The Sultan's Bride (5 page)

‘Yes,’ she whispered, Irina’s
fingers travelling up her thigh to between her legs, ‘Oh yes.’

Irina’s lips met Sarah’s and
the two women were lost in the sensation briefly before Irina’s finger found
its way into Sarah.  ‘Sarah, we should go to my private rooms to continue
this.’

 ‘Yes,’ Sarah said, with
a groan, feeling Irina’s fingers and wincing as she pulled them out.

Behind them Peter had pulled
the young woman up and was fondling her breasts.  Abruptly Irina pulled
Sarah’s dress back up.  ‘Let’s go,’ Sarah whispered to Irina. 
Strangely she didn’t feel betrayed the way she thought she would, instead all
she could think of was Omar touching her in the same way.

In Irina’s room the two women
quickly shed their clothes and lay on the bed together, hands roaming as they
explored the others body.  Irina’s fingers slipped into Sarah again and
Sarah gave herself in to the sensation.  The thought of being with another
man felt like being unfaithful.  This just felt wonderful.

A gentle knock on a hidden
door gave Sarah a fright and she covered herself with the sheet.  Irina
laughed and the door opened, it was Omar.  At the sight of Sarah he blushed
and looked at his feet.  ‘I am sorry Irina, I can come back later.’

Irina laughed again. ‘You are
welcome to join us Omar, we have been talking about you.’

 It was Sarah’s turn to
blush and Omar shook his head. ‘Sarah does not want this to involve me. I
wished to talk to you but not now.  I will talk to you later.’

‘Omar,’ Sarah said softly,
‘Please don’t leave, not now.’  Filled with a sudden confidence she
decided to not let the moment pass. He hesitated at the door before turning
back and walking to the bed, sitting beside her. 

Reaching over he touched her
cheek.  ‘I thought you did not want anything outside your marriage, Irina
must have convinced you otherwise.’

‘She wants you,’ Irina said,
‘She just needed a little persuasion to see that.’ 

He laughed. ‘Taking her to
your bed is persuasion?’

‘I will get dressed and find
something else to use my time and leave you two alone.  Perhaps one of the
harem girls can take up where we left off.’  She grinned. 

Omar looked back at
Sarah.  Her cheeks were flushed and she looked down at the bed. 
‘Omar, I think I should dress and go back to my rooms, this is not
appropriate,’ she whispered.

‘Yet you would give yourself
to Irina?’ he said.  His hand under her chin, he lifted her face so he
could look her in the eyes. 

‘I just don’t know if I can
do this.  I saw Peter with a servant girl in the Sultan’s rooms, she was…’
her voice tapered off but he held her gaze again, desire blazing in his eyes.

‘I want you Sarah.  No
one else needs to know.   I thought you were most perfect when I saw
you, now we are alone together and anything could happen.  Do you not want
me too?’

She responded by letting the
sheet drop and Omar took her breasts in his hands.  ‘Perfect,’ he
murmured, ‘as I knew they would be.’  His thumbs rubbed her nipples in a
circular motion and a sigh escaped her lips.  ‘Do you like that my
beloved?’ he asked.  She nodded shyly. 

‘If Peter can give in to his
needs then so can I,’ she whispered.

‘You need me?’ he said,
fondling her breasts, caressing her skin.  She nodded.  Bending over
he kissed each nipple before pushing her back on the bed and pulling the sheet
down.  ‘You are so beautiful my Sarah,’ he said, ‘now we are alone Sarah
Stanton and you are mine to do what I will with.’

Roughly he spread her legs so
he could look at her, Sarah had never felt so exposed.  Intimacies with
Peter had always been with the light out, having already dressed for bed. 
She had not let him see her naked body like this before.

His fingers plunged into
her.  ‘This is what I’ve craved Sarah, this is what I want from
you.’  He moved them in and out of her and she started gasping at the
feeling.  ‘So wet my love,’ he said, ‘are you ready for me?’

