The Greek Billionaire's Counterfeit Bride (15 page)

“Good,” Al-Zeban said, smiling slightly. “Now come around here and put the cognac in my hand.”

“Yes, Sir,” Penny said.

She stepped around the huge ornate desk, her heart beating faster, her skin tingling all over the closer she moved to the Sheikh. He turned slightly in his chair, one hand extended.

Penny felt the trembling through her whole body as she took the last few steps to him, extending the glass of cognac. She was afraid she might drop it, her fingers nerveless with anxiety and arousal; but Al-Zeban intercepted the glass, his fingertips brushing against her skin, sending a jolt of electric sensation through her body.

Al-Zeban took a long sip of his liquor, his gaze never leaving her face. “You’re blushing,” he observed, swirling the amber liquid around the bowl of the glass.

“Yes, Sir,” Penny agreed.

“But I can tell you’re enjoying this, too.” Al-Zeban set the glass down. His hand snaked out, cupping her breast lightly, and Penny gasped in reaction. He slid his hand down along her waist, just past her hip, before reaching up between her legs, barely brushing against her soaking wet vulva. “Yes, it seems you’re enjoying this quite a bit. Have you ever submitted to a man before, Penny?”

Penny shrugged. “Not—not like this,” she said, her blush deepening.

Al-Zeban’s smile spread wider and his fingers withdrew. He sat back in his chair, reaching for his cognac. He brought the snifter to his lips once more and took another slow, savoring sip.

“Bend over the desk,” he told her.

Penny caught her bottom lip between her teeth, for a moment frozen in place. The Sheikh was undeniably gorgeous—even more so up close, and she was so turned on that she could almost cry from frustration. And yet, something about the sheer vulnerability of her situation gave her pause.

“You did say ‘anything’, Ms. Pritchard,” the CEO reminded her curtly.

“Yes, Sir,” Penny said, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to the desk and bent forward, resting her weight on her elbows.

“All the way down,” he told her. “And arch your back, too.”

Penny spread her arms, leaning down until her breasts touched the top of the desk. She arched her back, trembling slightly at the image she knew she was presenting: helpless, wanton, utterly at his disposal. What she hadn’t anticipated was how thrilling it felt, especially when the Sheikh’s hand slid across the small of her back and along the curve of her ass.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” Al-Zeban commanded, and Penny shifted her feet apart a few inches further.

The CEO caressed her slowly, teasing her with barely-there touches that trailed along the cleavage of her buttocks before sliding down between her legs, barely brushing against her slick folds. His fingertips withdrew, and Penny shivered in anticipation, knowing without having to ask that she was to remain still. She heard the clink of the glass on the desktop and then, immediately after, Penny heard a thick, sharp smack—and felt the jolt of tingling heat exploding across her ass. She yelped, more surprised than truly hurt, though the blow had sent a crackling wave of sensation seemingly straight to her pussy, making her inner muscles tighten.

Before Penny could wrap her mind around what the Sheikh had done, she felt his fingers sliding along her slick labia, rubbing and stroking. “Tell me, Penny—how sorry are you that you broke my vase?”

Penny shivered, her hips beginning to stir as Al-Zeban teased her. “I—I—I’m very s-so-sorry, Sir,” she replied, pressing her forehead against her hands on the desk.

“I don’t think that’s quite enough,” Al-Zeban said, his lightly accented voice sounding almost bored. “Tell me how sorry you are, and how willing you are to make it up to me.” His fingertips barely avoided her clit, swirling around the bead of flesh but not against it, dipping down once more to her inner labia.

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” Penny murmured. “I’m appalled, truly…” she moaned as his fingertips barely swiped against her pleasure center. “I-I would do anything to make it up to you…anything you wanted…” Penny’s hips moved as if with a mind of their own, twisting in reaction to the Sheikh’s teasing touch. “How can I make you forgive me, Sir?”

“Beg me to fuck you,” Al-Zeban told her sharply. “Beg me to use your body for my own pleasure.”

