just let me go.”

              “I can’t let you go,” he said softly.  His finger lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze, but what I saw in his eyes was not softness, nor tenderness, nor anything remotely close to the gentle tone with which he’d spoken.

              His eyes flashed hard and cold, tiny copper chips that only began to ignite when his fingers started to unbutton my blouse.

“You see, Dr. Hamilton, you’re a cock tease.” I gasped at his words and as the cool air brushed across the exposed skin of my chest.  “You come in here every week with your nose stuck up in the air and I listen to you while you school me like a little boy.”

I parted my lips, ready to defend myself against his erroneous depiction of my character, but his unyielding expression and the finger pressed against my mouth, stopped me. 

              “No, your time for talking is over,” he said firmly.

“When I ask you to speak, you may speak, but until then you shall not say a word.” His lips curved into a smirk and I knew then I wasn’t going to like whatever he had to say next.  “Let me clarify that.  You may speak if you wish, but only to say Oh God, yes, fuck me harder, or my favorite straight from your porno debut, Amir. Oh God, Amir. Now
that
you can say as often as you please.” He shrugged.  “Or something along those lines.  Whatever comes to you in the moment, just go with it. I won’t complain.”

              I shook with rage.  What an arrogant bastard. I wanted to claw his face off.  He thought just because everything suggested that I wanted him, that I would be some easy lay.  I wasn’t some desperate slut. He was obviously out of his fucking mind.

              He stared at me with that damn arched brow again.  I wanted to rip that off his face too.  The way he looked at me made me wonder if he could sense my thoughts, but his next words then made me worry that he could
actually
read my mind.

              “Let’s get some things straight right now, Dr. Hamilton.  I
am
going to fuck you, starting today and in my office.” I sucked in a breath, not just because of his words but also while I’d been fuming, he’d removed my blouse and unclasped my bra.  He pushed the lace undergarment from my body, my full breasts now on display before his ravenous gaze.

              Something shifted between us then.  The deep rumble of his voice hinted at it, as much as what he said next.

              “I’m going to take you in every hole, in every corner of this office. I am going to pound your pussy on top of my desk, then take your ass on my couch. I am going to shove my dick so far down your throat while I pin your kneeling body against the wall.  And when I’m spent, and convinced I can’t take you again, I am going to fuck these tits until I come all over your face.”

              Obeying his command, I didn’t speak but I shook my head, denying his every word even as my entire body throbbed with want, no with need. It practically cried out for him to do every single perverted thing he’d promised, starting right now.

              “Oh yes, Daniella,” he whispered.  “And when we’re done here, you will join me in my bed, at my home, where you will stay until I’m once again fully satisfied.  If I could chain you there I would.” The disappointment in his eyes told me he was
serious
. What type of freak was he? “As I just said, you come in here every week dressed in these tight, unyielding clothes. I think they are probably so tight that they force your panties up your ass which is why, I reason, you’re such a cold, stuck up bitch towards me—“

              Finally finding my voice, I snorted. “Cause it has absolutely nothing to do with you being an arrogant sonofabitch.”

              I’d disobeyed, and his wolfish smile said as much.  “I’ll punish you for that later. You may have a point though, it may be how you react to me, but we are definitely going to change that, now aren’t we?  I like that fire in you.  I always knew you were a passionate woman and now you’re going to give all of that to me.”

              My nostrils flared, but I held my tongue—barely. 

              “No more tight clothes that confine these beautiful curves.” To emphasize his point, he unzipped my skirt and tugged it down my legs until I stepped out of it, my body moving as if in a trance.  “I wish I could command that you treat me with the same warmth you treat everyone else but I can tell that would be pushing it.”

              He was right. The last thing I was feeling toward him was warmth, that was if you didn’t count the heat now spreading from my pussy, along my belly, and settling in my chest.

              My body wanted him, but my mind rebelled.  He didn’t really want
me.
I was convenient, a hole to stick his dick in because I was available, and my crush on him, in his eyes made me desperate.  In that moment I hated him and what he planned to do to me.

              “N—no I can’t,” I said finally.

              A scowl darkened his features, but he didn’t reprimand me for speaking.  “You can’t what?”

              “I can’t do this. I won’t do this. I won’t let you treat me like…” I couldn’t finish.

              “Like what, Daniella?” His smug expression told me he knew what I’d been on the verge of blurting out.  “Say it,” he commanded. “What am I going to treat you like?”

              I couldn’t look at him as I finally forced the words out on a weak breath.  “Like a whore.”

              “Oh no, baby, I’m going to treat you so much worse than a whore.” He hooked his fingers beneath the lace of my thong and slowly peeled them down my body.  With my head bowed, I had no choice but to look at him, and what I saw in his eyes both scared and excited me.

              “You ignore me, while flirting with every other man who so much as smiles at you.  You treat me with cool disdain when I’m the one, who with a single word, could see to it you never set foot into
my
country ever again, that all of your research funding for this project disappears.  My power over you is absolute, and I think it’s time you finally realized that.”

              With my panties at his feet, he finally stood, and the irony of our positions in that moment did not escape me.  Trapped against the door, naked and vulnerable, he towered over me, fully clothed.  I was completely at his mercy.

              “With just one phone call, all of your colleagues would know why I dismissed you from this project.  The reputation you’ve spent years building would be reduced to those few minutes spent in my bathroom finger fucking yourself with my name on your lips. You would be humiliated, worse than that it would take you twice as many years before anyone would ever take you seriously in this field again.”

              He was right, and it wasn’t his fault that I’d ended up in this predicament, but a gentleman would have let me off with a warning, my humiliation serving as reprimand enough.

              “I hate you.” I spat, my entire body vibrating with anger and frustration, and the shame that I’d once wanted this man who was such a despicable bastard.  That despite it all I
still
wanted him.

              My words didn’t even faze him, just the opposite. He actually smiled. I closed my eyes so I could pretend that wasn’t triumph I glimpsed in his eyes.  Releasing a long, deep breath, I resigned myself to whatever fate he had planned for me.

              “What do you want?” I finally asked, hating that I sounded so defeated.  If not his mistress or his whore, then what the hell did he want from me?