Sarah nodded and he stood up,
removing his clothes and she gasped at the sight of his erection.  She had
never seen Peter like this either, she had felt his cock before but in the dark
and as it brushed against her.  ‘Touch me,’ Omar said.

She took his cock in her hand
and stroked it, in awe of how hard it was.  ‘Do you want me inside you
Sarah as I want to be inside you?’ he asked. 

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘Oh yes’

Then he was in her and
thrusting as she closed her eyes and moaned.  Wrapping her legs around him
she pulled him in deeper and he licked and fondled her breasts until with a
groan he let go.

‘Oh Sarah,’ he groaned, ‘My
Sarah.’  Then she was lost in his arms, the smell of him, the taste of his
lips and she knew her life would never be the same again.

‘You look beautiful tonight
Sarah,’ said Peter at dinner, ‘There is a real glow about you, staying in
Ajara
looks like it agrees with you.’ 

She smiled at him and Irina
winked at her from across the table.  ‘I have been making sure that Sarah
has had the best of everything while you have stayed here.’ 

‘Whatever it is that’s made
her look so happy then I definitely agree with it.’

The following morning
Arif
held Catherine’s hand and pulled at her
excitedly.  ‘I have found something to show you’ he said. 

‘You will pull my arm off if
you keep doing that,’ she replied, pulling her hand out of his, ‘What is so
urgent
Arif
?’

‘You’ll see,’ he said with a
grin.

He led her to a room, several
hallways over from hers and showed her the secret entrance he’d found. 
Quietly they walked down the
passageway,
he had
grabbed a lantern to light their way down the dark corridor.  ‘Where does
this lead?’ she whispered. 

‘Somewhere we are not
supposed to go.’ He stifled a giggle.

At the other end was a door,
Arif
opened it slightly and knelt so Catherine could see
over him.  It was the harem.  There were women bathing in the
communal bath area and they could see some sleeping on the large cushions in
another area used for sleeping and relaxing.

Catherine peered closer, one
of the women was naked, laying back on a cushion while another had her head
between her legs and she could see her head moving around.  Fascinated she
leaned over further for a closer look. 

The woman lying down threw
her head back and moved her hips, pushing herself at the other.  Someone
walked near and
Arif
pulled Catherine back and closed
the door.  He looked at her in the light. ‘What were they doing?’

‘I don’t know,’ she replied,
‘
She
looked happy.’  Catherine decided against
asking her mother anything, if she asked Sarah would know where she’d been and
she knew it was forbidden.

Sarah and Omar were secreted
in another part of the palace.  Sarah had never felt so loved, even with
her husband who adored her. As Omar stroked her breasts and murmured in her ear
he became aware that she was barely paying attention.  ‘My Sarah,’ he said
softly, ‘what are you thinking about.’

‘We’ll be leaving soon,’ she
whispered, ‘I can barely bring myself think about it.  The thought of
leaving here when I’ve found you pains me.’

He nodded. ‘I feel the
same.  To have met you has been such a blessing for me.  I have only
ever loved one other time in my life.  We must make the most of the short
time we have left my love and treasure the time we have had, always.’

‘I wish you could stay with
me,’ he continued wistfully, ‘I would love you at every opportunity, worship
you as you deserve.’

 ‘Peter would never let
me keep Catherine,’ she said quietly, ‘I could not live without my daughter.’

‘I understand,’ Omar replied,
‘and I cannot leave
Ajara
.  My father was in
service of the Sultan’s father and I must carry on his legacy.’

‘Yet you have no heir to
follow after you.’

Omar sighed.  ‘It is
true, at the same time I am glad.  I would not want a son born into
servitude as I was and I would rather die than have a daughter
be
a servant here.’

Then he kissed her and all
thoughts went from her head as they made love again.  In his arms she had
found a side to herself that she didn’t know existed, she wanted more and the
thought of leaving Omar was almost too much to bear.  It would happen, she
knew and she would settle back to her life back in London with her husband and
daughter.

