The Sultan's Bride (8 page)

A tear ran down her face, she
was unable to stop it and the Sultan wiped it from her cheek.  ‘I will
have you Catherine, any thoughts you have on the matter do not concern me.
 You will be my wife.  Now, will you give yourself to me?  Will
you surrender your virginity to me?’

She nodded slowly and he
kissed her.  Not a gentle kiss but intense, spreading her lips and pushing
his tongue into her mouth, not really knowing what to do she pushed back and it
pleased him as he groaned at the response. 

‘Remove your clothes,’ he
said.  Slowly, hands trembling she did as she was told until she stood
naked before him.  ‘Beautiful, as I knew you would be,’ he murmured,
stroking her breasts with his hands until the little pink nipples stood to
attention.

He took one in his mouth just
as he had with Eve and played with it with his tongue, grazing it with his
teeth.  When she gasped, he laughed.  ‘My Catherine likes what I’m
doing to her,’ he said before doing the same to the other nipple.  Sucking
on them hard he made her gasp even more, the sensation of pleasure mixed with
discomfort. 

Since seeing him do this she
had fantasised what it would be like to have his tongue, his mouth on her
nipples but now she responded to the sensation, pleasing him.

‘You will need to get used to
your body being taken a lot,’ he said, ‘I can see myself spending a lot of time
inside you.’

Catherine blushed as he
kissed his way down her stomach, kneeling before the dark patch of hair between
her legs.  Parting her legs a little he pushed his face into the gap and probing
with his tongue found her wetness.  Finding her clitoris he licked and
sucked until she arched her back, unable to resist the feeling coursing through
her body.  Tormented by the feeling, her body betraying her she gave into
it and heard him groan as the shudder went through her body and her knees were
weak.

‘Your body wants me,’ he
said, ‘so wet and hot and aching for me.’  Picking her up he carried her
to the bed where he lay her down and spread her legs where he went back to
sucking on her swollen clitoris.  Her body still begged for release and it
came in waves, like the climaxes she’d enjoyed at her own hand but amplified
and she cried out at their intensity.

As he sucked and licked his
hands stroked her breasts again, pulling at her nipples and she found her hips
moving, thrusting upwards as she climaxed.  ‘We will be as one now,’ he
said, ‘I’m going to spill my seed into your belly so one day you will give me
the child I want.’

She nodded and he grinned,
moving up and teasing her with his hardness while she kept thrusting up to meet
him, unable to stop.  Holding her hip he eased himself into her, she cried
out as he pushed deep inside and he paused for a moment.

‘So tight,’ he said, ‘I am
going to enjoy you.’  Slowly he started to thrust, leaning over and
sucking on her nipples while moving his hips back and forwards.   She
moaned.  ‘Tell me Catherine. Tell me how it feels to have your Sultan
inside you.’

‘My Lord,’ she said, feeling
the heat in her face rise, ‘It is so hard.’ 

He chuckled. ‘You have made
me this hard my love, you and your body so welcoming.’

Suddenly he pulled out of her
and she didn’t know what to do.  Admiring his handiwork on the sheets, the
virginal spots of blood, he rolled her over onto her stomach and propping her
up on her hands and knees entered her from behind.

She gasped as he drove in
deep, every thrust a new sensation while he reached for her clitoris, rubbing
while moving inside her.  She felt the climax rise and let it go as he
breathed in her ear.  ‘That’s it my love, give me all your juices, we’ll
need them as you are so tight.’  Finally he groaned as his own climax came
and she felt the hot fluid flow into her.

‘You are mine Catherine, mine
and no others,’ he said, laying her back onto the mattress.  Lying on her
side he snuggled in behind her, his hand roaming over her body, stroking her
breasts and moving his fingers towards her clit again.

It was irritated by now and
she almost told him to leave it alone but it would have been no use, he wanted
her again and his skilled fingers made short work of it.  ‘It’s going to
be a long night,’ he whispered, ‘
My
birthday gift to
you.’

It had been a long night five
times he had entered her, her body exhausted from the demands he had put on it
but he insisted that she would grow accustomed to it.  No sooner had she
fallen asleep finally, then it seemed like she was wakened again.

There were men in the bed
chamber, they had arrived at some point in the morning and the Sultan had left
the bed to speak with them.  She lay naked in the bed, partially uncovered
and when he woke her up she realised to her horror that they had seen her.

She was told to put something
on and given some clothes to wear.  Trying her best to get dressed without
revealing her body too much the Sultan laughed and told her that soon enough
she would have to remove the clothes and his councillors would see her anyway.

When she was ready she joined
him in another part of the bed chamber while the sheets were inspected for her
blood.  The councillors satisfied, they then performed the marriage
ceremony.  Catherine played a very small part in that, other than agreeing
to the marriage all the words that were said came from the Sultan and then when
it was done he took her back to the bed.

‘Now we must consummate our
marriage,’ he said, ‘remove your clothes.’ 

She froze.  ‘My Lord,
does what they’ve seen not prove we’ve lain together?’ 

He laughed.  ‘They must
see the deed Catherine.  Last night’s efforts mean nothing if we have not
been together after the marriage takes place.’

‘Now, if you do not remove
your clothes then I will,’ he said.  She looked down and slowly removed
her clothes while he did the same.  Naked, he guided her back to the bed
where he lay her down on her back, fondling her breasts and fingering her until
he was satisfied she was wet enough for him to enter.

Tender after the previous
night’s efforts she winced audibly as he entered her and received a grunt
showing his displeasure in response to the noise.  ‘I am sorry my love,’
she whispered, ‘You used me well last night and I am but a little sore.’