He rubbed her clitoris hard and fast, making Penny cry out in pleasure; she could hear the wet sounds of his fingers working her, humiliating and thrilling at the same time.

“Do it, Penny,” Al-Zeban said more firmly.

His fingertips slipped back to her inner labia and Penny groaned in frustration. For a moment she couldn’t think of what he’d commanded her to do; her brain was too fogged over with arousal, her whole body hot and shaking with need. She almost balked as the words he’d spoken sank in.
That’s—I can’t—he can’t make me do that…but oh…oh God, I want it…
Penny was shocked at how much she wanted to feel Al-Zeban inside of her; stunned at how turned on she was by the humiliation the Sheikh had doled out to her.

“Please,” Penny murmured.

“Louder, Penny,” he said.

“Please! Please fuck me, Sir! Please use my body however you want… All I want is for you to use me.”

The fingers retreated once more and Penny keened in disappointment, sagging against the desk as her body reeled at the sudden loss of the Sheikh’s touch. She heard movement—the chair settling, muffled feet on the carpet, and the quiet sound of a zipper being undone.

“So impatient,” Al-Zeban murmured. “I did not tell you to relax your back, Penny.”

His hand came down against her hip in a quick, sharp slap, and immediately Penny arched her back. She moaned as the movement let her feel the hot, hard length of Al-Zeban’s cock against her ass.

“Tell me again that you want me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me, Sir,” Penny moaned, no longer even caring how humiliating her situation was; all she wanted was to feel him inside of her. “I want you to fuck me—use me—however you want.”

A fraction of a second later, Al-Zeban thrust into her, his thick, hot, hard cock sliding inside of her all at once. Penny shuddered, her fingernails scraping at the desktop as she struggled to grip the smooth, polished surface.

Without waiting for even a moment, the Sheikh began moving inside of her, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting deep inside of her once more. Penny cried out, pushing her hips back to meet his movements; he felt so good—so full inside of her, thicker than any of the few men she had been with before—that in moments Penny was lost in the pleasure, mindless and uncaring of her precarious situation.

Al-Zeban’s hand wrapped around the tight bun she’d coiled her hair in and he lifted her up off of the desk by her hair, making Penny gasp at the mingled pleasure and pain. The Sheikh’s other hand moved around her waist as he thrust into her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her ass. Helpless, Penny squirmed and writhed as Al-Zeban pulled her body up against his, letting go of her hair to cup her breast.

He pressed his lips to her ear. “Tell me how good I feel fucking you, Penny.”

“You—you feel amazing, Sir,” Penny told him breathlessly, trembling and gasping for breath. “You feel so good…”

“What would you do to earn the right to have me use your body like this every day?”

“A-a-anything, sir,” Penny replied, twisting her hips and crying out again as Al-Zeban’s fingers found her clit.

“I want to feel you come for me, Penny—can you do that?”

“Y-yes, yes, Sir,” Penny said, not certain of what she was agreeing to, but willing to agree to anything in that moment.

Al-Zeban pushed her back down onto her stomach, one hand gripping her hip firmly while the other continued to stroke and rub her clit. He pounded into her, the tip of his cock brushing against her G-spot with every second or third thrust.

“Come for me right now, Penny.” Penny could hear him panting; hear the hoarseness of his voice and the tight control. “If you don’t come in the next minute…” She heard him chuckle as the idea came to him. “I’ll stop, then you’ll have to finish me with your mouth and leave—satisfied or not.”

The tension mounting between Penny’s hips snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. She cried out again and again, words tumbling past her lips without meaning as her inner muscles flexed and relaxed in spasms. She shuddered and trembled, moaning helplessly as her orgasm jolted through her.

Penny was barely aware of the feeling of Al-Zeban’s cock twitching inside of her, the tension in his body as he came to the edge of his own climax; her spasms of pleasure had just started to abate when she felt the hot, sticky-slick gush of the Sheikh’s orgasm. The sound of his groaning filled her ears, and Penny’s climax deepened once more, driving away all thought.

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