In the evening it was clear
that Peter’s business was nearly concluded.  The Sultan had been very
generous in his dealings and he had managed to get a substantial amount more
than he thought he would for his money.

Catherine was sad.  Soon
they would be on their way back to the port town where the ship was docked to
await the arrival of the goods Peter had purchased before departing for
England.  The two month sea journey she had not enjoyed and was not
looking forward to the return trip.

‘We’ll have some time before
we go my sweet,’ her father said, ‘there will be children where we stay and you
will make new friends.’

‘I like
Arif
,’
she said, ‘can’t we take him with us Papa?’

Peter laughed. ‘I’m sorry
Catherine,
Arif
has to stay here, and he is his
father’s heir.  One day he will be Sultan.’ 

Catherine stared at her
father. ‘Will he have a harem of his own?’ she asked.

Puzzled he paused for a
moment, wondering how she knew of the harem. ‘I dare say he will, but that will
be when he is an adult.’ 

‘The Sultan has a harem,’ she
said, ‘
Arif
told me about it.’ 

Kissing her on the top of her
head, Peter hugged his daughter and wished her goodnight.  ‘Sleep well my
love.  We all need to get as much rest as possible before we start the
journey back.’  Sleep however, was the last thing on his mind, his experiences
in the palace had stirred both he and Sarah and he would not rest until he had
made love to her that night.

He’d felt guilty at first,
when the Sultan first suggested that he take his pleasure with another woman
but as the Sultan and Hassan both had wives Peter had felt he couldn’t turn him
down.  This place was different to what he was used to, he had seen all
kinds of things since they had set out from England but
Ajara
was almost in a world of its own.

The women were young and
desirable, it had been easy to get lost in their charms and he had developed a
much better relationship with the Sultan as a result of joining in the other
activities.  Once they were back in England with their goods sold and
living a life of a wealthy family everything would be back to normal, Sarah
didn’t have to know anything of what happened in
Ajara
.

As he hadn’t mentioned what
had happened in the Sultan’s rooms, Sarah’s guilt was lessened.  It would
cost Peter some sleep thinking about what he had done to align himself with the
sultan in order to do business but if that’s what it took to secure Sarah and
Catherine’s future then he had done what he’d needed to.

The following morning the
horses were prepared and ready to go early, Irina and
Arif
there to see them off.  Sarah hugged Irina, ‘Thank you so much for
everything,’ she whispered. 

‘You are welcome my friend,’
Irina replied.

Mounting the horses they
waved goodbye.  Sarah wondered where Omar was but just as she was about to
turn and leave he appeared, behind everyone else.  Their eyes locked and
he looked at her with so much love, she made a pact with herself to never
forget him or how she had felt in his arms.

‘Let’s go,’ said Peter behind
her and she urged her horse on, torn between getting home and back to her life
and staying here with Omar but with her daughter in mind she had already chosen
her husband and didn’t fuss.

The smell of salt air
signalled their return to the port town.  Arriving at the port they were
all relieved to see the little house they’d rented there.  It would take
several weeks for the goods that Peter had procured to arrive from all the
places he’d bought them so they would wait it out here before returning home.

Hassan reunited with his
family and things returned to as normal as they would be away from home. 
To get her mind off Omar, Sarah got her daughter back into her lessons. 
They had been sorely neglected during their travels and she was determined that
Catherine would not slip too far behind.  Catherine grumbled, she missed
Arif
and although she made friends with children that lived
nearby none were as close as she had been with him.

As the weeks rolled by, the
family were content, Sarah and Peter’s closer intimacies had continued and the
memory of what had happened in
Ajara
started to
fade.   Peter never told Sarah what went on behind the closed doors
of the Sultan’s rooms and Sarah never spoke about it either, the thoughts of
Omar too painful.