At her choice of words he
smiled.  ‘Am I really your love Catherine?  Can you love me as a wife
should love her husband?’

‘Yes My Lord, of course.’

‘If you ever do that again I
will punish you and I don’t care if anyone is watching.’

Slowly he thrust, and the
councillors gathered close to the bed to watch.  Catherine tried to hide
her face from their looks but the Sultan stopped her.  ‘I could give you
to any of them Catherine, you belong to me now and if I must teach you a lesson
I will,’ he whispered in her ear.

He lifted one of her legs to
push in deeper and to give the councillors a better view of her.  There
was a murmuring of approval and more than one of them began to touch
himself.  The Sultan laughed. ‘There have not been many of my brides that
have incited that reaction.’

There was one who stood a
small distance from the others, watching but almost trying not to.  He
caught Catherine’s eye and for a moment she saw the pity in his eyes, as he
knew it had not been her choice.

When the Sultan was done he
sent them away, they had seen what they needed to.

‘You must go to the harem
now, bathe and dress.  The women will take care of you for the day and
then you can return to my bed tonight.  I intend to take my pleasure of
you as often as I can my Catherine.’

She nodded and he indicated
she should get off the bed and dress before calling for a guard to escort her
to the harem.

Irina was the first to see
her as she entered her face ashen and went to her, wrapping her arms around
her, unsure why she was in the harem.  ‘Sweetheart, you know you’re not
meant to be in here without the express permission of the Sultan.  What
has happened Catherine, has
Arif
done something?’

Through her tears Catherine
whispered, ‘I am here because I am now part of the harem, the Sultan has
married me this morning.’ 

Irina gasped. ‘He did not
tell me of his plans to make you his bride, it was always understood you would
be
Arif’s
.’

Catherine shook, her tears
now spilling down her face and the woman held her closer.  ‘I am sorry
Catherine; it would appear our plans for your future have now changed. 
There is no going back now.’  The young woman nodded, knowing her fate had
been sealed even before she had stepped into the Sultans’ private rooms.

Irina sighed. ‘
Arif
will be angry too, he is very much in love with
you.  Tell me Catherine, did you enjoy the Sultan’s attentions?’  

Catherine shrugged. ‘I am
conflicted, I did not want to like him touching me but I could not help the way
my body responded.  I do not know whether to be happy or ashamed.’

The Sultana smiled. ‘He has
that effect on women.  I know that it’s hard but now that it has happened
you must feel blessed to have taken him as your husband.  If you please
him Catherine, he will take good care of you, we will help teach you.’

She summoned two of the
women.  ‘Please make sure Catherine is bathed and taken care of, she will
need much love from us to get her through the coming days.’  They nodded
and guided Catherine away to the bathing pool while the angry Irina tried to
work out how to tell her son.

Arif
was furious as his mother had predicted.  ‘How
dare he take her, she was mine’ he whined. 

‘It is too late now,’ she
said quietly, ‘you would be best to hold your tongue
Arif
,
your father would not
take kindly to your reaction.’

‘Catherine was to be mine
mother; I think I am entitled to be angry about the loss of her.  My
father should not have done this.’

‘Even so, your father will
find you another, I’m sorry my love but she belongs to him now.’

In the harem Catherine was
feeling better soaking in the warm, scented water.  The Sultan had been
quite rough with her and her aches and pains melted away in the heat.  The
pain in her heart was still there, she would never be
Arif’s
wife now. 

The women sponged her down
gently, and she closed her eyes, opening them wide when one of the women took
her nipple in her mouth and gently played her tongue around it.  The woman
on the other side followed suit and Catherine was lost when a hand found its
way between her legs and gently started rubbing her swelling clit.

She let herself go into the
attention being paid to her tired, aching body parts.  When she arched her
back in climax the women let go and left her to soak in the water.  She
was one of them now.

Afterwards they helped her
dry off and put a clean shift on her, the light fabric ones they wore that were
translucent, the type they would wear if summoned by the Sultan showing off
their bodies and she was lain down on a large bed, soft and welcoming.

Tired she closed her eyes
again but loving hands caressed her and her shift was pulled up to reveal her
lower body.  Fingers and tongues slowly, gently covered her and she felt
something hard slipped inside her.  Looking down she locked eyes with Eve
before seeing her gently sliding into Catherine a long wooden phallus.

She thrust her hips up to
meet it and her shift was pulled up further, over her breasts where loving lips
enclosed her nipples and sucked gently at them.  Instead of the horror
she’d faced last night of her body betraying her, she let them do what they
wanted with her feeling the love they all shared for each other.  A love
that now extended to her.

Briefly she wondered what
kind of introduction they had had to life with the Sultan, had they all been
through a night as she had where her body had given him everything he’d asked
of it and had ached from the enthusiasm he’d shown for her?

If this was how life in the
harem was going to be perhaps it would not be that bad she thought.  She
had always been told the harem women loved each other, now she could see how
much they shared.

After some time they pulled
away from her, pulling her shift back down and patting her gently to urge her
to get some rest.  Eve lay beside her and wrapped her arms around
Catherine. ‘Don’t be sad Catherine, you are with us now and we love you,’ she said.

‘I saw you once with the
Sultan,’ Catherine whispered, ‘you were so beautiful.  I admired you a
great deal.’

Eve smiled. ‘He called me
Catherine once. I think he has been planning to take you as a wife for some
time now.  We will take care of you now.’

Sleep came easily, and she
was soon dreaming of another life, one with
Arif
.

Arif
had gone to his father against his mother’s wishes to
protest against the woman he loved being taken from him.  Wearily his
father admitted him, knowing the young man would be upset.